The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin

53. Ice to my Fire

SKYLA.

The moment he cups the back of my neck, his fingers threading into my hair, my heart leaps. His grip is

firm but not rough. There’s enough strength to show me he’s in charge, yet not so rough that I can’t

relish and enjoy the feel of his touch on me.

And then his lips are on mine, making every thought leave my head, replaced by intense passion and

pleasure. I feel giddy and light-headed as intense tingles rush through me, sending a jolt straight to my

pussy.

I can’t help but whimper against his lips.

Lord… I get it…

Fuck, I get why I can’t get over him since that moment in the club.

This man has magic in his every touch.

He kisses me slowly yet deeply, every brush of our lips igniting a volcano of heat and desire within me.

It’s even hotter knowing he’s trying to control himself. He doesn’t kiss me to satisfy himself; he kisses

me in a way that makes my toes curl from the pleasure.

I moan against his lips helplessly, feeling like I’m in heaven.

God, he’s such a good kisser…

I run my hand down his chest, savouring the feel of his perfect body beneath my fingertips.

His arm tightens around my waist, the thumb of his other hand caressing my cheek.

Fuck, he may be ice but he’s fire…

My entire body is burning with emotions and heat, and my stomach is fluttering.

The moment his tongue runs along my lower lip, I part them, allowing him entrance.

My pussy clenches with dangerous desire, wanting more. I pull my legs under me, getting up on my

knees, wanting to close the gap between us.

He ravishes my mouth before he plays with my tongue sensually.

I whimper against him. The kiss has shifted, from passionate and deep to dangerously erotic. There’s

something so sexy yet dirty with the way he’s teasing me. I’m wet, fuck I can feel it under this gown.

He pulls me into his lap, making me gasp, but he cuts me off, plunging his tongue into my mouth,

sucking on my tongue, his large hand squeezing my peach.

Oh yes, Daddy, just like that.

Who would have thought he’d be the one to pull me into his lap first…

I cup his face with my hands, kissing him harder and he allows me to. His hands run up and down my

back before resting them on my ass.

He isn’t so innocent. After all, he’s the same hunk from the club who was such a tease…

I sigh softly, my arousal scenting the air as I sit on his lap, whimpering when I brush against his cock.

I really don’t care if he can smell me, and the low guttural growl that escapes him, tells me he does.

Baby, I’ll do whatever you want me to…

I moan when his cock throbs against my pussy, and I press down on him.

Oh fuck, he’s only in sweats… I can feel him…

My heart thunders as I break away, gasping for air, trying not to grind against him. His lips brush my

jaw as he places soft sensual kisses down my neck, but when his lips meet the corner of my neck, I

feel lightheaded.

He sucks on the most sensitive part, sending pleasure through me that I can’t help but moan loudly.

“Fuck…” I whimper.

My hand twists in his hair, and he throbs against me. His hands squeeze my ass before he places a

soft kiss on top of where I know he’s left a hickey.

“Yeah… fuck.” He says breathlessly, in that sexy accent of his.

Our hearts are thundering, and I know the reality of what we have just done has settled in. His nose

brushes my neck, and I bite my lip, trying to not feel so giddy.

Fuck, when did I turn into a little girl feeling like mush?

I’m not sure… but I feel totally weak right now and it’s definitely not because I almost became snake Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

food.

I don’t move, my hand still on his shoulder, the other still cupping the back of his neck.

Will he pull away?

I smirk when his hand runs up my ass once more.

Does the Ice Prince like my booty?

I arch my back, pressing myself against him and letting him enjoy feeling me up, because baby, I’m

enjoying it just as much.

“Shoot.” He mutters, taking a deep breath before exhaling and moving back slightly.

He tilts his head up and looks into my eyes.

Those gorgeous grey that I truly love look into mine and I know reality is sinking in, yet I can’t deny they

hold so much emotions.

“You’re the guy I want to kiss again and again… Don’t pull away…” I whisper seductively, as I search

his eyes, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“Sky-”

“Don’t you want me…?” I murmur, brushing my thumbs across his chiselled jaw.

He truly was carved to perfection… I can feel the slight prickle of the start of a very faint stubble

beneath my fingertips.

He smiles faintly and even that makes him look sexy, his dimples appearing on both cheeks.

“That would be a lie, but if your father shows up, I may end up as nothing more but dead meat.” He

says,

I can’t help but smirk, pressing my lips against his.

‘Not on my watch.’ I whisper, pushing that through the bond. I feel the dull ache in my head for using

that link and I know I’m overexerting myself.

I’m just not used to feeling so…weak.

He smiles slightly against my lips as he kisses me back, his hands wrapping around my waist firmly.

“Alright, Little Miss Feisty…” He murmurs, but before I can deepen it, the faint sound of Mama talking to

someone reaches my ears, and I pull back.

“Mama.” I whisper to him, quickly sliding off his lap, almost tumbling off the bed in the process.

But my Winter God saves me, grabbing hold of me and places me on the bed.

He’s busy moving the sheet back when my gaze falls on his package.

Oh yes, please…

I reach down and steal a quick feel of his semi-hard cock, giving him a playful wink and smirk when he

throbs in my hold.

He tilts his head, moving back as he narrows his eyes. I place a finger to my lips, and it’s obvious from

his glance towards the door that he can now hear them too.

He sits down on the chair, much to my dismay, even though he reaches out and takes my hand, giving

it a gentle squeeze.

“You were brave out there, reckless and dangerous, but incredible.” He says quietly and I can tell he

means it.

I want to know what exactly happened.

I’m about to reply when the door opens.

“You’re awake.” Mama says, her eyes full of emotion.

She doesn’t seem as shocked as I would have thought she would be at seeing me awake.

Did she expect me to wake up? And if she’s here, how did she possibly leave me alone with Royce?

She’s holding two Styrofoam cups that she quickly puts down on the table and rushes over to me

before enveloping me in a warm hug.

“I’m ok Mama.”

I close my eyes, a Mama’s comforting embrace.

There’s something so special about it. Telling you, I know it’s ok to cry and be vulnerable… but I never

really let myself.

“I’m glad my Angel.” Mama whispers, kissing the top of my head.

I hug her back, giving her a gentle squeeze, but I do feel pretty exhausted and it’s clear there’s not

much strength left in me.

I move back and Mama plumps up the pillows behind me. Lifting up the hospital bed so I can relax in

an upright position.

I just wish Royce hadn’t let go of my hand…

My attention now falls on the blonde girl standing next to Royce holding two cups as well, a curious

look in her eyes as she observes me, or more like my lips.

Fuck, can you tell I’ve been kissing?

I glance at Royce to see even his look a little redder.

Awe fuck, can this guy get any sexier?

I turn my attention back to the blonde in front of me.

Who’s this chick?

Our eyes meet and I see a bit of Royce in her.

“I’m Charlotte Sophia Arden, Royce’s sister.” She introduces, observing me keenly. “Has he never

talked about me?”

“Charlotte, let her rest,” Royce says, looking up at his sister, and I take the chance to admire his square

jawline.

She nods. “Mhmm, just like you let her rest.” She mutters, making Royce’s eyebrow shoot up.

He makes the mistake of looking at me, and his stormy eyes soften a little before he swallows, looking

away.

Oh fuck…

I want to know where do we go from here?

What are we?

Was that kiss just one in the moment for him?

Will he regret it?

But I also know I won’t get those answers for now.

Malevolent!

My heart thumps as everything rushes back.

“The girls! Malevolent!” I say, trying to get out of bed, but Mama firmly holds me back.

I’ve never realised how strong she is… argh! I’m damn exhausted!

Why am I so weak?

Mama was here, meaning I’m healed!

“Sky… calm down, Malevolent is with one of the guards. She’s out of the rain and safe… as for the

girls, they’re both dead I’m afraid.” Mama’s voice is full of sadness.

I frown, so I failed… I couldn’t even protect them…

“How did the last one die? I thought she got away.” I whisper, trying to hide the emotions that are

threatening to overwhelm me.

My Lycan is becoming restless, and the frustration I feel threatening to take over.

“She was found in the forest.” Mama explains sympathetically. “The high level of venom on her body

killed her, unlike the one who died from fatal injuries alongside the venom.”

“And the third?” I ask, my heart sinking.

Mama and Royce both look up sharply, exchanging looks with each other before glancing at me.

“Third?” Royce asks.

“There was another witch. I told the two in the forest to run, but… she left her friend and ran. She

wasn’t injured.” I explain, my heart thumping.

She’s got to be ok…

“Wow, so she abandoned her friend…” Charlotte says, glancing at her brother, but there’s no sarcasm

in her voice. She’s genuinely shocked.

“I will notify Alejandro immediately.” Mama says, turning away to mind-link him when I hear the sound

of his voice approaching.

“Dad’s coming.” I say, tilting my head when I realise I recognise the voice of the man he’s speaking to.

Uncle Marcel?

I frown as I tilt my head, wondering what he’s doing here

There’s someone else with them, someone with lighter footsteps, a woman.

Suddenly the door opens by Dad, his concerned gaze finding me.

“You’re awake.” He says to me, and I can see the relief in his eyes.

“Yup, you know me. I can survive anything.” I say with a flick of my head.

Thanks to Royce, of course…

“Good.” Dad says stepping inside and coming over. He kisses my forehead.

He frowns slightly, his gaze flicks to Royce, his frown deepening, and I know he can smell him off me.

Oh fuck.

“Hello there Skyla.” Uncle Marcel, Dad’s older brother, and also Leo’s Dad says as he holds the door

open.

“Hi Uncle.” I say, just as Uncle’s pretty little mate enters.

“Hello, Skyla.” Winona says, a gentle smile on her beautiful face. Her blond hair is styled in a stylish

bun and from her sexy dress, I think they must have been on a date nearby…

“Hi, Winona.” I respond before I smirk. “Damn girl, you look fine.”