Kiss of Frost (The Dragon Stone Saga Book 1)(16)

"I think they're both dormant. Although Zoey was throwing off some energy. Probably in reaction to what happened. Emma seems to be very subtle with whatever magic she has. She probably chalks it up to mother's intuition." Ann leads the way up the stairs, all of us following her like good little children. "I'll speak with her one-on-one tomorrow and explain things. For now, I think it would be best that they stay with us, protected while they learn and while we collect the rest of the stones."

"I can help you teach the young ones. I was teaching my younger brother, Jagger, and my little sister before we were captured." Beck perks up at the mention of his youngest siblings and I lean into his side, the need to feel him against me something I can no longer ignore.

"That would be great. For now, let's get some sleep. Ivy, you're staying here?" I nod. "Your suite is just the way you left it. You know where the clean sheets are."

"Got it." I kiss Ann's cheek as I pass her. "Thanks, Mom. Night!" I tow Beck behind me, his hand in mine as we head up to my suite. One perk of having a giant mansion? Everyone has their own suite of rooms. Bedroom, sitting area, giant bathroom, and kitchenette. When I first moved in, I was afraid to sit on anything, afraid I'd ruin it. I quickly learned that Ann was nothing like my biological mother and wouldn't attack me for any small mistake I made. She let me be a kid, and she taught me everything I know.

With every step closer to my rooms, I feel desire winding its way through me. Being alone with Beck and a bed has been a thought in the back of my mind all day. I pick up my pace until I practically burst through the doors. I pull Beck through and slam them behind us.

"Finally."





Chapter 6





Beck palms the back of my head, turning me and shoving me against the doors, my back hitting them with a thud. I don't care. All I care about is getting his hands all over me. His mouth captures mine in a punishing kiss. Our tongues wrap together, our breathing mingled. I rip at the shirt he's wearing, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine.

I break from our kiss and draw in a breath. "Off. Take it off."

Beck nips at my lower lip, soothing the sting with his tongue. He rips the fabric in half before reaching for my shirt and doing the same. Our arms tangle when we both reach for each other at the same time. Beck growls at me, gripping my wrists in his strong fingers and pushing my arms above my head.

I wiggle against him. "I want to touch you too." I look him over with my eyes. Every dip and valley of his muscles. They probably designed some of the god statues with him in mind.

"You will, mate." He runs his lips down my neck, stopping to lave at the mark he left when he first placed a claim on me. He looks over his shoulder. "Where is the bed?"

"Around the corner." I nip at his jaw, enjoying the rough texture of his stubble against my kiss-swollen lips.

Beck drops his grip on my arms and hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his firm middle and thread my hands in his hair, the soft locks a harsh contrast to every muscled inch of him. The backs of my legs touch something soft and Beck's weight settles on top of me. His hard length pushes against my cleft and I moan, the sound echoing through the room.

"I need you inside me, Beck. I can't wait any longer." This hunger inside me, this ache, it's like he's set fire to every fiber of my being and the only way to put it out is with his touch.

He doesn't answer me, only reaches for the zipper of my jeans, pulling back when it gets caught in my panties. He grips the fabric at my waist and I lift my hips when he pulls, shimmying my way out of them.

Beck leans back, his gaze taking in every inch of my naked body. "I could not have imagined a more beautiful mate than you, Ivy."

I blush, warmth spreading to my cheeks at his words. "You're pretty handsome yourself, big guy."

Beck places his hands on my knees, pushing my legs apart until my center is bared to him. He licks his lips. "I can see your desire for me, mate. I want to lick up every drop."

I nod, my breathing coming in pants. "Yes." I hiss the word as his fingers make contact with my needy flesh.

He drags his finger from the bottom of my slit to the top, stopping to circle my clit. I push my hips toward his hand, wanting more of his touch. He pulls back, gripping my hips and pushing me farther up the bed, until my back rests on the pillows, and then he lies on his front, his face just above my mound. He parts my folds with his fingers, blowing out a breath of cool air. I shiver at the contact, the foreign sensation tantalizing my senses and ramping up my desire further.

"Sex with you is going to have its perks, isn't it?"

His lips twitch. "What is it you say? I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, little witch." His tongue flicks out and my head goes back against the headboard. He takes his time exploring every inch of me with his wicked tongue until I can't keep still and I can barely stand the pleasure. He pushes my hips into the mattress, keeping me where he wants me. I'm at the mercy of the pleasure he's giving me and it's a constant stream of ecstasy I don't want to escape from.

"Beck, I need you inside of me. I can't take it."

"You can take it, mate. Come on my tongue. Let me taste your release."

I whimper, so close to the edge I'm teetering between letting go and holding on.