Tempting The Ice King

MINE

I entered the living room after taking a warm shower.

Kyren was sitting on the couch, his eyes scanning the note, sent by my stalker. The air inside the suite was filled with a mixture of bodywash.

He showered before me but the smell of him still lingered, grounding me.

I sat down beside him before curiously reading the note again.

You were breathless in there, weren't you? Careful. I told you I’m the only one allowed to take your breath away. He’s playing with fire, but you’re the one who’s going to get burned when I come to collect you.

I couldn't bring myself to speak. As the tension from our earlier encounter still hung in the air.

A blush crept up my neck as I remembered his grip on my thighs. His hard length in my mouth. And the way he made me come on his tongue.

Kyren was my first. I was actually thinking of bringing it up to him. Or would that be weird? That would be weird...

He suddenly turned his gaze to me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "When did he tell you he was going to take your breath away?"

My breath caught. Right, I forgot to tell him about the lily and the sticky note I found in my locker.

"I forgot to tell you," I explained and a light frown settled between his brows. "After the incident in the gym, I went back into the locker room. That's when I found the sticky note in my locker."

"What did it say?" He asked before leaning in closer to me.

I nervously gulped before moving back from him but he was still too close. "May this flower take your breath away, Beautiful."

He noticed the way I tried to pull back from him and pulled my legs onto his lap"Flower?" Kyren questioned, his addictive scent filling my senses.

My eyes dropped to his lips. "There was also a white lily. But the thing is... I'm allergic to lilies. When I come in close contact with them my throat could swell shut, leading to me being unable to breathe."

"Who knows about your allergy?" He asked, his eyes narrowing at the note in his hand.

"Just my dad." I paused to think about it for a while. Who else knew about my lily allergy? "Oh, and Coach Laurel."

Kyren ran a frustrated hand over his face. "Anyone else? What about your friends? Or an ex-boyfriend?" He asked before staring deep into my eyes.

It was laughable really. No ex-boyfriend of mine has ever bought me any flowers, let alone lilies.

"No one else knows. Just my dad, Coach Laurel, and Dr. Reynolds." I replied and he placed a firm hand on my thigh.

"Think carefully, Princess." He rasped, his minty breath brushing over my lips.

Before I could come up with a logical explanation Kyren's brows pulled together in a deep frown.

"Dr. Reynolds. The campus doctor?" He asked and I nodded in response.

"Yes, he's been my doctor for ten years now." I quietly explained. "And before you say anything, Dr. Reynolds is not my stalker. And he wouldn't leak my information to some random psychopath. Information like that is totally confidential."

"I know," Kyren calmly answered. "But that automatically makes one of the janitors a suspect since they have access to all the keys on campus. Do you know anyone that's studying medicine?" He asked and I shook my head at him.

"Not really."

"I wonder what the rookie's major is," he smirked before tossing the note to the coffee table before leaning down, until his lips brushed over mine.

"Did you know that Oliver asked my dad to go up against you in the rink... one-on-one?" I whispered against his lips.

His hand moved to my inner thigh, sliding closer to my core. "That sounds... appetizing." He smirked before claiming my lips in a rough kiss.

My head tilted back, giving him a better angle.

He pulled me onto his lap until I straddled him, his hands possessively landed on my ass. He wrapped his arms around my waist and my core pressed against the hard ridge in his sweatpants.

"If he's watching, let's give him a show he'll never forget."

The friction of his sweats against my silk pajama shorts was a delicious tease. I gasped as he rolled his hips, the hard ridge of his c**k grinding against my aching core through the thin layers of fabric.

"See?" He murmured into my ear, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through my entire body. "Your body doesn't lie for you, Princess."

He was right, I could feel the damp spot blooming where I pressed against him. My hips moved of their own accord, rocking back to meet his slow thrusts.

"Kyren," I breathed, the protest sounding weak even to my own ears.

"Shhh," he soothed, one hand sliding up under my silk pajama top to palm my bare breast. His thumb swept over my n****e, and it pebbled into a sensitive point.

"Feel how perfect you fit against me."

He shifted his hips, angling himself so the thick head of his erection rubbed directly over my c**t with each pass.

A choked moan escaped my lips. My head fell back against his shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut.

"That's it," he coaxed. "Tell me you want my c**k buried inside this wet little cunt."

His words were a low, possessive growl that sent a jolt straight to my core. My hips bucked against his hard length, seeking more.

"I want it," I gasped.

"Louder."

"I want you, Kyren. Please."

A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. He nudged my panties aside. "Everytime you come for me," he whispered, his lips moving against my neck, "it's a promise. Your body promising me it's mine. Do you understand?"

He pushed his sweats down to his thighs. His eyes were black with lust. He was fully exposed, thick and veined and glistening at the tip.

He guided me onto my back, pushing my knees aside and settling between them. He pushed the head of his c**k against my wet, throbbing entrance.

"I'm gonna f**k you so deep you'll feel me for days. You'll sit in class and remember how I filled you up. You'll do your little cheer routines and feel the ghost of me inside you."

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice guttural.

My eyes, hazy with pleasure, found his. He held my gaze as he began to push forward.

"This is mine," he grunted, sinking another inch inside. The stretch was breathtaking.

Suddenly the TV snapped on. Both our heads turned in the direction of the device. My breath caught as soon as my eyes landed on the TV screen.

I expected to see the news, a show, anything. Instead we were faced with a live feed of us, on the couch, from a different angle.

A text popped up on the TV screen in huge letters. "I'M BORED OF WATCHING. I WANT TO PARTICIPATE."

Kyren grabbed a blanket from a nearby couch, rushing to cover me with it. He got up from the couch and started searching for the hidden camera that was recording us.

I wrapped the blanket tighter around me before getting up to help him search. A light bulb went off inside my head and I rushed to switch the light off.

I quietly scanned the room until I found a small light, flashing red. "The vase," I uttered before pointing to the expensive art piece against the wall.

Kyren was there within an instant. He removed a small pinhole lens from the vase. He tossed it into a glass of water on the coffee table and the screen blacked out.

The stalker was here. In our apartment. Even though we locked all the doors. Even though we kept the curtains drawn. He still managed to find a way inside.