As Cold As Ice (15 page)

His hands held onto her ass and thighs, and
Jessica keened softly, unable to help herself when she felt the
length of Soren’s cock sliding against the slit of her wet, aching
sex.

Of course, neither of them had been working
on getting that inside of her, just on holding on and holding her
up when she jumped into his arms. However, the position was
perfect, and the sensation of that hot, hard length wrapped in
velvet skin sliding against her clit, giving her even more friction
without actually being inside of her, made Jessica shiver and
shake.

Soren wasn’t immune, either. He shut his
eyes, pressed his face against Jessica’s shoulder, which still had
her t-shirt sloppily bunched around her neck, and groaned. His
shoulders were tight, and so were his arms. Jessica felt the light
tremble that whispered through his body.

Control
was too thin of a word, too weak and sickly to describe what
he must’ve been calling forward to just hold himself
back.

“
Fuck that felt nice. You
are so wet.”

“
It gets better when you
put it inside me, I promise.”

Soren pulled his face back and his cheek
twitched, the side of his lips looking very much like he wanted to
smile, but was holding back.

“
Not going to laugh this
time?”

“
I’m trying not to. You
have a good sense of humor.”

Jessica always thought she was just a little
on the sarcastic side when she was edgy for something. Nothing
more.

“
No more talking. Sex,
now,” she demanded. “I’m not even going to be a smartass about it.
I really want it.”

“
I believe you,” Soren
said. He reached down, showing an incredible amount of strength as
he took his cock in hand and guided it to her opening, stretching
her inner walls as he was suddenly
inside
.

Holy God. Holy Christ
flakes, it was about damned
time
.

Jessica sighed, her eyes closing as she just
enjoyed the sensation of being filled like she hadn’t been in
months.

“
I needed you to do that so
bad,” Jessica murmured.

“
You’re not the only one,”
Soren said, his voice rough, as though he was still holding back.
She didn’t want that at all.

“
Have you started making up
stupid curse words inside your head?”

“
What? No,” Soren said,
looking back at her. His face was flushed a dark pink, but he was
smiling again. “Have you been?”

She wasn’t about to tell him about ‘Jesus
balls’, so she rolled her hips instead.

Chapter Sixteen

Soren

She canted her hips,
and
sweet Jesus
,
the clench of her wet cunt on his cock, stroking him, surrounding
him, was just the thing he’d needed.

He was a bastard, the worst kind of
bottom-feeding scum there ever could be because he was actually
doing it. He was having sex with a prisoner, and fuck him, he
didn’t care anymore.

Well, he did, but as Jessica rolled her
hips, riding him, the tiny voice inside of his head that protested
against it became smaller, and weaker, until it damn near died.

He fucking
loved
this woman. He
loved her, and he’d always admired her work ethic, only bringing in
paranormals who were an actual danger to society, and the fact that
she was beautiful. He was going to be honest with himself about
that much. And as those dark eyes stared at him, her pink mouth
parted as she panted, rich brunette hair splaying wildly around her
shoulders as he fucked her against the cold concrete wall, he fell
in love with her a little more.

He was going to Hell, and he didn’t give a
shit.

Jessica threw her head
back, mouth parting wide in a loud, keening wail. “Oh, God, Don’t
stop. I…
Jesus
.”

He couldn’t stop. He pumped his hips harder
and faster, until he was mostly just bumping into her, bouncing her
onto his lap. The slap of their flesh was lewd in the air but
spurned on the animal side of him, heated his blood from the inside
out and made his cock throb and pull that much closer to the orgasm
he’d needed.

“
Y-you have no idea how
long I’ve thought about doing this to you,” Soren said. Of course,
he had to say something worthless and creepy like that whilst in
the middle of getting laid. She’d seen the photo on his computer.
She knew perfectly well of his thing for her.

To his surprise and delight, Jessica just
smiled at him through the building sweat and red on her cheeks. Her
eyes were half-lidded, her words panted and breathy. “You’re not
the only one, you know.”

“
Oh, God,” Soren exclaimed,
his back giving out, and he found himself falling into her,
pressing his face against her shoulder where the recruit t-shirt
was bunched up. His hands tightened on her warm body, and as he hid
away his face, he felt her tight nipples moving against his chest,
heard the beating of her heart and listened to every ragged breath
she drew in while he pumped his cock slower, but harder, inside of
her body.

Every long slide was an ache, each hot
breath he felt against his shoulder and down his back a tease. When
Jessica’s blunt, strong nails dug into his back and pulled, it was
a relief because the pain let him hang on just a few seconds
longer, let him enjoy her pussy, her body, her love, even if none
of it was real. He could pretend she was doing this because she
actually loved him back, and not because she desperately wanted to
feel normal.

Soren grabbed her arms then yanked them over
her head, holding onto her slim wrists to keep them in place. He
had no doubt she could get out of such a move if she really wanted
to, but again, she just smiled at him.

The point of this was to feel normal, not to
deny themselves because of what was going on upstairs.

“
You like me like
this?”

Her high breasts bounced perfectly between
them as he pumped his hips. They were almost right in front of his
face. All he had to do was lean his head down a little and he could
kiss her nipples.

In fact, he tried it. Goosebumps broke out
over Jessica’s flesh when his mouth landed over her small areola.
He couldn’t hold the position for long before his neck cramped, but
he groaned when he moved onto the next one. Jessica pushed her
chest against his mouth, spread out for him in the position he had
her.

“
Y-you’re stronger than I
thought. Fuck, bigger, too.”

Oh, he needed to respond to that one. “You
like that?” he asked, feeling the wolfish smile tugging at his
mouth.

A woman couldn’t stroke his ego like that
and not expect him to want more.

Jessica nodded. She looked younger in the
position he had her in, a lot more vulnerable. “Y-yeah.” She
squeezed her eyes shut again, arched her spine, and pressed the
back of her skull against the wall behind her. “I’m coming. I can’t
stop it, Soren.”

Yes, he could feel it. He could feel the way
her molten-hot walls pulsed against his cock, like she was already
orgasming for him. He was close, too. His dick swelled, the
pleasure behind his belly rushing to come forward in such an
amazing rush it was too late to stop it.

Soren’s testicles tightened, and he wished
his orgasm didn’t have to come right then and put a stop to
everything he was doing, but it did. The hot rush that escaped him
was too much, and he pressed his face against Jessica’s crumpled
shirt and let out a long, loud moan.

He wasn’t sure what sort of noise escaped
Jessica because he was too focused on his own pleasure in that
moment. For several seconds after, the only sound he could hear was
the dull pounding of his heart in his ears, which was just beneath
the heavy panting.

Jessica’s sex throbbed around his dick. He
stayed hard, but that was normal for him. He always did for a
minute or so after an orgasm, so he didn’t move. Soren instead
focused on returning his heart rate back to normal, and calming his
breathing.

It took him another couple of seconds to
realize he’d let Jessica’s arms down from where he’d been holding
them. In fact, his hands were on her waist, and her arms were
around his shoulders. She hung onto him, panting for breath like
she was also attempting to get control.

He didn’t want to move, because if he did,
he knew for a fact it was probably never going to be like that
again. This was a one-off, and she still had a chance to get out of
there and start a new life or something.

“
When you—” Soren cleared
his throat. “When you get back upstairs, take a shower. I’ll tell
Charles and Markus that I worked you hard down here and you needed
it before heading back to the recruits.”

Jessica actually laughed a little at that.
It wasn’t a giggle—something told him she wouldn’t appreciate
hearing that someone thought a sound like that could ever come from
her—but it wasn’t a wry chuckle, either.

“
You worked me hard, all
right.”

Soren sighed. He wanted to make jokes back
with her, to play and laze around then fuck her again, slowly that
time, in his bed.

Not going to happen.

Soren let her down when he was able to. His
dick, while soft, was shining with her juices. He couldn’t even
look at it without feeling a twitch inside of him that made him
want to start all over.

He tucked himself back into his pants
instead.

Jessica dressed, as well. She avoided eye
contact with him, smart enough to know the moment was over, but shy
enough to not realize Soren wasn’t trying to reject her. That was
the last thing he was doing.

Then her dark eyes widened. She already had
big eyes, but at that moment, they were huge. “Oh fuck.”

“
What?” Soren
asked.

She stared up at him, her face twitching
with the horror of what she’d thought of, but she was making a very
clear attempt to stay in control and hold back. “This is okay, it
doesn’t matter. You work here. You can sneak me in something.”

“
Like what?” Soren asked.
“I would try to get you whatever you needed, but there’s only so
much I can get through before I’m stopped and
questioned.”

“
We didn’t exactly use a
condom, and I’m not on the pill in this place,” Jessica said, and
Soren was immediately relieved before she had the chance to finish
speaking. “I’ll need a morning-after pill.”

He shook his head. “You won’t get pregnant.
Not with me,” he said.

Jessica frowned. She’d righted her bra and
clothing, but her hair was still a wild mess that put Soren’s mind
where it really shouldn’t be. Just-fucked hair. There was nothing
better on a woman, and Jessica downright owned the look.

“
What are you, exactly?”
Jessica asked.

He didn’t have to tell her, but he wanted
to, and that was why he did. “I’m a dragon shifter.”

A sudden laugh bubbled from Jessica’s
throat. “No shit? Are you really?”

Soren nodded.

“
You’re not
lying?”

“
I think you’ve seen when
my eyes have changed.”

She got that look on her face that came over
her whenever she was thinking about something. He wondered if she
even realized that happened. It was cute.

“
Yeah, you’re right. I’ve
seen that. So…you came from, what? A nest of dragons?” Jessica
asked, looking at Soren like he was the most interesting thing
she’d ever seen in her life. “Because I’ve never brought in any
dragons, but I don’t think you can be born a dragon shifter unless
your parents were shifters, and it’s not something you can infect
people with, like vampires and werewolves or whatever.”

“
Something like that,”
Soren said, nodding. A well of something dark and deep opened
inside of him just thinking about it. “I’m the only one left from
my nest.”

That was all the information he was going to
give her on the subject. She could do with it what she wanted.

“
I knew you were something
big, something powerful, but…wow, a dragon?”

Soren nodded. He couldn’t help but smile a
little, too. It felt good to see her so impressed with him.

“
So, you’re working here to
find a way of getting revenge, is that it?”

Soren just smiled at her, and he shook his
head. “I don’t think we should speak about this anymore,” he said.
“Not here.”

To her credit, Jessica nodded and let it go.
It really was too dangerous to be having that sort of conversation,
even if there weren’t any cameras or bugs listening in on them.

“
The point is I need
another dragon female. You won’t be able to get pregnant. Not
unless your belly can handle carrying an egg that weighs about
thirty pounds, and pretty much all of that weight comes from just
the shell of the egg itself, not including the hatchling inside.
Females need to be in their dragon form just to pass
it.”

Jessica’s cheeks suddenly weren’t all that
pink. “Are you serious?”

Soren laughed out loud, shaking his head.
“N-no. You should see the look on your face, though.”

Jessica punched him in the arm. It was
shocking how much it actually hurt. “Jerk,” she said, smiling back
at him.

Her eyes were alight, her body flushed from
her recent orgasm, and the scent of their sex was in the air. He
wanted to take her again. Could she see that in his eyes? Was he
making it too obvious? Because she was really staring at him in
that moment.