I tug him closer. He groans above me, letting me guide hishardness inside me, slow and sweet. His eyes meet mine, full of hunger. Gripping his sides, I guide him in and out of me, water sloshing against the ledge. His mouth is gaping open as he watches me pump until I can take most of him.
“Good girl,” he rasps. Eyes taking me in below him. “Take what you want.”
I’m pumping against him, but I can’t seem to get him deep enough on my own. “Please, Thorn,” I beg.
He growls, hands digging into my hips as he lifts me higher. I gasp as he thrusts deeper inside me. My mouth makes noises I didn’t know I possessed as he props me up on the side of the spring for leverage. His thrusts build, faster, hungrier, until I’m clinging to him, nails raking down his back. His knot swells, locking us together as he roars my name. His knot grows thicker, giving me glorious pressure until I, too, am falling over that edge and my scream echoes off the icy walls.
Catching our breath as we’re locked together, the room erupts into a twinkling kaleidoscope of pinks and oranges. It shimmers off the stalactites of the ice and the water and back again.
“That’s magical,” I mumble, still boneless.
“That’s nothing. I want to show you something.” Thorn wraps his arms around me, picking me up with my legs still wrapped around him. His knot is still swollen inside me. I don’t mind.
He carries us to a spot in the ice wall that’s thinner than the rest, so thin it’s see-through — a window — showcasing the sun setting across the vast ocean before us.
The knot loosens and I slip to my feet. Turning around to face the setting sun. Thorn’s warmth is behind me, kissing down my neck.
“I thought you would like this. It’s my favorite time of day.”
“Mmm.” It’s hard to reply when his lips are on me. Igroan, leaning into him. His lips turn to nibbling as his hands trail down my body. “I think it’s my favorite time of day too,” I tease.
His fingers wrap around my thigh, spreading my legs wider before trailing between them.
A calloused finger slips inside me.
“I can see.” His deep voice tickles my neck. I moan, leaning my head back against his chest, my arms bracing themselves on the ice wall. “You like that?”
“I love everything you do.”
He groans, his other hand cupping my breast as I arch into him, desperate for his touch everywhere. I grind against the hardness at my back.
“Thorn…” I whisper pleadingly.
“What do you want?” he demands.
“You,” I beg, leaning forward, legs wide, hands braced on the wall.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my spine as he nudges inside me.
I moan as his girth enters me. “Gods.”
“No, not a god — just your mate.”
My mate thrusts softly in and out of me as we watch the sun set across the ocean before us. Once the darkness greets us, I slip off of him and spin around.
The big bad Alpha has the nerve to stick out his lower lip in a pout. With one hand, I push him backward. His lip twists up in a smirk as I push him onto the ice bed covered in furs. Desperate for more friction, I climb on top of him.
“Gods, Ember.” He moans as I straddle myself on top of him and pull his cock inside me. “I didn’t think it would be like this.”
He fills me like never before. My head falls back at the fullness of him. “Me neither.” I gasp, riding him. I’ve imagined this a million times over the past year, but never in my wildestfantasies did I think it would compare to this. His claws extend, digging into my hips as he thrusts deeper inside me. My moans mingle with his in the darkness until we’re both panting and coming together.
Utterly exhausted and boneless, I fall onto his chest as his knot locks us in place once again. Thorn swings us to the side so we are lying locked together, face to face.
“I love the way your brow scrunches when you come.” He taps my brow.
I blush before saying, “Oh well, I love that you’re bigger and badder and your cock expands when you come.”
He barks a laugh before kissing me deeply, leaving a trail of kisses as he relaxes.
