The Alien’s Vicious Starflash Manor (Empire of Frost and Flame #2)

Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

IVRAEL

O n her knees in the gallery, Lara gazes up at me, her lips parted and eyes wide with unmasked desire.

The sight of her on her knees before me sends a surge of lust rocketing through my veins, stoking the embers of my need to a roaring blaze. The chill of my icy dominance wars with the inferno she ignites within me.

I’ve never craved anyone the way I do her. Never been so desperate to claim and conquer and possess.

I need to master her, body and spirit. Plunder her sweet mouth and paint her porcelain skin with my release.

Mark her as mine.

And I need her to consent to it, as well.

Only then will the inferno within me be quenched. Only then will this dangerous obsession, this madness, this raging fire she stokes in my frigid soul, release me from its clutches.

So I give her one final chance to say no. “Tell me you want this.”

“Please. I want this.” She pauses. “I want you.”

Her surrender feeds something hungry and desperate inside me, something that wants her to need me as much as I fear I may be growing to need her.

I groan, overwhelmed by visions of those pretty lips wrapped around my aching length.

A whimper escapes her, and her eyelids flutter. I tighten my grip on her hair, relishing the silken strands sliding between my fingers, the way she yields to my control. She hesitates, her self-control flickering like a dying flame. I can almost taste her surrender on the frosty air.

I have craved that surrender from the moment I first saw her.

“Tell me you understand what you’re on your knees asking me to do.” My voice emerges as a low, dominant growl.

She parts her lips, but no words emerge, only a shaky gasp. Finally, she nods slowly, her pulse fluttering wildly at her throat.

The ache to feel her luscious mouth wrapped around me reaches a fever pitch.

“You’re pleading for me to use that pretty mouth of yours. To fuck your face until you’re gasping and choking on my cock,” I rasp out, my tone dripping with carnal hunger.

Lara’s cheeks flush crimson. But her pupils are blown wide with arousal, betraying how badly she wants me, even when she tries to deny it. I can smell the heat of her desire, feel it radiating off her trembling body.

And this time she nods frantically as she again breathes out the one word I want to hear on her lips. “Yes.”

I tighten my grip on her hair, reveling in my complete control over her in this moment. She is mine to do with as I please.

And Goddess, I shudder at the thought of painting her lips with my precum before plunging deep into her waiting throat. To make her gag and writhe and moan like the needy creature she is.

Slowly, deliberately, I unfasten my breeches.

My cock springs free, standing hard and proud against my abdomen. Lara’s eyes widen, dilating even more as she takes in the sight of my arousal, the ridges on my shaft designed to drive partners wild with pleasure.

“Go ahead, look your fill.” My voice is rough with restraint. “You’ll be begging for more soon enough.”

Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, and my cock twitches in response.

“You want it, don’t you? To feel me filling your hot, wet mouth?” I ask in a rumble. I run a finger around the head, then trace it along her lower lip, leaving a trail of glistening precum.

Lara inhales sharply, flicking her tongue out again, this time to lick it off as she stares at my cock throbbing impatiently, aching for her silky warmth.

“Now,” I command. “Take me into your mouth.”

Lara whimpers, but the last of her defiance crumbles. Slowly, as if in a trance, she leans forward, and her soft, warm lips brush against the head of my cock. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, and I bite back my need to slam into her.

“That’s it,” I whisper.

Lara’s lips part, and I shudder as her hot, wet mouth envelops my length.

Her tongue swirls around the tip, teasing and coaxing. I grit my teeth, barely restraining myself from simply burying my entire length down her throat.

Instead, I let her explore my length at her own pace, her warmth washing over me in waves.

She suckles at the head of my cock, her tongue dancing over my sensitive flesh. I shudder with pleasure, still fighting the urge to thrust deep into her mouth and claim her as mine.

Each helpless sound she makes, each shiver that ripples through her body, they all fuel my hunger. I edge my cock deeper, teasing her, torturing both of us.

“Deeper.” I tighten my grip on her hair again.

Lara complies, taking more of my cock into her mouth. She moans around me, the vibrations sending shivers through my frost-covered body.

“Yes, that’s it.”

I can scent her arousal, her mounting need.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes meet mine, full of longing.

“Take it all.”

Lara’s lips tremble, but she draws me farther into her mouth, sliding up and down

“More,” I demand, my voice husky with need. “Take all of me, Lara. I want every inch of your hot, wet mouth around my cock.”

She gasps, her eyes watering, but my deliciously submissive princess pulls me in farther, taking me deeper. Her moans vibrate along my shaft, sending sparks of bliss shooting through my body. The head of my cock bumps against the back of her throat, and I groan in triumph.

I hold her there, savoring the sensation of her pliant lips around me, the base of her tongue undulating against me, the ridges swelling larger, harder.

“That’s it,” I croon, only backing off when her need for air finally causes her to choke.

I pull back long enough for her to drag in a breath around me, the cool air rushing past me and down into her lungs. She pants around me for a few more breaths, and then I push back in.

I’m lost in ecstasy as Lara’s warm mouth envelops me. A guttural moan escapes her as she leans back against the cold stone wall, and my cock slides out enough for her to catch her breath again. I give her a moment before following her to the wall, pushing back into her mouth. The contrast of temperatures —her heat and the chill radiating from my skin—makes my balls tighten and throb.

My hands brace against the wall, forearms pressed to the surface as I begin to move. Slowly at first, I pump my hips, sliding in and out between her soft lips. The wet heat of her mouth is intoxicating, drawing me deeper with each thrust.

As I begin to move, so does Lara, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, flicking at the underside as I slide out and back in.

I can feel myself growing harder, the pleasure building with each pass of her tongue. My breath comes faster, chest heaving as I fight to maintain control. But oh, how I want to let go, to unleash the storm of desire raging within me.

“You were made for this,” I rumble, looking down to meet her gaze. Those eyes, once defiant, now shine with unmistakable hunger. “Made to serve me.”

She whimpers in response, the sound muffled but no less arousing, and chills run straight from where her flickering tongue teases me with its heat and motion to my deepest core. My hips jerk involuntarily, pushing deeper. The sight of her lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowed as she sucks, nearly undoes me.

I feel my control slipping, ice crystals forming on my fingertips where they press against stone, even as I press into her and pull back out, the ridges bumping along her lips.

I can’t stop, don’t want to stop. Not when I’m so close to fully claiming what’s mine.

I can no longer resist the urge to dominate her completely. My voice drops, each word dripping with dark promise.

“I own every inch of you. Your body, your mind, your very soul—all of you belongs to me.”

She bobs her head up and back down as I pump into her. Another muffled whimper as she slides her mouth up and back down, slicking along every nerve ending, sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I continue, relentless in my assault.

“Before this ends, you’ll crave my touch, beg for my attention. I’ll have you writhing beneath me, desperate for release that only I can give.”

Her eyes flutter closed, a needy whimper escaping her, her throat opening and closing with the sound, convulsing around me. The combined sound and sensation go straight to the center of my very being, stoking the fire building there. I can feel my release approaching, a tingling warmth spreading from deep within.

“That’s right.” My hips move faster now. “Show me how much you want it. How much you need to be controlled, to be dominated.”

Lara responds with enthusiasm, her tongue swirling around me as she takes me deeper. Each muffled cry, each eager movement pushes me closer to the edge. The pressure builds, a maelstrom of sensation threatening to overwhelm me.

I’m lost in the feel of her, the sight of her submission. My world narrows to this moment, this exquisite pleasure. Her lips wrapped around me feel like velvet fire. I thrust deeper, savoring her warmth against my icy skin.

“That’s it, take all of me. Your mouth was made for my cock.” I barely even know what I’m saying now. I pull back slowly, then drive in hard. “You’re mine, Lara. Say it.”

She tries to speak but I don’t let up, fucking her mouth relentlessly. Her eyes water as she struggles to breathe around my girth. The sight inflames me further.

My hips snap faster as I chase my release. The air grows frigid around us, frost creeping across the walls, but I’m too far gone to care.

“Submit to me completely,” I demand. “It’s what you need, what you crave.”

I feel her surrender in the way her throat relaxes, accepting me deeper. Triumph and lust surge through me.

Soon she’ll be mine in every way that matters.

The needy sounds emanating from Lara’s throat send shivers down my spine, each muffled, desperate noise, every matched undulating sensation, fueling the orgasm building within me. Her submission is intoxicating, her willingness to please me evident in every flutter of her eyelashes, in the way she strains against her bonds to reach me.

“That’s it.” I rasp, my voice rough with desire. “Show me how much you need me.”

Lara responds with a long, drawn-out moan that vibrates through my entire being. The tension in my core intensifies, a swirling vortex of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. I can feel my control slipping, ice crystals forming on my fingertips where they tangle in her hair.

“Fuck,” I groan, my hips moving of their own accord now. “Take it all, princess.”

The pressure builds, a tempest of sensation centered in my groin. It spreads outward, tendrils of icy heat curling through my abdomen and down into my balls. I’m close, so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“I’m going to—” I break off, unable to form coherent thoughts as the maelstrom of pleasure consumes me.

My muscles tense, magic crackling beneath my skin as I fight to maintain some semblance of control. But Lara’s mouth is relentless, her tongue working in ways that make me see stars. The swirling sensation in my core intensifies, a whirlpool of ecstasy threatening to pull me under.

“You’re mine ,” I rumble, my possession ringing clear in my words.

And I am ? —

The words seem to echo around me, but I don’t allow myself to finish the sentence. “Oh, my Goddess, what have you done to me?”

Lara stammers, her voice muffled by my cock. “I?—”

It’s too late. I can no longer hold back the floodgates. With a roar of her name that echoes through the gallery, my release rips through me, tearing me apart and piecing me back together.

Crystal shards rain from the ceiling, shattering on the cavern floor as I come. My cock throbs and pulses, shooting semen into Lara’s hot, desperate mouth.

As the world blurs around me, I dimly register the feel of Lara’s warmth enveloping me, her throat convulsing around me as she swallows. Her sounds of pleasure mingle with my own, and for a brief moment, I allow myself to drown in the sensations.

Immediately following my release, power hits like a tidal wave. Foreign heat floods my veins, warring with my natural ice in a cataclysm of sensation. The gallery’s temperature crashes. Ice crystals form in the air around us, suspended like diamond dust as my control splinters. Everything in me screams to take, to claim, to?—

No. Focus. Control .

But Lara burns fever-hot against my hands where I first clutch her hair in my fists, and then begin to smooth it down. My fingers leave trails of frost that melt instantly against her heat. The contrast should terrify me. Instead, it feeds the inferno in my blood.

Mine to mark. Mine to master. Mine to destroy ? —

The burning intensifies until I can barely think. Power roils through me, ice and fire locked in combat for dominance of my soul. The portraits rattle. The marble floor groans. The very air grows heavy with unrestrained magic.

No. Not now. Not with her.

I pull out of her mouth, my cock still half-hard and pulsing with need. Lara remains on her knees before me, her hair a wild halo around her flushed face, and something dark in me revels at how dazed she looks.

Lips swollen.

Eyes heavy with want.

Hair mussed from straining against my bonds.

Every detail brands itself into my memory, feeding the flames that threaten to consume me.

I force myself back another step, though everything in me screams to seize her, to finish what we started. To make her scream my name.

To make sure everyone knows she belongs to me.

“This was a mistake.” The words taste like ash and winter wind. Frost explodes from beneath my feet, jagged spears of ice that mirror the war in my blood, and the bonds holding Lara’s hands against the wall loosen, allowing her arms to drop to her sides.

“A mistake?” Lara gapes at me, confused, shocked.

Hurt.

“Yes.” I infuse the word with ice, with centuries of aristocratic disdain. The fire in my blood howls in protest. “Return to your chambers.”

“Ivrael—” The word sounds like a plea, but I don’t listen.

“ Now .” Power thunders through the command.

The ribbons flare with warning magic, and she flinches.

The sight sends a lance of something dangerously close to regret through my chest. But then she turns away with rigid dignity.

Her skirts brush against the ice-rimed floor as she leaves.

Only when she’s gone do I let myself sag against the wall, control crumbling like frost in spring sunlight.

What is this madness? My powers have never felt like this—ice and heat waging war beneath my skin. I press my palm to the wall, watching frost bloom from my fingertips even as internal fire races up my arm.

The double moons. Their influence must be stronger than I anticipated.

But Goddess…

Lara’s warmth. Her soft sounds. The way she fought and yielded all at once.

Heat surges through my blood, and I clench my jaw against a groan.

I will not follow her.

Power spikes again. Ice explodes across the ceiling in deadly stalactites, a frozen crown. I barely contain it, forcing the frost back through sheer will.

I must maintain control. Must remember my purpose. Must forget how perfectly she fit against me, how sweetly she surrendered, how beautifully she took me?—

The ice spreads further, faster, despite my best efforts to cage it.

Like my control, it splinters. Like my resolve, it cracks. Somewhere in the depths of my frozen heart, something molten stirs.

Goddess damn it.

I never should have succumbed to my desire. To Lara’s invitation.

I know it’s only a matter of time before she’ll be back at my feet, begging for more. And next time, I don’t know if I can be so gentle.

She doesn’t know the price of her submission.