Page 3 of Frost Bite
I have no intention of giving this one away to Saint fucking Nick. My blood is simmering with need. Since the beginning of time, we have killed but never touched. Searching. Waiting. We never took pleasure—never gave in to our carnal desires. The others feel it too. The way she moves through the forest, leaves us imprints of her essence whilst remaining out of our grasp. It’s intoxicating. It’s familiar.
And that cruel god owes us.
As the rain falls hard upon me, I tie my brown hair up into a knot on the top of my head. A few wisps hang down and stick to my skin like wet parchment. I dig in my heels and urge my horse north.
Buried between the smells of soil and leaves is the scent of fear. I can almost hear her heart hammering in my ears. Throbbing like the vein in my shaft.
Our clever little virgin isn’t as smart as she thinks she is. She has no idea I’m herding her exactly where I want her to go. I close my eyes and listen. Over the sound of hooves, I hear the crunch of snow. She’s close.
“Go!” I command my horse as I dig in harder. We race through the first clearing, the forest floor covered in a thick blanket of white powder for as far as the mortal eye can see. But I am no mortal. I look beyond the snowflakes and shadows to see long blonde hair flapping wildly in the wind. My pulse quickens, my adrenaline bursting through my veins like liquid fire.
“Velox!” I shout.Faster. The tree line becomes a blur as we charge forward, shortening the distance between us and victory. I can hear her whimper now over heavy breaths. She’s running as fast as her slender legs will let her.
As we near, her scent chokes me. I want to drown in it. She doesn’t dare look back as I make gains on her, my horse almost nipping at her boots. Boots that are falling apart as fast as she’s running.
But I’m faster.
I dart to her left and gallop beside her. She makes the mistake of glancing up into my glowing eyes. Her mouth opens, forming an O, her eyes widening just as big. Sweat glistens down her neck while golden strands whip around her angelic face. But all I can think about is her delicate and fragile body, never having been touched by a man before.I’m salivating.
A deep moan billows out from my chest at the thought of burying my cock inside every one of her virgin holes. I slow our pace and let her inch ahead, letting her think that she might get away. False hope makes my cock harder.
My moans turn to growls as the anticipation builds. I edge myself to the brink until I can’t resist trailing her anymore. I pull forward until I’m trotting at her side again. “Enough,” I grunt out.
She lets out a bloodcurdling scream as I reach down. In one swift move, I wrap an arm around her waist and snatch her off the ground. I put her on her belly in front of me so her head and legs hang off the sides of my stallion.
She thrashes against me, but I hold her tiny frame down with one hand, pressing it into the small of her back. Even sitting, I overpower her. This makes me even harder as I imagine how loud she’ll scream when I stretch her tight pussy around my cock. I will show her how I’m worthy of my name.
She screams as she bounces against the saddle. But her voice gets lost in the wind, drowning in the currents as the rain falls harder. My fingers tremble with need as we charge down a steep ravine. I ache to touch every inch of her, not just the curve of her hip, as I hold her tight to me.
When we near the caves, I slow our pace until we come to a complete stop by the river. My steed bucks as she thrashes like an animal wilder than him.
“Stop!” I slide off and drag her down with me. “You’ve spooked my horse,” I growl, my nose just inches from hers.
She shivers, her teeth chattering. “Please. I don’t want to die.”
I huff and throw her over my shoulder. “That’s not what you should be afraid of.”
She pounds her fists against my back as I walk us into the cave. “Let me go, you monster!”
I set her down, then back her up against the rocky wall of the cave. “Shhh.” I smooth her hair out of her face. “You’ve been chosen. In every way imaginable.”
Her clever eyes widen, realizing the weight of her predicament. “No. I take it back. I’d rather die.”
I yank off her coat to see that the rain has soaked her thin cotton dress, plastering it to her shivering body. Two perfect little buds stand erect, pink and swollen.
I rub my thumb over one of them; it pebbles even more through the wet cotton. “You should be thanking me for sparing your life. The others weren’t so lucky.”
She hisses through pouted lips. “Don’t touch me.”
I ignore her command and do the same to her other nipple, noticing how the fear and fury in her eyes transform into something else. Curiosity. Desire, maybe… An exquisite reaction from a girl who’s never been touched before. “There is nowhere to go. You belong to me. Tous. To the Wild Hunt. My lovely little thing… sweet, precious prey. I am called Conquest for a reason.”
“Prey?I am not an animal,” she snaps, her lip quivering.
Humans are intriguing creatures. They war and pillage, murder and maim, and yet they remain so fragile. They wield their emotions like swords, quick to beg for mercy when they’rethe ones on the chopping block, yet merciless when it’s they who hold the blade in their hands.
“No, you are not. Animals hunt and kill for survival. Your kind does so for riches. Isn’t that why you are trapped in this forest with us to begin with? Your village has offered you up as a sacrifice for their own lust and greed.”
She flinches when I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. Her skin is so delicate, so soft and supple. I can’t wait to taste it.