A Frozen Man's Sun

Prologue

Prologue

"Stop undressing, Flemeral." My voice came out harsher than I intended, strained between warning and desperation. "You've been drugged. Some bastard slipped something into your drink... you're not yourself right now. For fuck's sake, stop... before I do something we'll both regret."

I exhaled sharply, my chest rising and falling as I gripped her wrists, holding her half-naked body back from stripping further.

"It's so hot, Ice!" she whimpered, her tone both needy and broken. Her pupils were hazy, her body trembling—not with fear, but with the drug searing through her veins. Thank God I saw it happen. Thank God I pulled her out before Aisaia—the bastard who laced her glass—could get his filthy hands on her. I watched him drop powder into her drink, and like the reckless woman she is, Flemeral downed it. Seconds later, I was dragging her out of the bar and into my car. And now here we are.

"I'll turn the air conditioning on, okay?" I started the engine, blasting the cold air at full.

Her eyes, glazed and heavy-lidded, lifted to me. She tugged at the strap of her dress again, and I tightened my grip on her arms. "Let me get naked..." she breathed.

"Stop!" My voice cracked like a whip. "The AC is on, it's freezing in here—you're not hot anymore."

"I still feel hot..." Her whisper curled into my ear like smoke. She leaned in, her tongue tracing the side of my neck up to my ear, leaving a wet, electric trail. Goosebumps surged across my skin.

"Ice..." she murmured, voice dripping with intoxicated seduction. My jaw clenched as I forced myself not to react, not to give in. My fists balled until my knuckles turned white. "Stop before I do something neither of us can take back."

"What is it, Ice?" she purred, pressing her breasts against my shoulder, grinding her softness against me. I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood. She's drugged. She's not herself. Don't fucking lose control.

Then her hand slid down, dangerously slow, until it rested on my thigh. I gasped when her fingers snaked inside my pants and closed around me.

"It's hard and thick, baby..." she whispered with a wicked smile, her warm hand stroking me with deliberate pressure.

"Damn it, Flemeral!" I ripped her hand away. "Stop it!"

"Stop what?" she teased, and before I could block her again, she returned, slipping inside my pants once more. She squeezed, played, teased, until a groan broke free from my lips despite every ounce of restraint.

"Fuck..." My head fell back, teeth gritted. She's so good. Too good.

I yanked her hand out again, trembling with restraint. "This isn't you, Flemeral."

Her eyes burned into mine. "Then who am I to you, Ice?" she asked, sultry and deliberate, before crushing her mouth against mine.

Her kiss was fire and alcohol, mint and sin. I wanted to shove her away, but instead, I fell into the flame. I kissed her back-hungrily, recklessly, like a starving man feasting. Our lips clashed, tongues warring, until we were devouring each other.

Her moan vibrated against my mouth, and my hands betrayed me, cupping her breasts, squeezing, worshipping. She's a tease. She's always been a tease. And I'm just a man... a man who wants her.

Control shattered.

I didn't even register how, but we were suddenly sprawled across the backseat. She was straddling me, hips grinding, her heat rubbing against my erection through thin layers of clothing.

"Oh, Ice," she whispered, her grin feral. "I feel your beast poking against me... it's begging to be unleashed."

She unzipped me slowly, torturously. My underwear fell away, leaving me bare. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me down, her eyes daring me. "Don't."