As Cold As Ice

by Mandy Rosko

  It was like looking at a pinup, something she would have on a naughty calendar, the type of thing she had to put out of sight whenever she knew her brother was getting ready to visit her.

  Soren’s muscles were tight, all right. He must’ve found time to work out in between all those tests he ran and notes he wrote and typed up on his tablet. He didn’t have a six-pack or anything, but that didn’t stop how defined his chest was, how the lines of his pelvis moved down his stomach and to his cock. She liked the no six-pack thing. In fact, knowing Soren didn’t have one just made what she did see—as super as it was—even sexier.

  A guy who had a six-pack usually spent too much time working out. It was one thing to want to keep in shape, but it was something else entirely to be obsessing over one’s body. Soren clearly didn’t do that, and without the lab coat on, his chest exposed, his cock hard and curved up against his stomach, he looked like anything other than a normal man. But he still looked like a man, not a lab rat.

  “Fuck, you’re really good-looking,” Jessica said.

  As if she had magnets under her fingertips and his chest was a fridge—only way less blocky, warmer, and way more fun to touch—her hands were drawn to touch him. Jessica could honestly say there weren’t a whole lot of things her body did against her will, or without her thinking about it. She was very often in control of herself.

  This, however, was one of those things. She needed to touch him, needed to put her hands on him. When she did, she touched warm skin, felt his heart beat pulsing inside, his lungs as they expanded and took in air before letting it out again, and even noted the sensation of tiny hairs that grew between his pecks. They were so fine she almost hadn’t seen them, but she could feel them, and they were another part of him that was so good.

  Once she paid attention, she could also see those same fine, nearly invisible hairs growing below his belly button, leading down to his darker pubic hairs that surrounded his cock.

  “Still want to do this?” Soren asked. He put a warm, calloused hand behind her neck in a comforting gesture she enjoyed, though she didn’t much care for the question.

  “I’m a big girl, I know what I want. And I swear to God, if you stop right now, right after I’ve seen that thing, I will find a way to kill you. I will literally strangle you with your lab coat.”

  Soren laughed, the kind that was loud, making his stomach and chest heave as he did so. He abruptly stopped, looked to the doors which were still closed, and then put his eyes back on Jessica.

  At least he was still smiling, a whole lot of mirth in his eyes. “If you keep making me forget where we are, we’re going to get into trouble.”

  Jessica put her arms around Soren’s neck. “Then you need to stop messing around and have sex with me already,” she responded.

  She took the risk of jumping up a little, wrapping her legs around Soren’s slim but firm waist.

  He wasn’t stunned or thrown off-guard by it, and like she expected, he did have the strength to hold her up.

  His hands held onto her ass and thighs, and Jessica keened softly, unable to help herself when she felt the length of Soren’s cock sliding against the slit of her wet, aching sex.

  Of course, neither of them had been working on getting that inside of her, just on holding on and holding her up when she jumped into his arms. However, the position was perfect, and the sensation of that hot, hard length wrapped in velvet skin sliding against her clit, giving her even more friction without actually being inside of her, made Jessica shiver and shake.

  Soren wasn’t immune, either. He shut his eyes, pressed his face against Jessica’s shoulder, which still had her t-shirt sloppily bunched around her neck, and groaned. His shoulders were tight, and so were his arms. Jessica felt the light tremble that whispered through his body.

  Control was too thin of a word, too weak and sickly to describe what he must’ve been calling forward to just hold himself back.

  “Fuck that felt nice. You are so wet.”

  “It gets better when you put it inside me, I promise.”

  Soren pulled his face back and his cheek twitched, the side of his lips looking very much like he wanted to smile, but was holding back.

  “Not going to laugh this time?”

  “I’m trying not to. You have a good sense of humor.”

  Jessica always thought she was just a little on the sarcastic side when she was edgy for something. Nothing more.

  “No more talking. Sex, now,” she demanded. “I’m not even going to be a smartass about it. I really want it.”

  “I believe you,” Soren said. He reached down, showing an incredible amount of strength as he took his cock in hand and guided it to her opening, stretching her inner walls as he was suddenly inside.

  Holy God. Holy Christ flakes, it was about damned time.

  Jessica sighed, her eyes closing as she just enjoyed the sensation of being filled like she hadn’t been in months.

  “I needed you to do that so bad,” Jessica murmured.

  “You’re not the only one,” Soren said, his voice rough, as though he was still holding back. She didn’t want that at all.

  “Have you started making up stupid curse words inside your head?”

  “What? No,” Soren said, looking back at her. His face was flushed a dark pink, but he was smiling again. “Have you been?”

  She wasn’t about to tell him about ‘Jesus balls’, so she rolled her hips instead.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Soren

  She canted her hips, and sweet Jesus, the clench of her wet cunt on his cock, stroking him, surrounding him, was just the thing he’d needed.

  He was a bastard, the worst kind of bottom-feeding scum there ever could be because he was actually doing it. He was having sex with a prisoner, and fuck him, he didn’t care anymore.

  Well, he did, but as Jessica rolled her hips, riding him, the tiny voice inside of his head that protested against it became smaller, and weaker, until it damn near died.

  He fucking loved this woman. He loved her, and he’d always admired her work ethic, only bringing in paranormals who were an actual danger to society, and the fact that she was beautiful. He was going to be honest with himself about that much. And as those dark eyes stared at him, her pink mouth parted as she panted, rich brunette hair splaying wildly around her shoulders as he fucked her against the cold concrete wall, he fell in love with her a little more.

  He was going to Hell, and he didn’t give a shit.

  Jessica threw her head back, mouth parting wide in a loud, keening wail. “Oh, God, Don’t stop. I…Jesus.”

  He couldn’t stop. He pumped his hips harder and faster, until he was mostly just bumping into her, bouncing her onto his lap. The slap of their flesh was lewd in the air but spurned on the animal side of him, heated his blood from the inside out and made his cock throb and pull that much closer to the orgasm he’d needed.

  “Y-you have no idea how long I’ve thought about doing this to you,” Soren said. Of course, he had to say something worthless and creepy like that whilst in the middle of getting laid. She’d seen the photo on his computer. She knew perfectly well of his thing for her.

  To his surprise and delight, Jessica just smiled at him through the building sweat and red on her cheeks. Her eyes were half-lidded, her words panted and breathy. “You’re not the only one, you know.”

  “Oh, God,” Soren exclaimed, his back giving out, and he found himself falling into her, pressing his face against her shoulder where the recruit t-shirt was bunched up. His hands tightened on her warm body, and as he hid away his face, he felt her tight nipples moving against his chest, heard the beating of her heart and listened to every ragged breath she drew in while he pumped his cock slower, but harder, inside of her body.

  Every long slide was an ache, each hot breath he felt against his shoulder and down his back a tease. When Jessica’s blunt, strong nails dug into his back and pulled, it was a relief because the pain let him hang on just a few
seconds longer, let him enjoy her pussy, her body, her love, even if none of it was real. He could pretend she was doing this because she actually loved him back, and not because she desperately wanted to feel normal.

  Soren grabbed her arms then yanked them over her head, holding onto her slim wrists to keep them in place. He had no doubt she could get out of such a move if she really wanted to, but again, she just smiled at him.

  The point of this was to feel normal, not to deny themselves because of what was going on upstairs.

  “You like me like this?”

  Her high breasts bounced perfectly between them as he pumped his hips. They were almost right in front of his face. All he had to do was lean his head down a little and he could kiss her nipples.

  In fact, he tried it. Goosebumps broke out over Jessica’s flesh when his mouth landed over her small areola. He couldn’t hold the position for long before his neck cramped, but he groaned when he moved onto the next one. Jessica pushed her chest against his mouth, spread out for him in the position he had her.

  “Y-you’re stronger than I thought. Fuck, bigger, too.”

  Oh, he needed to respond to that one. “You like that?” he asked, feeling the wolfish smile tugging at his mouth.

  A woman couldn’t stroke his ego like that and not expect him to want more.

  Jessica nodded. She looked younger in the position he had her in, a lot more vulnerable. “Y-yeah.” She squeezed her eyes shut again, arched her spine, and pressed the back of her skull against the wall behind her. “I’m coming. I can’t stop it, Soren.”

  Yes, he could feel it. He could feel the way her molten-hot walls pulsed against his cock, like she was already orgasming for him. He was close, too. His dick swelled, the pleasure behind his belly rushing to come forward in such an amazing rush it was too late to stop it.

  Soren’s testicles tightened, and he wished his orgasm didn’t have to come right then and put a stop to everything he was doing, but it did. The hot rush that escaped him was too much, and he pressed his face against Jessica’s crumpled shirt and let out a long, loud moan.

  He wasn’t sure what sort of noise escaped Jessica because he was too focused on his own pleasure in that moment. For several seconds after, the only sound he could hear was the dull pounding of his heart in his ears, which was just beneath the heavy panting.

  Jessica’s sex throbbed around his dick. He stayed hard, but that was normal for him. He always did for a minute or so after an orgasm, so he didn’t move. Soren instead focused on returning his heart rate back to normal, and calming his breathing.

  It took him another couple of seconds to realize he’d let Jessica’s arms down from where he’d been holding them. In fact, his hands were on her waist, and her arms were around his shoulders. She hung onto him, panting for breath like she was also attempting to get control.

  He didn’t want to move, because if he did, he knew for a fact it was probably never going to be like that again. This was a one-off, and she still had a chance to get out of there and start a new life or something.

  “When you—” Soren cleared his throat. “When you get back upstairs, take a shower. I’ll tell Charles and Markus that I worked you hard down here and you needed it before heading back to the recruits.”

  Jessica actually laughed a little at that. It wasn’t a giggle—something told him she wouldn’t appreciate hearing that someone thought a sound like that could ever come from her—but it wasn’t a wry chuckle, either.

  “You worked me hard, all right.”

  Soren sighed. He wanted to make jokes back with her, to play and laze around then fuck her again, slowly that time, in his bed.

  Not going to happen.

  Soren let her down when he was able to. His dick, while soft, was shining with her juices. He couldn’t even look at it without feeling a twitch inside of him that made him want to start all over.

  He tucked himself back into his pants instead.

  Jessica dressed, as well. She avoided eye contact with him, smart enough to know the moment was over, but shy enough to not realize Soren wasn’t trying to reject her. That was the last thing he was doing.

  Then her dark eyes widened. She already had big eyes, but at that moment, they were huge. “Oh fuck.”

  “What?” Soren asked.

  She stared up at him, her face twitching with the horror of what she’d thought of, but she was making a very clear attempt to stay in control and hold back. “This is okay, it doesn’t matter. You work here. You can sneak me in something.”

  “Like what?” Soren asked. “I would try to get you whatever you needed, but there’s only so much I can get through before I’m stopped and questioned.”

  “We didn’t exactly use a condom, and I’m not on the pill in this place,” Jessica said, and Soren was immediately relieved before she had the chance to finish speaking. “I’ll need a morning-after pill.”

  He shook his head. “You won’t get pregnant. Not with me,” he said.

  Jessica frowned. She’d righted her bra and clothing, but her hair was still a wild mess that put Soren’s mind where it really shouldn’t be. Just-fucked hair. There was nothing better on a woman, and Jessica downright owned the look.

  “What are you, exactly?” Jessica asked.

  He didn’t have to tell her, but he wanted to, and that was why he did. “I’m a dragon shifter.”

  A sudden laugh bubbled from Jessica’s throat. “No shit? Are you really?”

  Soren nodded.

  “You’re not lying?”

  “I think you’ve seen when my eyes have changed.”

  She got that look on her face that came over her whenever she was thinking about something. He wondered if she even realized that happened. It was cute.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I’ve seen that. So…you came from, what? A nest of dragons?” Jessica asked, looking at Soren like he was the most interesting thing she’d ever seen in her life. “Because I’ve never brought in any dragons, but I don’t think you can be born a dragon shifter unless your parents were shifters, and it’s not something you can infect people with, like vampires and werewolves or whatever.”

  “Something like that,” Soren said, nodding. A well of something dark and deep opened inside of him just thinking about it. “I’m the only one left from my nest.”

  That was all the information he was going to give her on the subject. She could do with it what she wanted.

  “I knew you were something big, something powerful, but…wow, a dragon?”

  Soren nodded. He couldn’t help but smile a little, too. It felt good to see her so impressed with him.

  “So, you’re working here to find a way of getting revenge, is that it?”

  Soren just smiled at her, and he shook his head. “I don’t think we should speak about this anymore,” he said. “Not here.”

  To her credit, Jessica nodded and let it go. It really was too dangerous to be having that sort of conversation, even if there weren’t any cameras or bugs listening in on them.

  “The point is I need another dragon female. You won’t be able to get pregnant. Not unless your belly can handle carrying an egg that weighs about thirty pounds, and pretty much all of that weight comes from just the shell of the egg itself, not including the hatchling inside. Females need to be in their dragon form just to pass it.”

  Jessica’s cheeks suddenly weren’t all that pink. “Are you serious?”

  Soren laughed out loud, shaking his head. “N-no. You should see the look on your face, though.”

  Jessica punched him in the arm. It was shocking how much it actually hurt. “Jerk,” she said, smiling back at him.

  Her eyes were alight, her body flushed from her recent orgasm, and the scent of their sex was in the air. He wanted to take her again. Could she see that in his eyes? Was he making it too obvious? Because she was really staring at him in that moment.

  Jessica eventually looked away from him. “So, right, shower?”

  Soren nodded
. “I need one, too. I’ll meet you back upstairs.”

  “Please just tell me I’m almost on this stupid team Markus wants to put me on.”

  “You are. You’re as good as on. This isn’t a joke. I promise you,” Soren told her.

  Jessica bit her lip and looked away from him, uncharacteristic of her. She seemed weak and helpless in front of Charles, because she wanted to manipulate him, but Charles was also something of an idiot.

  This was real. Soren couldn’t have this. He put his hands on Jessica’s shoulders, demanding her attention as he shook her. “Listen to me. I promise you, Markus is just fucking with you. He does that because he’s an asshole with too much money to spend, but he does want to see if you’ll lead him to any safe houses.”

  “I can’t lead him to any,” Jessica said, shaking her head. “What am I supposed to do about the other paranormals who are going to be let out with me? What if some of them are spies, too? There has to be some. He wouldn’t be just putting all of this on me alone.”

  “There are more. At least two paranormals, and one hunter without powers who will be tracking them. You’ll have the name of the hunter soon enough since you’re going to be proxy to her. Kimberly Fox. I don’t know who else will be let out to find the safe houses, though. I swear to God I don’t.”

  To his utter relief, though she didn’t look overly happy by his news, she did appear to believe him. “Okay,” she said.

  Jessica pushed herself up onto her toes and pressed a brief kiss to his mouth. It was over and done with before he knew it. So fast and over in a blink that he didn’t even know what to think.

  Which was the epitome of pathetic, considering he’d just fucked her. He’d had sex with her against the wall in this dirty place, and he was getting worked up over one little kiss.

  Probably because he didn’t know if she would ever kiss him like that ever again.

  One little kiss…If that was the only one he ever received from her from then on, no more for any reason, would he be able to handle that?