Page 27 of Frost
“Are you going to let me rest at all?” I tease as he slides out of me and lifts me in his arms, carrying me bridal style back to the sleigh.
“Nope,” he says with a gleam of pure mischief in his dark eyes. “This year, you’re my Christmas feast.”
Pleasure rolls through my core because, truly, I can’t think of a better way to spend the holidays this year than stuffed full of my Monster Daddy’s candy cane cum. Merry Christmas to me indeed.
EPILOGUE
JACK
ONE YEAR LATER
The scent of human blood coats the air—thick, warm, metallic. As much as I’ve enjoyed my freedom in the last year, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed theMyrkviðr.I am a monster, and monsters need to be unleashed or they lose that which makes them monstrous. No one fears the shell of what was once a Hell being. No, what they truly fear is the threat of the white-hot fury. The curse which bound me here was once my burden, now it’s my pleasure.
“Pl—peass,” the man gurgles as blood spews from his mouth. Hard to enunciate without a tongue.
I take another bite out of the firm muscle I hold in my hand. Tongue is tough and chewy, absolutely not my favorite part of a human to consume, but I’m not truly eating this one, merely chewing. The meat shreds and tears between my razor-sharpteeth. Once thoroughly tenderized, I lean forward. His eyes widen in fear. Fuck me, that fear is absolutely delicious. My cocks jerk between my legs, hardening between my thighs as I savor the taste of his terror.Delectable.
“Please,”he whimpers below me. Pitiful, weak, sack of shit.
Then, using my claws to hollow his cheeks and force his mouth open, I spit the chewed-up muscle straight down his throat. He gags, trying to spit it back up out of his esophagus, but without his tongue, he’s unsure how to use his throat correctly. He begins to choke on it.
“That’s it, motherfucker,” I get right up in his face, so close he can see his own panic reflected back in the dark orbs of my eyes. “Feel how they felt when you choked the life out of them.”
He pauses his wild fight for life as he processes what I said. Father Winter hears all, sees all, knows all. And Jack fucking Frost comes for the wicked and the naughty.
The chewed-up tongue must have lodged lower in his throat because he’s currently gaping at me like a damn fool. His mouth flaps open and closed like a fish. He begins to turn blue—whether from the cold, the lack of oxygen, or both, I’m not sure. And I couldn’t care less, honestly, because it truly is a magnificent sight.
“Fuck.” I use one of my giant hands to stroke both my lengths in tandem. “Such a naughty boy, weren’t you?”
A small kernel of guilt pricks at the back of my mind. As much as I’m enjoying this, it doesn’t feel right without her.
So instead of jacking off, I simply sit and wait a few minutes. Agonizing minutes. My knot is so fucking swollen it hurts. Once he finally succumbs to death, I let his sad, shitty soul move on to an eternity of suffering. Ushering this asshole to the afterlife is a joy. Then, I head back out into the cold winter night.
The smell immediately hits me. I’m quite familiar with the wide variety of human stenches and this one is most foul. Vomit.
“Everything alright?” I ask as I approach the sleigh.
Elisa is bundled up beneath the blankets. Her pale cheeks are flushed slightly pink and the tip of her nose is red from the cold. My cocks twitch seeing her. The urge to throw her over my shoulder and fuck her in the blood of our prey is so strong, so primal, I can barely contain it. But something isn’t right here… Something is off.
“Just was a little stuffy in there.” She bristles slightly under the blanket, and I get a whiff of her. Cinnamon and sugar, but something fruity also. Something is off with my mate. “Needed some fresh air, is all.”
I hop up on the sled and stare at her for a moment. She smiles sweetly.
“Movie night?” she asks as if everything is fine and normal. I have half a mind to punish her—spank her and edge her—until she breaks and tells me what’s going on. But I’m choosing to trust my mate.
“Sounds nice.” I hit the reins and we speed off through the snow.
“This is absolutely preposterous!” I roar at the screen in front of me. “Litill snær,you have to get out here and see what they’re calling a snow monster in this silly film.”
She comes to stand in the entrance to the living room from down the hall, leaning against the wall with her hands tucked behind her back in a way that makes her nipples stand out against the thin material of her tiny little shirt. She knows what those little pajama sets do to me. Such a tease.
“Daddy, we’ve talked about this,” she laughs. “Disney movies are not supposed to be accurate. There are no singing women in ice castles either.”
“You don’t know that theVölvaisn’t out there singing anddancing around,” I snark as I watch the wildly ridiculous animated snowman monster chase the poor little reindeer. I am quite fond of the reindeer in this film.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her shifting her weight from foot to foot. She’s nervous. Her eyes burn a hole into the side of my head and I can hear the erratic pace of her heartbeat from here.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I finally ask without taking my eyes from the screen. I don’t want to spook her.