Kiss of Frost (The Dragon Stone Saga Book 1)(17)

"Give it to me, Ivy." Beck presses two fingers up inside my pussy and the sensation of his cool fingers and his tongue on my clit set me off. I cry out.

"Beck! Yes!" Waves of euphoria crash through me and I undulate against the bed, riding them out, struggling to pull in a breath. "Holy fuck, yes." I fist handfuls of sheets in my hands, anchoring myself to the here and now as much as I can as I fly through the clouds. Beck flicks his tongue against my nub, once, twice, and a third time, before rising up from his place between my legs, pushing the band of his sweat pants down, and angling his cock at my entrance.

"We're not done yet, mate." He teases the tip of his dick against my swollen lips and my hips jut forward, following him as he retreats. Beck frames my face between his hands and peppers kisses all over my face. "Ivy, look at me."

I try to focus on his crystal-blue gaze, blinking a few times until I'm grounded in the here and now. "What is it?"

"When we join, you will feel an icy sensation and a mate mark will appear. I just don't want you to startle."

"Ice and a mate mark. What's a mate mark?" I lick my lips, my craving for Beck less than sated after my orgasm. "Will it hurt?"

"It might sting. It will be my personal brand appearing on your skin. I can't know where it will appear though."

"So long as it's not on my face, I don't care." I press a hand to his hip, trying to push him forward into action.

"Are you ready to be mine forever, Ivy? You can't undo this."

"I don't want to undo it, Beck. Claim me. Mark me as yours for everyone to see."

Beck nods, his gaze moving to where his cock hovers just inches from my dripping pussy. Slowly, he pushes forward, his girth spreading me open wide. I watch as each rock-hard inch of him disappears inside of me, the icy feeling he mentioned a foreign sensation but not unpleasant. It's like his dick is nine inches of warm velvet wrapped around cool metal. He bottoms out inside of me and reaches down to pull my thigh up over his hip.

I bite my lip and moan.

"Your pussy gloves me like it was made for me." He puffs out a breath before he begins to move. Slow and powerful at first before speeding up his pace. Each thrust of his hips applies pressure to my clit, the little spark of pleasure on each stroke sending lights flicker behind my eyelids as they flutter closed.

"More, Beck, more." I wrap my other leg around him, locking my ankles at the small of his back, the action pushing him just a little bit deeper, stealing the breath from my lungs.

"I'll give you more, mate." Beck leans down and laves his tongue on the ice-hard tips of my nipples. First one and then the other before he smiles devilishly. His eyes change from crystal blue to a light grey and he blows out a breath toward the wet pebbles. Frost forms on them from the cool burst of air and goose bumps roll over my entire body.

"Holy shit." I watch as the frost melts against my hot flesh, droplets of water sliding down the sides of my breasts. Beck repeats the blast of cold air over and over again until I'm tensing in anticipation at each breath, the sensation at my nipples a direct line to my center.

"Every time I tease your pretty nipples, you clench this tight pussy around me, mate."

"Mmhmm, yeah," I mumble nonsensically at him, my brain complete mush until he speeds up his pace again and my legs start to shake. "Beck…"

"I know. I'm right there with you." He grips my hips, hard enough to leave marks, and grits his teeth. "When I come, the mate mark will appear. I must stay inside you until it completes."

I nod, a frisson of worry shivering up my spine. It's quickly replaced with a barrage of pleasure as his cock tunnels inside me. "I'm gonna come, Beck."

"Good. Come for me. Accept me as your mate."

I explode around him, screaming out his name, my nails digging into his back. My mind blanks and euphoria radiates outward from my pussy to the tips of my toes up to the strands of my hair.

"Squeeze me with that pretty little cunt, Ivy. Yes." He groans as he comes with me, his come warm inside of me.

A burning sensation yanks me out of my bliss earlier than I'd like and I hiss in pain. "What the hell?" I crane my head to the side, trying to look at my shoulder and just above my breast. Slowly, a swirling design forms. It's dark and thick, stretching from my right collarbone, across my shoulder, and down my arm.

"Beck, it hurts." I clench my jaw.

"I know, mate. I can't move." He peppers kisses on my face, whispering sweet words into my ear as each new swirl of the pattern slices through my skin like a fiery kiss of frost. I hug Beck to me with my other arm, holding him as I ride out the pain. Finally it ends and I whistle out a breath.

"I've got two other tattoos but I never planned on something this big…"

Beck laughs, lightly running a finger over the raised flesh. "It's beautiful."

"Does it stand for anything?"

"Our mate bond. It's a representation of our journey as mates from the time we meet until the time we'll meet again." Beck rolls over, taking me with him until I'm lying on top of him, and he cradles me in his arms.

Emotion floods me, tightening my chest. Love for this dragon I just met, happiness that I've got a mate who will love me unconditionally, terror that I'll somehow mess it up or he'll find one of my habits annoying, and acceptance that there's nothing I can do to change any of it.