"You're burning up," I observe, letting my cold fingers trail across her fevered skin.
"It feels good when you touch me," she gasps, arching into my caresses. "Your cold helps."
I cup one of her breasts, feeling the weight of it, the way her nipple pebbles even harder against my palm. When I pinch the sensitive peak between my cold fingers, she cries out at the contrast—my ice-cold touch against her heated flesh.
"Alpha," she moans, and the title goes straight to my groin.
I lavish attention on her breasts with my hands until she's writhing beneath me, then lean back to let her explore.
"Your turn," I tell her, guiding her hands to my chest. "Learn what you're claiming."
She traces the ice-crystal scars across my torso with wonder, her touch leaving trails of fire despite her fever. When her hands drift lower, following the path of pale hair down my abdomen, both my cocks pulse with anticipation.
"They're both so different," she whispers, wrapping one hand around each shaft. The sensation nearly undoes me—her small, hot hands barely able to encircle my girth.
"The lower one is for claiming," I explain through gritted teeth as she explores. "For breeding. It has a knot that will lock us together."
She runs her thumb over the swollen base where my knot will form, and I have to grip her wrists to stop the movement.
"And this one?" she asks, stroking the upper shaft with her other hand.
"For pleasure," I growl. "It reaches places the other can't."
She leans forward, and before I can stop her, she presses her lips to the head of my primary cock. The wet heat of her mouth makes me see stars.
"Elise—"
"I want to taste you," she says, then takes me deeper.
Her technique is unpracticed but enthusiastic, her tongue swirling around the ridged head while her hand works what she can't fit in her mouth. When she switches to the secondary shaft, giving it the same attention, I nearly lose control entirely.
"Enough," I rasp, pulling her away before I spend myself down her throat. "You need preparation."
I position her on her back again, settling between her thighs. She's even more beautiful here—flushed and swollen, her entrance glistening with arousal. The scent of her heat isintoxicating, making my fangs ache with the need to bite, to mark, to claim.
I start with gentle touches, mapping her folds with careful fingers. She's incredibly sensitive, jerking at the lightest contact. When I find her clit and circle it with my thumb, she nearly comes off the bed.
"Oh god," she gasps. "What is that?"
Her innocent response tells me everything I need to know about her experience level. Good. I'll be the one to teach her every sensation, every pleasure.
I work her slowly, methodically, using my ice magic to cool my fingers as I explore her. One finger slides inside her easily—she's so wet and relaxed from her heat that there's no resistance. But I can feel how tight she is, how much preparation she'll need.
"More," she begs, rolling her hips against my hand.
I add a second finger, stretching her carefully. Her walls flutter around the intrusion, and she makes the most beautiful sounds of pleasure. When I curve my fingers to find that sensitive spot inside her, she screams.
"There," she pants. "Right there, please?—"
I work that spot until she's trembling on the edge of climax, then add a third finger. She's getting wetter with each touch, her body opening for me, preparing itself for what's coming.
"I need more," she sobs. "Please, alpha, I need you inside me."
"Soon," I promise, though my own control is hanging by a thread. Both my cocks are aching with need, but I force myself to be patient. "You're not ready yet."
I continue preparing her, adding a fourth finger to stretch her further. She takes it beautifully, her body yielding to my touch with the perfect elasticity of omega biology.
When I finally judge her ready, I position myself between her legs. She looks up at me with those transformed eyes, trust and need and complete surrender shining in their ice-blue depths.
