Page 10 of Frost

Fuck.

Before my mind can even truly register what my body is doing, it’s too late. I am running.

SEVEN

JACK

My little Snow Angel seems to be panicking. I’m not entirely sure what it is that set her off, but she shot from the door like a hare out of a snare. I let out a huff of annoyance as I watch her flee. Every instinct inside of me is screaming at me to chase her, hunt her, take her, breed her. Why did she have to run? I’m a predator for fuck’s sake, and predators love the chase. I can almost taste how delicious she’d be if I ran her down and captured her. She’d look absolutely delectable, tear-streaked and begging beneath me. I picture my monstrous talons digging into the soft flesh of her plush hips as I thrust inside her. I wonder if the snow beneath her would stain with her virgin blood?

Shit. Now I’m hard.

What the fuck is it about this girl that has me acting like a wild beast–feral and ready to claim her without any care for theconsequences?

Crystals of frost have formed along the windows of the small cabin. I couldn’t help it–watching her read about me, learn about me, study me with the same ferocious need for more that I feel for her had all my blood rushing straight to the area between my thighs. I couldn’t help but freeze the world around her with my excitement. I’m going to have to get my urges under control or I’ll turn the girl into a human popsicle before I even get the chance to fuck her.

Maybe that’s why she ran.

I need a different approach. If I hunt her down in my monstrous form and take her, she’ll be terrified of me. And, as much as I want her fear and submission, for some reason, I also seem to want to comfort her. I’ve never comforted another creature before. I am a fucking beast, not a teddy bear. And yet, something deep inside of me craves her power just as much as I crave her submission. I’ve never felt that way about a fuck before. What is this tiny little human doing to me?

I will down the beast, which is exceptionally difficult in this moment, and replace my mask. The monster is who I am–who I truly am. But monsters are not welcome in the world of men.Faðiris seen as safe. When I wear the mask the humans never spare me a second glance, accepting me as one of them. Maybe that’s what my little angel needs right now—a daddy to take care of her. The thought of it sends a warm bolt of pleasure through me as I take off after my prey.

My feet sink into the soft powder more easily than in my beastly form but I still manage to move swiftly across the clearing and into the trees beyond. Her tracks are not difficult to follow, and while she’s clearly in fight or flight mode, her stride is much smaller than mine. In nearly no time, I have caught up enough to hear her panicked breathing as she crashes through the woods. She’s clearly not used to being chased. I’ll have toteach her to be more stealthy so our games last longer in the future. I continue on until I catch sight of her ahead. The blue of her ridiculous outfit is a stark contrast to the white and green of the world around us. I duck behind a tree, peeking out just in time to see her flushed face turn and look behind her. The look of terror in her eyes is exquisite. The way her cheeks have stained red, her pouty lips open, her full chest heaving—she’s a fucking vision.

My cock throbs painfully in my pants. I want this girl. I want her beyond reason, beyond sanity, beyond any creature I’ve ever wanted before. I want to devour her, consume her, claim her.

This tiny little human is meant to be mine.

A twig snaps somewhere off in the distance. A small noise, possibly a rabbit or another small animal, but the noise is enough to send my little prey running again. She takes off through the cold and snow as fast as she can but she’s slowing, clearly becoming tired. I take the opportunity to run off to the East, far enough away that she won’t notice me overtaking her, then doubling back for her to ‘stumble upon.’ Once I place myself in her path, I bend down and pretend to be fashioning a trap. I can hear each footfall as she approaches. The shoes she’s wearing are completely inappropriate for this weather. She doesn’t even have a fucking coat. I need to ensnare her and convince her to go back inside. As much as I hate letting her be anywhere near that vile male, I also can’t let her freeze out here. She’s so close now I can scent her. She smells sweet, like something I’d like to eat.

“What the—” She gasps as she nearly runs right into me.

I look up at her, doing my best to look surprised. I smile down a smirk as her worried gaze flicks to mine and her shoulders sink as though relaxing. Good. I need her to let her guard down and let me in.

“Who are you?” she asks between panting breaths. I can tell herbreasts are probably heaving beneath the confines of that tight little dress but I stop myself from staring… barely.

“I could ask you the same question,” I counter as she stares down at me. I liked it better when she was on her knees for me, when she thought it was just a dream. I shouldn’t have played with her dreams but I couldn’t stop myself. The need I feel for this girl is unreasonable.

“Elisa,” she whispers as her cheeks turn a shade of pink that has my cock thickening painfully.

“Elisa,” I repeat. The name rolls around on my tongue. I like how it sounds. It’s perfect, just like she is.

She nods slightly in agreement. She has the prettiest blue eyes, they sparkle in the bright light of the day.

“What are you doing out here, Elisa? Alone and without even a coat or shoes?” I ask as she shivers. My girl must be freezing. I’m tempted to take my coat off and give it to her. Would that be too forward?

“I—I’m staying in a cabin, over that way,” she points in the wrong direction. She’d be hopeless out here without me. Something about that warms my core. Sheneedsme.

“And you decided to go for a run?” I feign ignorance. “In socks?” Her face contorts into feisty annoyance. It’s cute. I like her fire.

“I just… I got freaked…” She stumbles over her words, and I immediately regret pushing her. She’s already uncomfortable enough.

Why do I care if this human is nervous? I’m a monster, I fucking feed on fear.

What is she doing to me?

“Hey.” I rise to my full human height and dust the snow off my gloved hands. “Everything’s alright, okay? We just need to get you out of the cold before you freeze.”

“Can you help— I meant to say— I need to get home.” Shestumbles over her words as her teeth chatter.