TEMPTING THE ICE KING

Kyren's hand slid up the back of my thigh. The cold wall bit into my cheek.

"You see what you do to me?" He growled, grinding his hard length against my ass. "You walk around in this little skirt, and think I'll play by your rules?"

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my skirt and panties. He dragged them down in one ruthless motion, and heat flooded my core.

"Kyren," I breathed, my voice trembling.

"No," he muttered, his lips at my ear. "You don't get to use my name like that. Not when you're this wet for me."

His other hand slipped between my legs from behind. A choked sound escaped me as his fingertips found my soaked flesh. He traced slow circles on my clit, and my back arched into him.

"So wet," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "All for me. Isn't that right, Princess?"

My head fell forward against the wall as he circled my clit with relentless pressure. "Yes, Kyren."

"I'm just getting started, Princess." He said, sliding a finger lower, dipping it inside my entrance, before sweeping my wetness back up to my clit.

"I'm going to fuck you so deep," he whispered, his words sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. "I'm going to have you screaming into this wall. But first, you're going to come on my hand. Come on, Hailey. Let go for me."

His pace became punishing. Perfect. The tension built between my legs, and my hips began to move of their own accord, chasing his touch.

"That's it," he coaxed, his voice guttural. "Take what you need."

The orgasm broke over me, locking my muscles and stealing the air from my lungs. A soundless cry escaped my mouth as pleasure radiated out from my core.

Kyren held me through it, his hand working me gently until the last tremor subsided.

Before I could even process the aftermath, the sound of a heavy door swinging open echoed down the corridor.

Familiar footsteps approached us. Kyren froze. In a blur of motion, he yanked my skirt and panties back up. He smoothed my skirt down just as my father rounded the corner.

My heart hammered against my ribs. Kyren took a casual step back, putting some space between us. He ran a hand through his hair, and his expression shifted from predatory hunger to relaxed amusement.

"Coach," he said, his voice perfectly even. "Looking for someone?"

My dad's eyes scanned us, lingering for a half-second on my flushed face. "Hailey, the girls said you might be back here. Are you okay?"

"Fine!" My voice came out a pitch too high. I cleared my throat before forcing a smile. "I'm just catching my breath after practice."

Kyren shoved his hands in his pockets. "She was just telling me that the AC at our place stopped working."

Liar.

My father nodded slowly. He was becoming suspicious. "The janitors need to lock up. Kyren, hit the weight room. Hailey, get yourself something to eat."

"Yes, sir," we said in unison.

My dad shot us a final, assessing look, then turned and walked back the way he came.

The moment the door clicked shut, the tension snapped back. Thicker and hotter than before. Kyren's casual mask dropped. He closed the distance between us in one stride. "Don't hide what's mine again." He said, his thumb grazing the hickey on my neck.

He confidently strode out of the room, leaving me alone in the corridor. I rushed my way back into the locker room and took a quick shower. I was consumed by butterflies, the feel of his fingers pleasing me, lingered.

I pulled on a pair of flared pants paired with a black off-shoulder top. I slipped my feet into a pair of matching black heels. I did light makeup on my face before concealing the marks that Kyren left on my skin.

I loosened my inky black hair before brushing through the strands. I grabbed my purse before leaving the locker room alongside Jia and Brie.

"Where did you disappear to earlier?" Brie curiously questioned as we made our way to the cafeteria.

"Where do you think I went? I was hiding out of embarrassment." I snapped at her. "Why the hell would you expose me like that, in front of everyone?"

"This is all a game, Hails. And I'm playing to win." She smiled over at me.

"You're such a shitty friend. Asshole." I uttered in realization.

"Hailey, you agreed to this bet. I never forced you to do anything you didn't want to do. You calling me an asshole is extremely hypocritical." Brie gestured wildly as we entered the cafeteria.

"Most people would agree that you're an asshole," Jia added her ten cents.

"Stay out of this, Jia." Brie cut her off before locking her gaze on mine. "Betting on someone is crazy, Hailey. That makes you an even bigger asshole than I am." Brie said before going over to a table at the other end of the cafeteria.

"It's not that deep. Kyren is playing games too. There's no right or wrong party in this." I told Jia while nodding to myself.

"But what if it stops being a game? What if you both end up falling for each other?" Jia carefully questioned.

"I would never fall for someone as shallow as Kyren Wolfe. And as I said before, he's not my type. At all." I assured her before taking a seat at our table.

"He's everybody's type," Jia whispered under her breath. "What's your type anyway?" She asked, the challenge in her voice rising.

"Someone who would get me the moon if I asked him to. Someone who treats women with respect. Someone like my dad. He really loved my mom," I pointedly stated.

"And Kyren doesn't fit any of those standards?" She asked before running a hand through her hair.

"No. I don't think so." I whispered as more of the cheerleaders on our squad joined our table.

"Why do I feel like you're judging him?" She knowingly asked.

"I'm not. I'm just not interested in getting to know him." I huffed out.

"Because you don't want it to be him." She sighed. "You need to give him a genuine chance. Brie wants to see Kyren melt. She wants to see him fall in love with you. "Her actions may be a little questionable, but her heart is in the right place," Jia said before squeezing my hand in hers.

One of the girls on our squad handed me a medium soda, and I thanked her before taking a sip from the drink.

"No." I finally stated.

I didn't trust Brielle's motives. And Kyren... screw him and his NO Dating rule. He was the Ice King for a reason. He didn't fall in love. He didn't even date. I would only make a fool out of myself if I continued pursuing him. So my answer to both of them was no.

The temperature inside the cafeteria suddenly dropped. Curious gasps and whispers filled the room as Kyren walked through the doors. His arm was wrapped around a blonde's neck.

My jaw clenched at the sight. It hasn't even been an hour since he... since he touched me very intimately. And now he was flirting with some other girl.

A deep frown settled on my forehead as they approached our table. Why were they coming this way? Their table was on the opposite side of the cafeteria.

Kyren let the blonde go before coming over to where I was sitting. Jia stopped talking mid-sentence. The cafeteria dawned in silence.

He didn't whisper. He spoke in a low, gravelly tone that the people at the next table could definitely hear. "I thought I gave you an order, Princess."

I feigned innocence before confidently looking up at him. "I don't know what you're talking about, Kyren."

A smirk curved the corner of his mouth. Before I could move, he firmly gripped my chin. His thumb wiped the makeup from my skin in a downward stroke across my neck, exposing me to a wider audience.

The students surrounding us were already filming the scene. Jia was frozen beside me. And my public image was completely shattered.

"Now everyone knows who you belong to." He muttered. "From now on, you're nothing but one of my late-night distractions."

My cheeks flushed red as he left our table without another word. He wrapped his arm around the blonde again, and I was ready to explode.