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“But you, my Snow Angel, can just call me Jack,” I reassure her before leaning in to taste her.

The kiss is soft and slow. As much as I’d like to throw her down and claim her, I can tell she needs to know that I am there to care for her; so I caress her lips slowly with as much softness as a beast like me can muster. She’s so warm, so supple, somine. It takes everything in me to pull back and break the kiss, butwhen I do, the flush in her cheeks, the soft flutter of her eyelids, her warm cinnamon sugar taste lingering along my lips is my reward. She’s too good for a monster like me, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to let her go now that I have her.

“Jack.” She rolls the name around her mouth breathlessly. “Or maybe you like it better when I call you Daddy?”

Brat.

A small growl vibrates in my chest as my hand sinks lower, my fingers wrapping around her throat, not tightly, but just enough to let grab her attention.

“Such a naughty mouth,litill snær.I’m trying to be nice, but if you keep it up, I’ll rip that towel off, throw you over my knee, and spank you.”

I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate and her nostrils flare. She likes the sound of that. Maybe my little one wants my dominance just as much as I crave her submission.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she snarks at me, her chin held high in defiance.

I take a step into her, crowding her and pinning her to me so she can feel what she does to me, how wild she makes me feel. I might be in my human form, but I’m still much larger than her, and she’s forced to tilt her head back to look at me.

“That smart mouth is going to get you into trouble,” I warn her as my thumb rubs a teasing circle along the flesh of her neck.

“Maybe my daddy needs to wash my mouth out in order to teach me a lesson.” She pushes out her bottom lip as if pouting, and what resistance I had left snaps.

Pulling her towel away, I savor her exposed flesh. I didn’t get to see her fully before, but everything about her is perfection. Her dusty pink nipples are erect and begging to be played with. Spinning her around, I use my grip on her throat to push her up against the wall. With my other hand, I undo my zipper and let my human cock spring free. It’s a shame I just have the one whenI’m in my human form but it’ll be enough for now.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” I ask her as I reach around and pull at her nipple. She yelps but her body responds to me instantly, her back arching to rub her plump ass along my throbbing length. “Daddy is going to have to teach you what happens when you’re a naughty tease.”

My hand leaves her nipple, skimming lower until I reach her folds. At the same time, I slot my cock between the cheeks of her ass, not pressing against her tight hole, but just resting between her warmth.

“Please, yes, Daddy,” she purrs as I begin to massage the outer lips of her sweet little pussy.

Slipping a finger between her folds, I slowly run along the length of her slit.

“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, little Snow Angel?” I taunt as I begin to move my hips slowly, dry humping her from behind.

“It felt so good earlier. I want more,” she whines as I find her throbbing nub and begin to slowly circle it with two fingers.

“The icicles were just to start to stretch you out. You can’t handle my cocks yet,” I warn as I begin to flick and rub her clit in a way that has her moaning and panting.

It’s not entirely true. I could fuck her in my human form, give her a painfully normal first experience. She’d stain my cock with her blood and we’d have a nice moment. But I’m starting to sense she doesn’t want nice, doesn’t want normal. She’s my mate, fated by the universe to be mine, and when I claim her, I will claim her as my true self. I want to fill her holes with my cocks until she screams out from the agony of her pleasure. Then, and only then, will I fill her with my seed and plug it with my knot. I will claim and breed my mate because I’m not a prince in disguise, I’m a motherfucking monster through and through.

My hips thrust roughly at the thought, pinning her against the wall and forcing her to take what I’m giving her. My fingers work quickly to bring her close to the edge. I can feel her shake in my hold as her pleasure builds.

“Please,” she gasps between pants. “Jack I’m gonna—”

I don’t let her finish. I pull my hand away and hold her by her hips.

“Naughty girls don’t get to cum,” I warn her as I continue to rub my aching cock between her ass cheeks.

She lets out an exasperated huff in annoyance before trying to snake her own hand down between her creamy thighs.

Fucking brat.

I swat her hand away then grab her wrists and pin them above her head. Crystals begin to form along the wall where my fingers meet the surface. With each thrust against her my desire grows and the temperature drops.

“Stop! That’s not fair!” she whines as I continue to rut against her from behind. Each snap of my hips makes the pale flesh of her ass ripple in the most enticing way.

“I am nothing if not fair, Snow Angel,” I correct. “Good girls get to cum. Naughty girls get punished.”

She writhes and wiggles, trying desperately to get out of my grasp. But all she manages to do is rub against my cock in the most delicious way. My balls tingle as my release gets closer. The urge to mark her as mine is too strong.