Page 70 of The Ice Prince's Fated Mate
An idea came to me. It was wild.
“Let me do one more thing to make youhappy,” I whispered as throatily as I could manage, considering how far outside my comfort zone I was about to step.
“What’s that?”
Getting off the table, I stood up, locking eyes with him. Then I slowly stepped out of my sopping underwear, sliding it first down one leg and then the other.
Dirk’s eyes were wide.
“Catch,” I said and tossed them at him.
He caught them without moving his eyes away and brought them to his nose. A shudder ran down his spine.
“You are evil and amazing,” he growled, stepping closer and kissing me thoroughly, before stepping back. “Let me get some clothes for the walk to my room.”
I followed him to the closet that held the common sweatpants found everywhere in the citadel.
“Wait,” I said as he moved to put on a sweater.
“What? What’s wrong?”
I shook my head, stepping up to him. “Nothing is wrong. But … there’s something I want you to do. One more thing.”
“Which is?”
“Take this off.” I tugged on his undershirt. “I want to see your marks.”
Dirk was silent but obeyed, tossing his shirt aside.
I stared at his chest and the marks on his pec. Swirls of earthen brown all gentle curves swoops, shot through with sharp bolts of golden amber.
My dragon preened over the sight, much like she had back at the chalet, only this time it was over the brand he wore.Ourbrand.
What will the full thing look like, when we mark him completely?
Dirk hissed, and before my eyes his skin darkened and changed color, more marks extending up to his neck and heading over his shoulder.
Remembering the outcome of my marking, I reached down and yanked his underwear out and over his cock.
“Ella,” he growled through the pain. “What are you …”
The growl became a groan, and I watched as his cock twitched and exploded, spraying his seed across my stomach and leg as he slammed one hand against the wall trying to remain upright. The warmth of his cum plastered against me was a marking I would never forget, nor was getting to watch him orgasm in front of me.
Dirk shuddered and leaned against me, breathing harder than before. I held him now. My marked mate.
Something shifted inside me in the moment. Becausethis, this was something I found I liked. If this was what being a mate was all about, this sharing of moments, of depth between one another, I could do it.
No, that wasn’t the change I realized, kissing his neck and running a hand down his braids.
The change was that now Iwantedit.
Wanted Dirk.
Thirty-Three
Dirk
I slipped outof Ella’s room, my lips still tingling from the goodnight kiss she had lavished upon me.
