The Ice King’s Forbidden Bond Chapter 04
Eden’s POV
The door to my room closed slowly, and the latch clicked into place.
I looked up abruptly and met Adrian’s green eyes.
Before I had a chance to think, Adrian picked me up
from the bed and pressed me against the bathroom wall, warm water pouring down over my head.
“We’re going to get wet,” I whispered, though my feet were already moving toward him of their own accord.
“Then let’s get wet.” Drops of water trickled down his chest, tracing the deep V–line of his hips before disappearing between his legs. “I know you want this, too.”
Nine years of bickering, nine years of sharp words and stolen glances—it all crumbled in that single moment,
our mate bond screaming for each other.
“But this is wrong. You’re my stepbrother,” I said, my
voice trembling a clichéd excuse, an old habit.
Water droplets fell onto the tiles.
Adrian took two strides to stand before me, towering
over me as waves of heat radiated from his body.
“But you still clenched your legs tight and touched
yourself while calling out my name,” he said, raising his hand to grip my chin. “Stop denying me, stop
denying our mate bond, nerd.”
My back slammed against the cold tile wall as his lips
pressed down on mine with force.
This was anything but gentle, it was a decade’s worth
of pent–up desire finally erupting.
He bit down hard on my lower lip, then moaned as he
sucked it into his mouth; that moan pierced deep into
my very marrow.
I buried my face in his chest, moaning, my fingers tangling in his damp hair as I pulled him closer. His
naked, wet body pressed tightly against mine.
“Fuck, Eden,” he growled hoarsely, roughly yanking
my nightgown off me. Immediately after, my bra was
ripped off as well. “You have no idea how many nights
I’ve fallen asleep thinking of you.”
My hands roamed greedily across his chest, my fingernails scraping against his abs, while he roughly
yanked my pajama bottoms and panties off in one swift motion.
Two thick fingers traced my soaking wet pussy and slid
inside without warning.
“Oh my God,” he moaned, “you’re soaking wet. This
tight little pussy has been waiting all night for your
stepbrother, hasn’t it?”
“Shut up-” My rebuke turned into a scream as he thrust his fingers in and out, fast and deep.
Adrian knelt on the wet tiles, spread my thighs wide,
and buried his face between my legs. I screamed,
clutching his wet hair, grinding my hips shamelessly against his face.
“Adrian, oh God!”
He licked me like a starving man, and as he thrust
three fingers back inside me, I let out a series of gasps
and screamed my way to orgasm.
He didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath.
Adrian stood up, turned me around, and had me lean forward against the cold tile wall. I barely had time to brace myself with my hands before he kicked my legs apart and thrust hard, ramming himself inside me roughly.
He covered my mouth with his hand from behind. “You
don’t want to wake Mom and Dad and the twins, do you?”
As he spoke, his lips found mine, swallowing my moans.
He began to fuck me fiercely; every thrust left me gasping for breath, as if stars were exploding before my eyes.
I arched my back to meet him, sobbing with pleasure.
“Harder! Adrian, faster!”
Adrian let out a beast–like roar. He thrust hard, driving
himself all the way in, and came violently, leaving his
mark inside me.
We lay tightly entwined, panting and trembling, his forehead pressed against the nape of my neck. For the first time in nine years, the silence between us was no longer filled with hatred.
“I’ve loved you for nine years,” he whispered hoarsely against my skin, “even when I hated you, especially when I hated you.”
Tears slid down my cheeks. I reached back and ran my fingers through his damp hair.
“I know,” I whispered, “me too.”
He slowly pulled out, turned me around, and gave me a gentle, tender kiss. Then he grabbed that loose team hoodie and slipped it over my naked body.
The sweatshirt carried the scent of victory, the smell
of sweat, and his unique scent.
“Let’s go, baby,” he whispered, lifting me as if I were weightless, “Let’s get the hell out of here before anyone hears us.
He carried me through the back door of the packhouse
and out onto the deserted driveway.
The black Jeep was waiting in the shadows.
The moment the driver’s side door burst open with a
“bang,” my heart skipped a beat.