Ice Princess: The Winter Solstice Tribrid

Chapter 18

(Rian’s P.O.V)

I keep pounding into her p***y, feeling her clench around my c**k, making me moan.

“Alpha, can I please c*m?” She pants out.

“No,” I say, wanting us to find our release together.

She whimpers, trying her hardest to hold back her orgasm. I feel my balls draw up and a knot forms in my stomach, knowing that my orgasm was close. I reach between us and start circling her c**t with my finger, causing her p***y to spasm around my c**k again.

“c*m, now Morrigan,” I growl, as my seed shoots into her at the same time as she squirts all over my c**k and thighs.

She’s panting and whimpering from the intensity of her orgasm, and I get the wild hair up my ass to try some wax play with her.

“Get into the middle of the bed baby,” I say as I pull out of her.

She crawls over to the middle of the bed, ass swaying from side to side, my c*m dripping down her thigh, teasing me. Once she’s in position on her back, I put her cuffs on and attach them to the bed, grabbing the emerald green candle contained in a glass pitcher with a wolf’s head engraved on its face.

“We are going to play with some wax okay, baby? You feel up for it after that?” I ask.

“Yes, sir.” She breathes out.

I light the candle, and when enough wax has collected, I slowly drip the wax along her torso, her initial reaction was to suck in her stomach because of the heat, but I hear a moan of pleasure escape her mouth. I trail the wax up to her breasts, where I pour it in the pattern of an X over her n*****s making her hiss at the sensation. I stopped for a second thinking that she was in pain that wasn’t enjoyable.

“Remember princess, you can use your safe word anytime, okay?” I remind her.

“Yes sir.” She moans.

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Please, Alpha.”

With her permission, I continue to drip wax across her body in random patterns and after about a half-hour of wax play, I feel as if she has had enough of it. I begin to remove the wax that has cooled and kiss the spots that are a tad red from the wax. I do this until Morrigan is free from any wax and I have kissed every spot on her body.

“Did you enjoy that baby?”

“Yes, I did sir.” She says sleepily.

I unhook her from the bed and take off her cuffs. I have a mini-fridge in our room stocked with water and small snacks, so I grab a water bottle out and a small snack pack of cubed cheese, nuts, and turkey cubes for her.

“Here you go baby, drink up and eat. Do you want me to run you a bath too?”

“No, mo rí. I’m fine for right now. Since we missed breakfast, I’m going to call Lysander after we take a shower.” She states.

“That’s fine love, I’ve already mind linked the pack that dinner is when we will make the announcement since we were otherwise indisposed,” I said with a smirk.

Her cheeks flame red, and she buries her face in her hands. After she’s had a moment to collect herself from her episode of embarrassment, she finishes up her snack and water. We both get into the shower where her aftercare continues as I wash her body gently and take my time washing her hair, giving her a scalp massage as I rub in the shampoo. After our shower, we get dressed for the day; her in denim skinny jeans that show off her amazing curves, Converse, and a plain black V-neck tee-shirt, while I throw on some sweatpants and a white V-neck tee. We head downstairs to the kitchen and Morrigan searches through her phone to find something to make for breakfast. This will be her first time cooking and I’m scared; both for myself and my home. She finds a simple enough recipe: French toast roll-ups. We grab out all the ingredients we need and try to compromise what to use inside the roll-ups; I opt for strawberries and marshmallow fluff, and she opts for strawberries and Nutella. What is it with women and Nutella? She takes her time following the recipe line by line so that she doesn’t make a mistake.

Are you as concerned as I am about the fact that she must use the stove?

Of course, I am Stark! This is her first-time cooking, and, for all I know, she could accidentally set the house on fire!

Speaking of which, do you have a fire extinguisher nearby?

Stop that! That’s not helping my anxiety! I’m trying to be supportive of our mate douchebag.

I take a quick look around the kitchen to make sure I know where the fire extinguisher is, and I hope that she doesn’t see me do this. After a good half an hour, our French toast roll-ups are complete. We decided to sit at the island instead of the table for breakfast and I must say that it turned out pretty good.

“This turned-out great baby!”

“Yeah, I know! We didn’t even need to use the fire extinguisher that Stark was asking about.” She says as she narrows her eyes at me.

What. The. f**k? How did she know that I said anything about a fire extinguisher?!

I have no idea dude, but she did.

You are a bad mate bro, she caught you looking for it earlier.

“No, I didn’t catch you looking for it, I overheard your conversation with Rian, Stark”. Morrigan says out loud.

Both mine and Stark’s jaws drop, and our eyes bug out of our skulls.

“How did you hear the conversation?”

“Didn’t take much, you were standing near me, and I could tell you were talking to Stark, so I peeked in your mind link to him.” She shrugs.

I don’t like this new power.

Neither do I bud, though I don’t think she’s going to use it all the time.

“Oh yes, I will because it’s obvious that my mate and Winter’s mate like to talk shit.” She says in a low growl.

Oh, my f**k, we are so in trouble.

Will you shut up you stupid dog she can hear you!

“Yes, I suggest you both keep your mouths shut before you get yourselves into any more shit.” Morrigan huffs.

“I’m sorry baby, we didn’t mean anything by our conversation, I promise. How can I make this up to you?”

“Remember when I told you to go deep-throat a cactus? Yeah, you can f**k right off and go find a cactus now. I’m going to call Lysander.”

She grabs her empty plate and storms off, leaving me to deal with the mess in the kitchen.

We f****d up, even Winter is blocking me out.

Well yeah, but how were we supposed to know that she would have this ability to read our minds?

No idea my friend, but you and I need to fix this because I’m not losing my mate over some petty s**t.

Yeah, we think it’s petty, but for her, this was a big deal. Remember the conversation that Morrigan and I had yesterday when I teased her about her being able to cook?

Well, I guess you, my fine human, get to clean the kitchen AND think of a way to make our mate forgive us.

Why is it always up to me?!

Because you’re human and I don’t feel like helping.

With that, Stark recedes to the back of my mind and curls up for a nap. f*****g Alpha wolf my ass.