Page 5 of Frost
He’s tall, not as tall as me, of course, but for a human, he’slarge. He has an angular face and dark eyes. His pale skin is pristine and his square jaw is free of hair. If I were to guess, I’d say he’s most likely in his twenties, but I’ve never been good at assessing human ages. However old he is, he stinks of wickedness. I’m going to enjoy feasting on his flesh.
“You got it, boss,” the other, smaller male says as he hoists the girl he’s holding off his shoulder and throws her onto the bed.
She’s a pretty thing. Blonde, fair, with pouty pink lips. My cock twitches thinking about those lips wrapped around my cocks, tears and spit streaming down her cheeks and landing on her ample breasts.
Mine. The all-consuming urge to possess, to claim, hits me hard and fast. I haven’t wanted a human woman in a very, very long time. But there’s something about this little Snow Angel that has me pulsing with need.
The two men loom over her passed-out form, leering at her. The way they’re looking at her has my rage building. The temperature drops and more ice coats the glass in front of me. I want to rush in there and rip them limb from limb, but I need proof of their evil first.
It’s my gift and my curse—bound to the Winter in an eternity of frozen solitude. I am the keeper of the cold and deliverer of justice for the wicked of the world. But everything in nature requires balance. I may have a frozen heart, but that does not mean I am unfair.
“So, uh, do I get to you know, test out the goods this time?” the smaller of the two asks. I can see the way his pants tighten as his cock thickens.
If he lays a hand on my sweet little sleeping snow queen, I will strangle him with his own intestines.
“Not this time, she’s going to be my little Christmas present to myself.” His smirk is sinister, pure evil. My talons elongate and my muscles groan just at the sight. The monster inside is itchingto be unleashed.
Most of the time I’m Father Winter—human-looking enough to pass through the world without anyone chancing a second glance. My chestnut beard and warm eyes are soft and trustworthy enough to make others nod and smile as they pass me by. I welcome the winter to the world in the cycle of life that nature demands. But simmering beneath the surface is my true form, my monstrous other, Jack Frost—a demon made of ice and blood. Not only do I welcome winter, I purge the earth of that which has been rotting the woods for the last year. And this motherfucker in front of me is certainly rotten.
“I paid a pretty penny for this little virgin, and I intend to have that ripe blood staining my cock on Christmas morning,” the taller one states, his dark eyes alight with lust.
Virgin. She’s a virgin?Gods damn. My monster cocks would tear her apart. Her warm blood mixing with my frigid cum inside that tight little pussy—fuck yes. Just the thought has my beastly appendages thickening in my pants.
She stirs slightly, a sweet little whimper slipping from between her pretty pink lips. The sound makes my cocks jerk. I wonder if she’d whine like that for me as I slowly shoved inside her. Would her pussy welcome me, or would it try to fight the intrusion?Fuck, I hope she’d fight me.
“She waking up?” the smaller man asks. He almost looks nervous, as if a conscious woman scares him. This motherfucker has more to fear than her. He’s got a seven-foot demon of the winter who’s ready to feast on his entrails.
“Nah, she’ll be out for hours still,” the taller male says as he gently, almost lovingly, pushes a lock of hair from her face.
“You want me to tie her to the bed, Hans?” the smaller one asks.
Hans. That must be this asshole’s name. It’s clear that he’s one of the leaders, if not the ringleader, of the ones responsible forkidnapping and murdering women in my woods. A quick search of the area around the cabin had revealed a collection of bodies in the ground, all in various stages of decomposition. All women. All beautiful.
He might think he’s theFenrisúlfr, but he’s about to learn that there’s only one real monster in these woods.
“Not this time,” he states before running his thumb across her lower lip lightly. I barely stop the low growl that wants to rumble from my chest. “Not like she could get away out here anyway. Drink before you go?”
The smaller man nods in agreement and they leave the room,turning off the light and closing the door as they go.
The girl on the bed twists uncomfortably, and her face contorts into something scared. She must be having a nightmare. My cocks throb at the thought. I do love a good nightmare.
Enjoy your drink tonight, Hans, for it might very well be your last. As much as I’d love to slaughter you tonight, it looks like I have better plans.
FOUR
ELISA
I’m cold. I’msodamn cold. My fingers feel like ice. I wrap my arms around myself but it doesn’t help. I glance around and find myself so confused. It’s late, dark and still, and the full moon hangs high overhead, bathing the ground in a pale glow. I’m in the woods. How did I get into the woods?
This must be a dream.
But I thought you could only dream of things you’ve already seen? I think I heard that once somewhere. But I definitely haven’t seen this place before. These woods seem like something out of a movie—glistening white snow, dark and twisted branches, a clear night sky overhead. I can make out all of the stars up above, definitely nothing like this in the city. And the silence here. It’s… serene. Not the creepy type of silence where you know something’s going to sneak up on you. No, this is thetype of stillness that lets you know that the world is calm, at peace.
Where the hell am I?
I take a step forward, my feet crunching in the stiff snow. The sound seems to echo off the barren branches surrounding me. I’m in some type of clearing in the woods. But there are no tracks in front of or behind me. It’s like I closed my eyes on the airplane and then suddenly just appeared here. Maybe the plane crashed and I’m dead. If this is Heaven, then I’m okay with this. It seems quiet and secluded. I could spend an eternity in this type of solitude and serenity. Maybe with a fuzzy blanket, though; it’s cold as shit out here.
I take a few more steps around the clearing, breathing deeply and letting the fresh air fill my lungs. It’s so… open out here. It feels like freedom.