Page 1 of Frost
PROLOGUE
JACK
Blood coats my tongue. The metallic taste is a welcome reminder of the sacrifice I consume. It’s warm, wet, ripe. After nearly a year of solitude and suffering, it feels invigorating to be back. To be whole again. A monster with no fear to feast upon is no monster at all.
And I’m nothing if not a motherfucking monster.
The family slowly dying out beneath me looks… sweet. The perfect little nuclear unit—mother, father, son, daughter. Too bad they’re rotten to the fucking cores. The whole house reeks of their wickedness. I’ve been watching them, waiting, biding my time. They slipped up this last year, finally. The carcass of the latest young woman who met her end in this Hell House is still rotting in their crawl space. Well, most of her is—those implants aren’t going to decay. I could have let the police find them and lock them up but jail would be too kind. And this family hasdefinitely not been nice.
Naughty. Naughty. Naughty.
The end of the year is a time when you reap what you sow. You were a kind and upstanding member of society? Rewards and bounty for you. You were a sack of shit that raped, tortured, and murdered a foreign exchange student in your basement with your son while your wife and daughter sat upstairs making cookies and pretending not to hear her pleas for mercy? Then this is what you get—punished byFaðir Winter. These are my woods to protect and to rule. And they’ve tainted the soil with their wicked deeds. Now they’ll get what they earned.
Each breath escapes from between my lips as white clouds of cold mist. My victims are turning blue from the cold of the room, my freezing touch slowly burning their skin. Crystalized fern patterns cover the windows, blocking out what happens within these walls from the world outside. Winter has come to claim what is owed to him.
The mother and daughter were the least culpable—their punishment was firm but swift. Their lifeless eyes stare at me from the far corner of the room. Their irises are already beginning to cloud.Damn, must have been torturing the men longer than I thought. I took my time with the father. His death was delectable. I saved the naughtiest of them for last, though.
“Pl—plea—please,” the young male, the son, chokes out between wet wheezes. His lungs are no doubt filling with blood. He’s slowly suffocating on his own life force. The knowledge makes my monstrous cocks twitch. That’s the first time they’ve made any movement in nearly a year. I’ve bored even my cocks to death this summer during my solitude.
Maybe I shouldn’t spend this summer all alone then.
The thought hits me like an avalanche. The idea of spending my long rest with someone else has always repulsed me. I’m a monster, a beast, a creature of shadow and legend, somethingchildren are warned about while they snuggle up by the cozy fire. I am cold, frigid, lifeless death. I’m Jack Fucking Frost. What would I need companionship for?
“Pl—please let me go,” the boy beneath me sobs.
Shit, I’d almost forgotten about him. His pale blonde hair is usually styled slickly towards the back of his head. Now it’s a blood-soaked mess. His sharp grey eyes are nearly translucent as death begins its descent upon him. He’s so cold that his lips are now blue, a sure sign he’s joining the land of the dead soon. He uses—used—his good looks to lure women in, make them feel safe, lucky even to land a man like him. It was a trap. Beneath his handsome mask, something truly horrific lurks. Now he’s barely a shell of any of that.
“Is that how Kara begged? She plead with you to just let her go?” I cock my head as this pathetic bag of flesh turns even paler with horror.
My long, forked tongue flicks out to taste the air. Fear and death coat the cold—my favorite. I let my black muscle unfurl further from my mouth. The large gash in this asshole’s abdomen is deep and wide enough to expose some intestines. I wiggle the tip inside his warmth. His shrieks of horror fill the room as my tongue burrows deep inside him, curling around his intestines. They pulse against my tongue before icicles begin to form. Small crystalline structures begin to bloom along the organ. Watching him freeze from the inside out fills me with pure delight. The sensation travels straight to my cocks, causing the double appendages to thicken further.
Retracting my tongue, I spit in my hand. It’s been too long. I need this. I bring my icicle-taloned fingers to my cocks and stroke both in tandem slowly. My lengths harden instantly.
“Wanna know what it’s like to be covered in cum against your will, you sack of shit?” I growl as I place my legs on either side of my victim’s body. Myvikingsskor-covered feet splash in thecrimson pool surrounding him as I get situated. He wheezes out something unintelligible.
“That’s it, you naughty little thing, cry for me,” I growl as my hand quickens its pace. My hips begin to move, fucking my own hand.
“Sh—she—wanted…” he trails off before finishing but I get the message. She wanted it.
Fucking pricks like him always think they have the right—the right to take, to claim, to possess. What they don’t know is that no one has the right to anything. You earn everything in this world—good or bad—you get what you deserve. The only thing that is guaranteed on this Earth is the changing of the seasons. Winter takes and Summer gives, and take from this asshole I will.
Reaching down into his open wound, I gather some of his warm, thick, red blood in my hand. Rising back up, I wrap my hand, now covered in his warmth, back around my cocks and continue fucking myself. The warm wetness of his blood feels so good around my throbbing lengths. I can barely contain my groans of pleasure. My balls throb as my release closes in. Each pump of his sad little human heart forces more and more blood to spill from his gaping wounds. I stare at the blood as I pump myself, my hand moving quicker and quicker as I chase my pleasure. I bring my free hand up to my knot, massaging the swollen bud. The human below me is helpless. All he can do is slowly bleed out, watching me jack off above him as he dies.
“Please. It was—wasn’t my idea. Hans said he’d done it before.” Dipshit is rambling nonsense. He must be getting close to death.
Better hurry up and finish before this motherfucker’s done for.
“Fuck,” I growl. “That’s it. Bleed for me, plead for me. Make me come, you shitty little waste of life.”
My release hits me fast and furiously. My thick balls swell with cum before the release erupts. Rope after rope of thick, cold cumsplatters across the gore in front of me, red and white swirling together. My knot swells, looking for a mate to cling to, but my hand will have to suffice for now. The bells along my pack jingle wildly as my body writhes through each wave of my climax. Each wave of my release causes the temperature to drop lower and lower.
“Oh shit!” I groan as my release continues.
It’s been a long time since I came this hard. Too long. It’s a good thing winter is just beginning.
ONE
ELISA