Peaches Boyfriend Ice Age Novels & Stories

he chuckled, putting his arms behind his head in a show of defiance. Paige held her thumb up with a smile, sliding his cock farther in. It seemed to be smooth sailing. The hefty log began disappearing into her mouth. Her jaw lowered slightly more with each gulp; her lips were lined with spit, making it an easy task. And yet, just when all seemed to be complete... Paige froze stiff. Sienna watched as Paige made a motion, more of a desperate lurch forward, all to no avail. It seemed she had been beaten by this behemoth! “C’mon, Paige! Get that thing in you! He’s a shrimpdick! You’ve had tons bigger! Now grab his ass and pull your mouth to his body!” came Sienna’s passionate reassurance.

Prologue Many people believe that I am the luckiest of the Ice Academy's girls. Everyone believes I won the lottery because my boyfriend is the heir to the Ice Academy, where I study. I'm Ayisha Duffel, and I'm 18 years old. A first-year student at the Ice Academy. A major in hotel and restaurant management. I'm an orphan and a scholar at the academy. I'm the luckiest and unluckiest person in our school, but others think I'm lucky because Kian Thayre Ice, the sole heir of the Ice Academy, became my boyfriend.

“is it alright if I call you that?” “Not at all. I'm truly honored.” Peaches smiled. "Great," Sephtis said with a smile. "Do you love your Alpha?" Peaches felt uneasy about the question, but she cleared her throat and responded. “Yes, I love him. I bear his mark; I am his Luna. We are bonded, and I am loyal to him as my partner and husband." “If he wanted you to turn us in, would you do it?” “Sephtis!” Sylvester shouted. “Don’t you make your mother uncomfortable.”

“No one’s ever asked me whether I’m happy.” Something in me shifted at that, subtle but undeniable. I lowered the paper. “…Are you?” He didn’t answer immediately. His gaze drifted across the empty rink before returning to me, and when he spoke, his voice was quieter but certain. “Today? Yeah.” I smiled before I could stop myself. “I’ll take that.” “I figured you would.” We stayed on the ice longer than I expected. Conversation drifted from music to cafeteria food that somehow managed to be both overcooked and underseasoned, to Ryan’s inability to take anything seriously for more than thirty seconds, and Blake’s ongoing argument that pineapple belonged on pizza.

"I didn't do this just to hurt him. I did it to prove to myself that I could walk into your world and not get swallowed whole. I wanted to see if 'flavor' could actually hold its own against 'substance.'" Julian studied her for a long beat, his gray eyes searching Tiffany’s face as if he were reading a complex blueprint. "And?" Julian asked softly. "What have you concluded?" Tiffany leaned back, a small, knowing smile returning to her lips. "I think the Ice King might be more of a vanilla latte fan than he lets on." Julian didn't look away. He didn't scoff. He just nodded slowly, a dark, curious light gleaming in his eyes. "Well," Julian murmured, "it seems we both have secrets, Miss Everhar

Maya POV The contract was still warm in my hands. My phone vibrated, then again and it didn’t stop. I frowned, shifting the contract under my arm as I pulled my phone out. Notifications stacked on top of each other so fast that the screen lagged for a second. Northridge Spill. I opened it. [EXCLUSIVE]: The Ice King’s Heart Melts? Sources say Leo Thorne’s rink-side rage was a defense of his secret girlfriend, film student Maya Ellison.

You missed the jackpot by that one number. I drove straight to a convenience store, bought a lottery ticket, then stood outside and waited for the results. An hour later, the winning numbers came out. I won. I froze. This was real. In a little over a month, the ice age would arrive. I claimed the prize at once. Then, I started preparing for the end of the world. I called an industrial battery supplier I had met while shopping in Edolas. "I need one hundred thousand units of advanced portable batteries. Immediately. Yes, the power lines will freeze and snap during the Ice Age. I need those batteries."

Yet another thing on the ever-growing list of reasons why this guy is the bane of my fucking existence. I’m about to skate back toward where the rest of the guys are helping Vak defend the net, the forwards for Ice owls on an aggressive offensive attack. That’s when vaks center, Paul , checks Caspian into the wall. Hard. A lot harder than necessary. Meanwhile, the puck is sent sailing to the other end of the rink. Instincts tell me to skate after it, but the whistle blowing catches my attention and drags it back to where Caspian is crumpled to the ground.

“I’m a little out of practice.” “A little?” He smirks, lazily gliding toward me. Effortless. Like the ice bends for him. “You look like Bambi on roller skates.” Heat surges to my cheeks. “You’re supposed to be helping me.” “I am.” He flicks a puck in my direction. “Rule number one: stop whining.” The puck skitters across the ice. Instinct kicks in I catch it on my stick, handle it without thinking. For a second, it feels right. Then my balance falters, and I stumble.

I knew he didn't get that from school. "They didn't have any apple flavor, so I had to get you this instead. Hope it's fine. Do you like vanilla and coconut?" "Yes! Thank you!" I peeled off the spoon from the side and opened the cup, grinning from ear to ear. If I had a tail, it'd be wagging by now. My first boyfriend's ice cream. I scooped one spoon and directed it to his lips. He chuckled, took my hand, and turned the spoon back to my lips. I gladly opened my lips and let the sugary goodness bless me. He moves fast. Did I ever mention that? Well, he does. The next thing I knew, his tongue was slipping into my mouth and taking the ice cream back. I almost moaned as I melded at the spot. It