Knot me on ice, Captain(BL) Chapter 83: The Wet Surrender

Rhys

I watched him. My heart raced fast as he rose from the water, his scent filling the air as he rested against the vast expanse of the pool.

His pale skin was glowing under the dim lights, and the power he had over at that mont was absolute.

He was beautiful—the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

When Kayden sat at the edge and spread his legs, the sight was enough to make my vision blur. He was trembling, which was a good thing; it told I had him under my control.

I wanted him to feel the weight of my gaze, to know that every inch of him was under my observation.

"Grab your cock," I commanded, my eyes eting his.

There was sothing about those big obsidian eyes that did things to ; it made feel like I was under his spell.

Kayden obeyed slowly, without breaking eye contact. He gripped his cock with his slender fingers, and when he touched himself, I visibly gulped. The hair on my body rose, and I felt my cheeks flushed just by watching him.

When he started stroking himself, I leaned against the edge of the pool and let out a low, primal growl that started in the back of my throat.

He was doing it. He was obeying so completely it made my blood boil, but not in a bad way. It was the good kind of heat that made my own cock rise in response.

Then I leaned forward, my shadow swallowing him whole. I wanted to see the way his skin bunched and smoothed under his own palm. I wanted to hear every wet sound, every hitch in his breathing.

"Look at , Kayden," I rasped, my hand reaching out to grip the back of his neck, my thumb digging into the sensitive skin just below his ear. "Look in the eye while you do it. I want you to know exactly how you’re affecting the man who is watching you."

"Rhy... Rhys," he moaned, tilting his head back as his hand stroked harder.

"Faster," I ordered, my grip tightening on his neck just enough to remind him who was in control. "Don’t stop! Make the noise. I want to see how hard you can get for before I even lay a finger on you."

Kayden let out a loud moan as his pace increased. I moved back, letting go of his head to watch how his muscles tensed with each stroke—the way his thighs flexed as he tried to keep his balance on the edge of the water.

He was a masterpiece of desperation, and I was the only one allowed to see it.

"Rhys," he cried out again, and the sound of my na breaking on a moan was the most addictive thing I’d ever heard.

It was as if he had surrendered himself to , and my cock wanted him so badly I couldn’t bear to watch anymore without wanting to touch him—to feel him around .

"Rhys... please," he whimpered, his head falling back, exposing the long, elegant line of his throat.

"Please what, Kayden?" I hissed, moving closer again and leaning down until my lips were inches from his.

His orchid scent was overwhelming, and the sweetness of it made my head spin.

"Tell what you want while you’re looking at like that."

Kayden couldn’t answer with words; he gripped himself tighter, his hips instinctively hitching upward as if trying to find more friction, more of .

The sight of his legs spread wide, his thighs quivering with the effort of staying upright while he lost his mind to his own touch, made my pulse roar in my ears.

My body vibrated with hunger, and I released my pheromones into the air overpowering his.

I looked at his exposed neck and was tempted to sink my teeth into it. I wanted to feel all his emotions; I wanted us to bond as one, but I couldn’t.

It’s not what both of us wanted.

"That’s it," I growled, my hand sliding from his neck to his chest, feeling the way his skin was burning. "Oh Kayden, you are burning for ." I kissed his ear. "Say what you want? Say it out loud," I whispered, nibbling on his lobe.

"I want you!" Kayden let out a broken, high-pitched noise that echoed off the water, his eyes wide and glassy as he stared up at . He looked completely undone, his face flushed. "I want you to fuck !" he cried out, rolling his eyes back as he stroked his cock even harder.

I leaned in even closer and whispered, "Don’t stop. I want to see how much you can take before you break."

"Oh Rhys!" Kayden scread, but he obeyed. His eyes were on as he panted for breath, staring at with a haze of lust that made smirk. He looked like he was drowning on dry land, and I was the only one who could give him air.

"Rhys... I can’t... I’m—"

"You’re what?" I muttered.

A broken moan tore from his throat, his head thrashing back against the hard ground as he reached his peak. I watched his thighs seize, the muscles corded and shaking as he let out a choked cry. He was trembling so violently I thought he might slide off the edge into the water.

"Rhys," he whimpered, his chest heaving as he was completely out.

I placed a hand on his cheek. "Good boy." I chuckled, looking down at his cock, still aroused, and clamped my hand around it. "My turn, because I am not done with you yet," I growled as my thumb moved with a brutal, rhythmic pressure that made his eyes roll back into his head.

My other hand found his hair, grabbing a handful of it to force his face up toward mine, and I crashed my lips against his. It was not a gentle kiss, but a claim.

I tasted the salt of his skin as I forced his mouth open, my tongue invading his space with a hunger that made my heart pound even harder.

I kissed Kayden like I wanted to consu him, like I wanted to pull the very air out of his lungs and replace it with my own.

Kayden let out a muffled, high-pitched whine into my mouth, his hands coming up to claw at my shoulders, clutching , pulling closer as he kissed back.

I pulled back just an inch, our lips still close, a string of saliva still connecting us, showing how deep the kiss had gone. "You’re mine, Kayden," I hissed against his mouth, my grip on his hair tightening. "Every moan, every breath... they belong to ."