Page 19 of Frost
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The beast within me screams in possessive fury as my climax begins to peak. I can’t hold back a second longer. My vision narrows as blankness begins to cloud the edges until all I can see, all I can smell, all I can feel isher. Leaning my head down, I slide my lips around the juncture of her shoulder and neck, my tongue caressing her pulse point. And right as my teeth sink into her flesh, biting and sucking at her delicate skin, my balls jerkand my release thunders through me. I roar against her skin, my moan mingling with her shrieks of pain in the most enticing way. Rope after rope of cum shoots from me, painting her ass and things with my seed.
What a waste. It should be buried near her womb.
“Oh my god,” she pants as I begin to come down. “I’m going to need another bath.”
I release her flesh from between my teeth, admiring the way her skin begins to bruise for me. “I like you covered in me. You’re mine, and the easier it is for others to identify that, the less likely it is I’ll have to rip the limbs of anyone who touches you.”
I gently rub her hips. Goosebumps ripple across her as I lovingly stoke her pristine canvas of flesh. She’s beautiful but her skin is freezing cold. I’ll have to be careful about that.
“You just met me, Jack. Isn’t that a little intense? What if I have annoying habits that drive you crazy? Like what if I chew loudly?” She whispers the words, her body spent, but I can hear the uncertainty lying beneath.
I extract myself from her slowly, my spent cock twitching as the final drops of my release empty from the tip. With a gentle touch, I turn her to face me. She tries her best to look tough. I’m sure she’s annoyed I denied her her orgasm but she’ll soon learn the power of edging. I lean down, letting the scruff of my beard tickle her cheeks before I lay a chaste kiss on her lips.
“When you know that someone’s yours, why fight it? There’s no doubt you will drive me crazy at times, as I will you. But a mate is made to be your partner. We will work through whatever comes our way, myfegrð.”
“And what about Hans?” she asks after a beat.
Shit. I’d been so wrapped up in my girl that I almost forgot about the Hans problem.
“I will need to take care of him,” I tell her hesitantly. She may be okay with the beast beneath, but if she knows she’s bound toa killer, how will she feel?
“We,” she states with finality.
“We?”
“We will need to take care of Hans,” she clarifies with renewed fire lighting her eyes. “Wewill track him down and make him pay.”
Leaning back in, I roll my hips against her, pinning her backwards against the wall and kissing up her neck. She moans softly and leans her head back to give me better access.
“My violent little snow queen,” I praise in pure delight. “You sure you want to come along? Things might get… messy.”
“If you go, I go,” she states as she pushes me back, giving herself enough space to turn and walk back to the bathroom. “Let me get cleaned up and then we can paint the fucking town red, Daddy.”
TWELVE
ELISA
“I’m not sure this was really necessary,” Jack whines from beside me. “My face is cold.”
The man who sits next to me is nearly unrecognizable. After bathing, I convinced Jack that the whole Mountain Daddy look wouldn’t help him blend in if we ended up in a bar downtown. He was a complete grump about it, but he let me help him shave and cut his hair.
“I think you look nice,” I tell him as I reach across the bench and squeeze his hand that’s not holding the reins. He grunts in acknowledgment.
He’s dressed in simple black slacks and a black peacoat I found lodged in the back of a moth-ridden closet. Apparently, when you’re all alone, living as a mountain monster, there’s no need to dress up. But I wanted to make sure we blend in when we getto town. The man next to me looks younger, sleeker, and more modern. There’s no doubt he will turn heads when we get to the city—not with his huge stature, dark hair, and dark eyes. He’s a tall, dark, and handsome stranger who has come to whisk me away. If I weren’t so nervous about how I’m going to murder someone in the next few hours, I’d be giddy.
But deep down, I miss my gruff mountain daddy. And I definitely want more of my possessive monster. A smart girl would be terrified, planning her escape as soon as this reindeer-pulled sleigh stopped near town. But there must be something wrong with the wires in my brain because all I can think about when I look at him is how I can push his buttons enough to get him to shift and punish me. I’m desperate to be his naughty girl and have him unleash on me. The knowledge that he wants to stretch me around both his enormous cocks has my pussy throbbing with need. I’m sure the orgasm he denied me doesn’t help. The image of him bending me over, spanking me, then shoving deep inside me and filling me with his candy cane cum flits across my mind and I barely hold back my moan.
“Stop,” Jack grunts from beside me.
“Stop what?” I flit my gaze to him. He sits beside me on the sleigh bench, one hand lightly holding the reins attached to the reindeer pulling us through the woods… because that’s totally normal.
“I can smell your desire,” he groans as his thumb rubs dizzying circles against the back of my hand. “It’s making it hard to focus.”
“You can smell—that?” I ask, shifting uncomfortably. I just bathed, I shouldn’t smell.
A deep chuckle rumbles across the icy air. It sends a shiver down my spine. “You’re my mate. I can sense pretty much everything about you,” he explains as if it’s just common sense. “Don’t you feel me too?”