Page 24 of Frost
Inside is a room of horrors. A room of evil. A room that will soon be burned to the ground.
“Come, grab some clothes, and let’s leave this place. Let me take you home, Snow Angel.” His cool touch jolts me from inside my mind.
Gently, he pulls on my shoulder so I’m no longer looking at the blood-soaked walls, the torture tools, and restraints that cover the room next to the fucking kitchen. Who the fuck sets up their torture chamber next to their refrigerator? What the hell is that shit?
Dashing down the hall, I throw open the door to the room I stayed in. I grab what little things I had on me when I arrived, plus anything I can find in the drawers that might fit me. I may never know what truly happened to the rest of my belongings, but maybe those things belong to the old me, one that doesn’t truly exist anymore anyway. Smoke begins to fill the home, tickling my throat.
“Time to go,” his deep voice rumbles across the small home. I throw everything into a tote bag I find in the closet with the emblem from the Savannah Public Library on it. I wonder to myself which one of his victims brought it here.
Running back down the hall, I stop in front of the bookshelf. There, among the discarded Twilight novels, is the book I found about theMyrkviðrand I shove it in my tote. Beauty like that book doesn’t deserve to go down in flames.
When I reach the front door, my daddy is waiting for me. A small smile pulls at his handsome face as he holds out his hand. “Ready to go home, my queen?”
My stomach flips. To not only have a handsome, though slightly monstrous, daddy waiting to take care of me, but a place to finally call home again… It’s everything. Fuck Mariah Carey and her White Christmas bullshit. This year, all I want for Christmas is to be stuffed full of candy cane cum by my Monster Daddy.
“Ready,” I say as I take his hand and let him lead me across the threshold.
FIFTEEN
JACK
We watch in silence as the flames rise higher. On the way out the door, I grabbed a few blankets for my tiny human. I thrive in the cold, revel in the emptiness of winter, but my human needs warmth, comfort. And it’s my job to provide for my mate. So here we are, snuggled up beneath blankets together while we watch the cabin and its victims burn. Their souls will be free, no longer tied to the land like a curse.
“I think I’m ready to go home now, Daddy,” my Snow Angel says from beside me. Her voice is soft and heavy. She must be exhausted. “Maybe in the spring, we can come build some type of remembrance for the women?”
I grab the reins and give them a sharp snap, alerting the reindeer that it’s time to go. The Völva is still dancing around the flames. No doubt she’ll be gone by morning. Witches followthe call that guides them, never staying in one spot too long. We cross the clearing and enter the dense forest once more. The trees are quiet and still in this early morning hour.
“We could,” I tell her as I splay my arm against the back of the bench. She snuggles against me and lays her head on my shoulder. A warmth spreads through my chest at her trusting and intimate contact. It’s more than a monster like me could have ever dreamed of, to earn the companionship of a woman like her. “But I thought we might travel.”
“Travel?” She looks up at me from beneath thick blonde lashes. Her blue eyes glimmer with excitement. “And leave the forest?”
“I was tied here by a curse. A punishment for crimes I committed lifetimes ago.” Now is not the time for the entire story. One day I will tell her, but right now, she needs to get home, get cleaned up, and get some sleep. “But a change has happened. I can feel it floating on the wind. Justice has been served and my shackles have been removed.” I turn to cup her face with my free hand and place a chaste kiss on her temple. “You have set me free, my love.”
“I didn’t do anything, though,” she whispers against the stiff collar of my coat. “I’m just me.”
“And to me, you are everything,” I tell her before tilting her head and capturing her lips with mine. I don’t deepen this kiss. I need her to know I love her soul, not just her tight little virgin cunt. “Maybe we will go somewhere warm. The beach?” I ask as I sit back up.
“Ugh,” She makes a sound of utter disgust. “Sharks are disgusting monster creatures.”
“I thought you liked monsters?” I cock a brow at her.
Her smile is intoxicating. I can’t stop the small tick of the corners of my lips. She’s… fun. I have fun with her. I can’t remember the last time I felt so at ease, so relaxed, around another. The urge to wrap her up and never let her go is sostrong that I can barely contain myself. I want to sink myself into every inch of her—my teeth into her neck, my talons into her flesh, my cocks into her warmth… She’s my sweetest reward for centuries of solitude and servitude.
“Stop the sleigh,” she suddenly declares. Her tone is clipped.
Did I do something wrong?
My heart travels to my throat, and I try to swallow down my discomfort. I’ve waited lifetimes for her. I am never letting her go. She can run, she can fight, she can protest the entire fucking way, but she is my mate and I intend to claim her tonight… one way or another.
“What the hell are you doing?” I growl in desperation as I watch her plump ass jiggle when she jumps from the sleigh.
“I’m sick of waiting,” she says as she pulls her blood-soaked sweater over her head. Tossing the fabric to the ground, I watch as her blonde hair cascades down her bare shoulders in shimmering waves. She’s so stunning it hurts me not to be touching her. “You’ve been teasing me for days, Daddy.” Her hands slide behind her back as she unclips her bra and lets her beautiful breasts bounce free. A low growl rumbles through my chest. “If you’re too much of a gentleman to fuck me, then maybe your monstrous side can be tempted into taking me.”
Her fingers slide along the hem of her panties, teasing me, taunting me. My naughty, naughty little girl. I shift uncomfortably as my cock strains against the seam of my pants. Beneath the surface of my skin, the monster within is desperate to be set loose on my pretty prey.
“Don’t tempt a monster, pretty girl. Not unless you’re willing to risk getting hurt,” I warn as my claws extend from my fingers, the sharp points gleaming in the moonlight.
“Maybe I want the pain.”