Page 14 of Frost Bite
She sucks in a deep breath through her nose and drinks, scraping her teeth against my taut ridges as she swallows it down. I massage my balls against her chin, drawing out every wave of pleasure that this creature has bestowed upon me. I wrap my free hand around her throat so I can feel it going down.
When her mouth runs dry, I slide out and slap my cock against her lips. “You took me well for your first time. I can’t wait to find out how you’ll handle me inotherplaces.”
She licks her swollen lips as an attempt to regain the moisture I stole from her. “You nearly choked me to death.”
I grin down at her. “If that is supposed to be an insult, you’re sorely mistaken.”
She shudders and looks away. “It’s too big for my mouth.”
This makes me burst out laughing. “Again, you flatter me.”
I stand up, then reach back down to yank her out of the dirt. She whines as the cold air hits her naked body. Her filthy, naked body. Covered in dirt and something else… I thrust my hand between her thighs and palm her pussy. “You’re wet, little doe.”
She bites her lip. “It’s nothing.”
“Conquest warned me that you’re a liar. Now that’s not very pious of you, is it?” I grab the end of the rope that still hangs from her neck and yank her toward one of the torches. “Let’s see how long it takes you to tell the truth. Will it be before or after the flames reach your face?”
She latches onto the rope and lurches back, desperate to get away from me. “You’re not well, sir! Let me go!”
I find it adorable that she thinks she has any power over me. Without barely breaking a sweat, I yank her back. “Never. We own you. But I don’t like liars.”
She trembles with fear when I stick the end of the rope into the flame. “Tell me why you’re pussy is so wet, Imogen.”
She shakes her head as she watches the flame start to jump up the rope. “I don’t know. The soil was damp. Or perhaps it was sweat. P-please, the fire… It’s going to burn me,” she stammers.
I like playing these games with her. She’s such a willing participant, defiant until the very end. My cock springs to life again at the sight of her flustering. But more so because her nipples are hard and red.
“You’re still lying. To me and to yourself. Last chance to tell me the truth, little doe.” I lick a bead of sweat off her shoulder, causing her to shiver.
The flames have jumped another two inches. The stench of singed rope permeates the air between us like a hall full of corpses. It decays as it burns, unraveling the threads till they are black and charred.
She pulls on the other end of it, desperate to free herself. But that only makes the knot tighter. “Fine. I’ll tell you the truth. Please put it out.”
“Not until you say it,” I growl in her ear.
“I’m wet because you aroused me, all right? I hate it, but that is the truth,” she shrieks.
I huff and tug the rope down into a pile of snow, forcing her back onto her knees. It makes a hissing sound as it goes out. She fixates on the spot, trembling. “You’re a monster.”
I pinch her chin and tilt it up. “I’myourmonster. But if you ever lie to me again, I will setyouon fire. And I have no qualms about fucking you while doing it too. I prefer the beauty of scars.”
She glares back at me. “It won’t happen again.”
I remove the rope from her neck and finger the mark it’s left. “Now, I will take you to Death.”
Her brow furrows. “You mean I don’t have to run again? I thought that was part of the Wild Hunt.”
She’s so refreshing, so vulnerable, asking all the right questions even as she fears for her life and her sanity. I pull her up to her feet and look deep into her watery eyes. “Death doesn’t chase. He stalks and watches and waits. Until the primal urge coursing through his veins threatens to consume him. He would kill you if you ran from him. So I’m going to bringyouto him. You’re his new pet.”
My body has forsaken me. As I stand here shivering in the snow, my lips swollen, my nipples raw, all I can think about is what torment awaits me next.
This monster before me is as stunning as he is brutal. I can’t tear my eyes away from his face. And the memory of his cock on my tongue does things to my body that I didn’t know could be done. It was suffocating at first, vile even. But then it sparked a fire in me. A need to feast on his flesh.
Famine’s gaze travels down the length of my body, his lip snarling while his eyes remain amused. He looks at me like I’m a toy to be played with. Without warning, he swoops me into his arms and places me on the saddle.
He mounts the horse and nestles in behind me. “The journey won’t be too long, but I’ll need to occupy myself along the way.”
I shudder as his ice-cold fingers settle onto my hips. “Can you not spare me a coat?”