Page 26 of Possess Me at Midnight (Doomsday Brethren #4)

Chapter Twenty

I gasp. His question is a landmine I don’t dare step on.

“Did he give you pleasure? Get you off?” Ice demands.

Very direct questions. That shouldn’t surprise me. But I don’t know what to say. If I refuse to answer him, he’ll turn this into some sort of chest-beating competition. If I lie? I fear Ice is too perceptive. And the truth will only cause…issues.

“You need me, and I am offering. Nothing more or less.”

He flicks his thumbs across my nipples. Slowly. Back and forth. Until my breathing turns rough. Until I’m on the brink of melting.

“I plan to make certain what happens between us is much, much more.”

With a swish of his hands, Ice closes the drapes around the bed, shutting us off from the rest of the world.

Then he flattens me to the bed, covering my body with his own.

The hardness and heat of him overloads my senses.

His hair-roughened body abrades against me, and my skin becomes a desperate, aching entity.

It craves more of his touch and possession. Tingles… God, everywhere.

My will can’t overcome my desire to curl my arms around him and draw him closer. His lips glide up my neck. His teeth nip at my lobe. His tongue drags across my jaw. I shudder. Need races down my spine.

Then he moves in for the kill, his mouth hovering just above mine. It takes everything inside me not to close the distance between us and kiss him.

No way of hiding that reaction from him. No way to mitigate how he makes me feel.

“That’s it, princess. Show me the woman you hide.”

Has he somehow grasped that I hide most of myself and my desires from everyone?

“Ice, stop. Get off me.” My breathy voice trembles, giving away the fact that the last thing I want is for him to stop.

“Have I hurt you?” he murmurs, his voice a velvet promise of pleasure.

“N-no.” The word escapes as barely a whisper.

“Given you reason to believe I’ll hurt you?”

“No.”

“Have I scared you?” he challenges.

Yes, but not in the way he means. I know, deep in my bones, that he will never hurt me.

He’s gone out of his way time and again to see to my safety, my comfort.

Even if he has Called to me to spite Bram more than to claim me, the magical words themselves afford me his undying protection and loyalty.

I have no doubt that Ice would end his own life before risking mine.

But I fear how much of me he’ll demand and cajole until I surrender.

Will he wrest away a part of me that I’ll never reclaim?

If I admit that fear, I’ll be completely compromised. He’ll have me then, in any way, every way, he wants.

“O-of course not.”

He smiles as if he knows he’s caught me in a lie. “Precisely.”

I can’t find a reason or the words to stay Ice before he wraps his hands around my thighs and pulls them apart.

His hips sink between them, and his enormous erection presses against my slick folds, rubbing right over the one spot guaranteed to send me reeling.

The intimate contact blasts me with shock waves.

This is real. This is happening. And despite every logical reason to stop, I don’t want him to.

When I gasp, my fingernails dig into his shoulders. He throws back his head with a rough growl. “Yessss….”

Mad. Ice is mad, just as his reputation claims. What else could this be but insanity?

“I want more of you,” he demands.

Then he blindsides me by taking complete possession of my mouth.

The force of his kiss sinks my head into the pillow as he thrusts deep.

Then deeper still, as if he plans to stay forever.

And heaven help me, I open to him in return, greedily drinking him in.

I flirt with him, my tongue touching his before retreating, teasing him to chase me.

He does. Repeatedly. Until I lose my breath. Then my mind. And finally, my will to resist.

Every wall I’ve built between us crumbles a bit more with each stroke of his tongue. What I’m feeling isn’t merely duty or healing. It’s pure, undiluted need.

Endless moments later, he lifts his mouth with a greedy stare, his gaze riveted to mine until I feel locked to him. “I want you, princess. Need you.”

Before I can begin to form a reply, he fists my hair and devours my mouth again, filling me with his tangy taste that, no matter how I’ve tried, I haven’t quite forgotten. He drags that flavor against my tongue again and again until I’m addicted.

My blood pulses, jetting through my veins. My heartbeat roars in my ears. My pussy feels more than damp and achy. Instead, I’m drenched and cramping. Beyond needy.

Ice has stolen my breath, my thoughts, and every one of my inhibitions. When he lifts his mouth from mine, I whimper and lurch up, trying to fuse our lips together again.

He inches back, his expression full of demand. “Did Lucan make you tremble the way you’re trembling for me? Did he make you this wet? Tell me, princess. Did he ever make you burn? Make you come?”

The question shocks me out of my bliss. “It hardly matters. Forget him.”

“I won’t,” he vows, gripping my face in his hands, his green gaze scoring its way into my soul. “Until I’m certain you have.”

I drag in a breath, trying to ready arguments in my scrambling brain. But nothing could have prepared me for the slide of Ice’s body down mine, the hot suction of his mouth on my breast.

A flash of pleasure shoots to my nipple as he flicks his tongue over it, then nips at it with his teeth before he caresses it with his lips.

Another wave booms through my body when he repeats the process with my other breast. I arch up to him—an offering, a plea.

Growling, Ice wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me closer to his voracious mouth.

He consumes me with firm, insistent lips, rasping his stubble gently across my tender skin until I shiver.

“Tell me,” he whispers against my belly, looking up my body with glowing green eyes. “Did he give you pleasure?”

My body aches so badly, I don’t want to think about the past, about reality—about anything more than Ice pushing deep inside me and demanding I take ecstasy from him.

“Focus on this. On right now,” I pant out. “The fact we’re together.”

Ice slides farther down my body. I can’t stop the gasp that escapes my lips when he anchors his palms inside my thighs and pushes them wide. “That’s not enough, princess. I want everything. All of you. I won’t rest until I’ve erased his memory—and every other man’s—from your mind.”

If another wizard had said that, I would have laughed. I’ve had my share of lovers…but taken few seriously. I turn down far more than I accept. But I never want for men and have never been shy about embracing my needs.

Ice changes everything.

He has yet to join with me, and already I can scarcely remember another man’s touch.

I tremble in his arms—something I’ve never done.

Of course I can’t tell him I’m bloody eager to feel him deep inside me.

But if I admit that, he’ll overtake me completely.

I’m sure of that. And once he has any chunk of my soul, he’ll take even more next time he touches me.

And more the time after that. Worse, I fear that I’ll lack the will to stop him.

Until I gladly and blindly Bind to him, choosing this dangerous wizard over everything I’ve ever known. Then I’ll lose not just my brother, but my entire world. The thought should terrify me. Instead, as Ice’s breath moves again over my pussy, I care less and less about consequences.

Ice’s hot breath caresses my wet sex. He hovers above me, watching.

I shiver, panting. Everything inside me strains up to him, and not just for the pleasure I know he’ll give me.

Pleasure, while nice, is fleeting. But I feel certain that whatever we’re about to share will change my life forever.

It scares me…but I won’t—can’t—stop him.

Somewhere in the room, the clock begins to strike.

The twelve gongs penetrate my fuzzy brain.

Midnight. Deep in the darkness, yet the beginning of a new day.

Quite fitting. The old Sabelle—dutiful, controlled, bound by others’ expectations—dies with the dying day.

I have a feeling that the woman who emerges in these dark hours will be someone entirely new.

Then Ice drops his mouth and drags his tongue through my wet slit, greedily lapping at me once, twice…until I begin to lose my mind.

Pleasure tilts me, careening out of control.

His tongue circles my clit with maddening precision before he sucks the sensitive bud between his lips.

When I cry out, he releases it only to trace lower, spearing deep inside me with his tongue while his thumb finds that aching bundle of nerves.

The dual sensation—his tongue fucking me while his thumb works my clit in slow, devastating circles—sends fire through my veins.

He alternates between long, broad strokes that make me writhe and quick, targeted flicks that steal my breath.

When he seals his mouth over me completely and sucks, my need gathers, builds, grows and stretches while crowding out sanity before he hovers me over the edge of an abyss I’ve never experienced before.

My body beats like a drum, pounding with need, and the feel of him tasting me in the most intimate way possible, staking his claim with every stroke of his tongue, annihilates the last of my restraint.

“Ice!”

I claw at him, but the stubble of hair is too short for me to grasp. Blindly, I grope for his shoulders. Something inside me settles when my fingers dig deep into the hard, bunching muscles there as he takes another agonizing taste of my flesh and moans.

I tremble and burn. Everywhere. The impact he has on me is like a tidal wave, rolling over me, drowning good sense, flooding my landscape until he claims me completely.

“Sweet princess,” he murmurs against my pussy, then licks me again, moaning.

Digging my fingers deeper into his shoulders, I tighten. Close. So bloody close, and now his mouth is lingering over me, not quite touching. And I need him so badly. Now. Right now.

“Please, Ice. Please…” The words tear from my throat, raw and desperate. I’ve never begged a man for anything, yet here I am, reduced to this beautiful desperation, pleading for what only he can give me.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicks it with his tongue.

My breath hitches. I hadn’t thought it possible, but I inch even closer to an explosion so huge, I fear it will blow my soul wide open.

But I don’t fight it. Right now, I can’t.

Even if it’s my undoing, even if my surrender sends me to hell, I welcome the shattering pleasure he dangles in front of me. “Please.”

“Did you come for Lucan?”

God, that question again. Had I answered it earlier, would he have demanded this utter submission of my pleasure to his will?

I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. Concealing my reaction is no longer possible.

This moment is too raw to hide behind lies or redirections.

He’s stripped away every defense, every pretense, until all that remains is a woman burning for a man who shouldn’t be able to affect her this profoundly.

But I can’t deny he does.

From the first, Ice has given me his emotions with such candor, despite being convinced I would rebuff him.

Though easy and uncomplicated, giving him less than the truth now would be cowardly and wrong.

If I can’t have Ice forever, I can take comfort in the fact I was honest when he ached for the answer only I could give him.

Just as I need him to know that, in this moment, I care too much to lie.

I only hope he doesn’t hate me for the truth.

“O-once.”

His face freezes over, and his determination fuels an implacable determination in his eyes that makes me shiver. “Just once? You’ll find I can do better.”