Page 75 of The Ice Prince's Fated Mate
He watched the building across the promenade, and I watched him. He’d said something about it being a front for Mirko, connected via a tunnel with his residence next door. I’d barely listened. My mind wasn’t on the surveillance we were supposed to be conducting.
It was on the watch Dirk had kept through the night. On me.
My dragon stirred with every thought of him, not responding to me but active. Impatient. Focused. The room surely wasn’t as warm as my skin felt.
It was hard to stay calm, thinking about how Dirk had been there, watching and protecting all night long. The lengths he had gone to keep me safe from everythingincludinghim. He’d had me vulnerable, and could have done whatever he wanted.
But unlike every other Elite I’d ever known or encountered, he didn’t take advantage of the situation. He actually built a wall between us to show that he knew, and most importantly,that he cared.
I bit my lip as I stared up at my mate, my heart steadily pumping blood at an increased rate.
That sort of dedication and conviction did not grow on trees. I knew that for a fact, having seen the very opposite side and been at its mercy.
Dirk was showing me that he was different. Just as I’d asked him to from the very beginning. I hadn’t known what I meant with my request, as I’d told him, but now, seeing the light, the good in him, and the effort he was putting in … it was doing things.
There was no denying I had lost my initial battle to keep him away. Now I was struggling not to move too fast. I didn’t want to become lost, but I was losing that fight as well. Every bit of me wanted to be closer to him. To experience all Dirk had to offer, and damn the chance that I might be hurt from it.
He’s worth it.
The room was growing brighter around me. My breathing shortened as memories cropped up—the sweet caress of his hand over my skin, the pleasurable goosebumps left in its wake. A gasp. A moan.
And the pleasure,oh, the pleasure.
Wild thoughts swirled in my mind. About things unfinished. My dragon spread her wings. She agreed, I think, though she still wasn’t truly talking to me.
Soft tones of flannel tickled my nose. Dirk’s mate scent was once again in the air, invading my space and my mind with its potent sorcery.
“Ella,” Dirk ground out, his head twitching. “We’re supposed to be watching Mirko’s property.”
“I know,” I whispered, well aware of what we weresupposedto be doing, compared to what Iwantedto do.
“I need you to … calm yourself,” he grunted, the veins in his neck standing out, even as his head started to come around to look at me.
“Uh-huh,” I said, now fully pressed up against his side, slowly grinding my chest into his arm as I kissed his neck. “I know you do.”
“Then please … stop.” The agonizing frustration in his voice only made me want himmore, somehow.
“I don’t know if I can,” I whispered back throatily, leaning on his shoulder and staring down between his legs as his pants grew tight around his cock.
He was getting hard. For me.
An insane picture filled my mind, an idea just as wild as throwing my soaked underwear at him. Where this boldness was coming from, I didn’t know, but my body was already going along with it.
“Ella,” Dirk groaned, his gaze flicking to me and then back to the window as my hand dove between his legs, stroking the firm bulge.
I slid around him, hooking my legs around his waist as he knelt back on his heels, my arms around his neck.
“Are you sure about this?” he groaned, looking at me, then quickly back to the window, and then at me again.
“Yes,” I said, grinding my hips against him. My pussy was going insane, even through multiple layers of clothing. Each time I felt his cock through his pants was a tiny explosion of delight.
Dirk’s hands were around my back, holding me in place as he stared through the gap in the wall, his eyes narrowed to slits with focus. It was admirable.
I backed away just enough to slip out of my clothing.
“No,” I said as his attention was drawn from the hole by my hands undoing his pants.
He froze. “But you just said …”
