Page 92 of Burning Ice
Mirel nodded, the quiet between them humming with the bond. He watched as Moargan took a red-cinder cigarette from the pack on the island, lit it, and watched the ember pulse in the dark. The smoke carried the scent of burnt sugar and frost, curling around his fingers.
Kylix slipped the multi-slate away and took the cigarette from his mouth for a single drag, eyes soft. “Come on,” he said, voice low.
They left together. Kylix caught him before the door closed, turned him and pressed him back against it. The kiss landed hard, a growl rumbling in his throat, deeper each time Mirel gasped. Heat climbed between them. Mirel tasted metal and breath, the pulse in his neck stuttering against Kylix’s hand.
Kylix’s grip tightened, thumb dragging along his jaw. “You’re still shaking,” he murmured. “You think I don’t see how you look at me?” His mouth brushed Mirel’s ear, voice rough. “You need it just as much as I do.”
“Then take it,” Mirel said, voice barely there.
The sound that came from Kylix was closer to a snarl than a word. His eyes caught the light, a flash against the jeweled incisors when he smiled. For a moment he looked almost feral, hungry, controlled only by choice.
He leaned in again, breath hot against Mirel’s skin. “Good,” he said softly. “Get in the car.”
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He pushed Mirel inside first, hand flat against his back, and shut the door. “Drive.”
The car lurched forward, engines humming low like something alive. The air was warm, confined, thick with Mirel’s scent. Kylix’s pulse matched the hum, sharp and steady. He watched the streetlights sweep over him, catching on cheekbone, mouth, and throat. Each flicker fed his hunger.
He tried to focus on the flashing updates streaming across his multi-slate, but the glow blurred. Desire and dread burned in the same vein. Bekn was still loose, the footage spreading, his men restless. Every risk pressed down on him, and Mirel sitting there, silent and perfect, was the one thing that refused to stay contained. Kylix flexed his hands against his knees, forcing control. His body had learned to confuse protection with possession, and right now he wanted both.
Mirel glanced at the screen still glowing on Kylix’s wrist. “Are the riots still bad?” he asked quietly.
Kylix shook his head. “No. The teams have it under control now. We pulled out the riot squads an hour ago, but I’ve added another search group for the escaped prisoners. They’ll find Bekn if he shows his face again.”
The multi-slate blinked again. Kylix ignored it this time, choosing the weight of the moment beside him over the reports waiting to be read, every decision heavy with worry he didn’t voice.
They still didn’t know who was responsible for Bekn’s escape, and they hadn’t found the man or his right-hand man anywhere, despite heavy patrols.
He stared at Mirel’s blond hair. Strands curled at his nape, giving him something fragile that made Kylix’s heart beat faster every time he looked at him.
“You hungry?”
Mirel turned and smiled. The space between them thickened. Kylix’s hand caught his wrist, thumb pressing over the pulse until he felt it jump. Beneath skin and bone, heat throbbed like a secret trying to break free. His other hand slid to Mirel’s thigh, slow and deliberate, until his fingers curled just above the knee. The car moved, but it felt still. Mirel’s breath hitched.
“Stop on the corner here and grab some breakfast for Mirel,” Kylix ordered. He lifted Mirel’s hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to it. Then he pulled him in, grin darkening. He leaned close, voice low. “Eat fast, little darae,” he murmured. “Because while you’re feeding that pretty mouth, I’ll be thinking about how I’m going to taste it after.”
“Kylix…”
The rest of the words were smothered in breath. Kylix’s mouth caught his, devouring every sound before it formed. His tongue traced the inside of Mirel’s lips, tasting him like something he meant to keep. The kiss deepened until their breaths tangled, rough and wet, his hand sliding up the back of Mirel’s neck to hold him there, to make him take it. Mirel yielded, half gasp, half want, until he found himself pulled close, settled on Kylix’s lap with no space left between them.
“Sir.”
Kylix snatched the napkin with fresh tiganos out of the driver’s hand and tore off a chunk with his teeth. Mirel smiled, then took a careful bite. And another, crawling closer onto Kylix’s lap until it only took him one last push and their stiff crotches were pressed together.
“Just watching you chew makes me happy.”
Mirel huffed with his mouth full, and Kylix leaned in, licking the crumbs from his lips before taking a bite himself.
“Hmm… it tastes nearly as good as you, baby.” It only took a few seconds to unbuckle his belt and wriggle free from his pants. Mirel, still chewing, looked down, face flushing when his eyes caught Kylix’s erection. Kylix tapped his hips. “Lift, my bonded. You don’t have to do anything else.”
Mirel rolled his eyes but obeyed. Kylix grinned as he slid down Mirel’s pants, fingers gliding over cool, smooth skin. He squeezed the perfect curve of his ass, then grabbed the bottle of lube he always kept in the car.
“You can keep on eating while I let you ride me. You don’t have to do anything.” He pressed a wet finger inside, smirking when Mirel flinched. “I’ll do all the work. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”
He opened him slowly, one finger turning into two, scissoring until Mirel pressed back, seeking more friction.
“You like that, baby?”
