บททั้งหมดของ The Ice King's Wild Obsession: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Cade’s mouth is filthy. There is no other word for the way he kisses me—deep, claiming, tongue sliding against mine like he already owns every sound I’m making. My body surrenders to the ravishing without protesting, and I hate how easily it does. How the second his hands are on me, the rest of the world narrows to heat and friction between my thighs and the taste of him. “I hate you,” I manage against his lips. His rough laugh scrapes against my lips. “No, you don’t.” He kisses me harder, like the denial itself turns him on. His hands come into my hair, holding my head steady as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. I don't even try to fight because I know it's a losing battle, letting him plunder my mouth. Then he breaks away, the sudden loss of his tongue leaving me unsteady on my feet. Breathing hard, I watch as he lowers himself onto the couch and spreads his knees. His eyes never leave mine. “Get on your knees.” His words are a command, like there's no room f

~~DAX~~ I've always known about Soraya's feelings for me. Since we met in our first year. It was at a party in the first month of freshman year. I was the fastest recruit into the Sterling hockey team, so I already had a bit of a reputation, especially with girls. A group of girls was clustered in a corner, laughing too loud, and one of them was staring at a girl in an oversized cardigan and glasses who was holding a book bag. "Wait, are you here for the party or the library?" the girl said. "Because you look like you're about to ask for a study room." The others cracked up. I don't know why I looked at the girl in the cardigan. But I did. Her face was bright red, her jaw was tight, and she was blinking too fast. She looked miserable and furious at the same time, like she wanted to throw the bag in their faces and disappear through the floor. I walked over to them and tore them a new one for being mean for no reason. That made them drop their heads and leave her alone

"Hey there, little brother."Cade's voice comes from right behind me, lazy and amused. I didn't hear him move."Fancy seeing you here so early." He steps closer until his shoulder almost brushes mine. "What's the matter? Your fiancée boring you in bed?"Dax's eyes blaze. A muscle ticks in his jaw, like Cade just hit a nerve.I immediately step in front of Cade. The last thing I need is another fight between these two, especially before I've had coffee."Dax. Why are you here?""Can we talk?"I cross my arms and wait for him to speak."Alone." His nostrils flare as his eyes dart over Cade's bare legs. "And can he at least put on some fucking pants?""Since when does seeing me in boxers bother you, little brother?"I glare at Cade, knowing he's being infuriating on purpose to irritate Dax.He lets out a dramatic sigh. "Fine. You're no fun."He walks off down the hallway and disappears into my bedroom like he lives there.Dax stares after him, then looks back at me like I’ve grown a seco

~~CADE~~After my only lecture for the day, I head off to the hockey arena for today's practice.The moment I walk into the rowdy locker room, my jaw tightens as I see what has been pasted over my nameplate on my locker.A piece of card with 'EASTWOOD' boldly written on it in black Sharpie.It isn't the first time. Last week it was a dead rat's worth of drawings. The week before, my locker got taped shut.I don't ask who did it, because I know nobody will claim it.I peel the card off, ball it up, and toss it in the trash.From the corner of my eye, I catch Chase grinning into his locker like a kid who just got away with something.He's Dax’s loyal little lapdog. Always first to agree, first to laugh, first to do whatever the golden boy wants.The rest of the guys aren't much better. They don't say it to my face, but they've made it clear I'm an outsider.I don't give a fuck. I only have to get through one season here.Dax is sitting on the bench across the room, his elbows on his kne

~~SORAYA~~"I've finished assessing your essays for the first part of the project," Professor Holbrook says, tapping his clicker against the podium. "For the second part, I'll be dividing you into pairs, based on whose essays aligned most closely. Every pairing is posted on the class portal."His voice fades into the background as my phone lights up on my desk.I unlock it so fast I almost drop it, expecting it to be Cade.It's not him.It's a promotional message from my service provider, offering me ten percent off a data plan.I flip the phone face down and stare at the ceiling.What is wrong with me?I've never been the type to check my phone in lectures. Not once in four years. Then Cade started texting me, and now I'm sitting here, waiting for it to buzz like a dog waiting for a whistle.Except he hasn't texted me today. Class is almost over, and my phone has been silent.I haven't heard from him at all in two days since he walked out of my apartment without so much as a proper g