Page 6 of Frost
“I’m glad you like it, Snow Angel,” a deep voice speaks from behind me.
I’m so startled that I jump. I spin while also trying to back up, my feet tripping over themselves and sending me tumbling to the ground. My ass hits the frozen ground with a thump. My brain rattles around in my skull and my vision momentarily goes black. I blink a few times, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing.
“Stay the fuck away from me!” My voice comes out panicked as I scramble across the frozen ground.
Across the clearing is what can only be described as a monster. He’s huge—at least seven feet tall, if not taller, with shoulders that can barely fit between the trunks of the trees. Horns lift from his head, rising from beneath his long hair and curling back away from his face. He has long legs and equally long arms. Each finger is tipped with a razor-sharp talon. His proportions are completely inhumane. His skin is a deep shade of blue that almost matches the sky. But it’s his face that is truly horrific.Long, sharpened teeth hang from between his thick lips, glinting in the bright moonlight. Solid onyx eyes seem to see nothing and everything behind dark, thick lashes. My eyes roam from his face down his chiseled chest, dusted with pale white hair, and then lower. Between his massive thighs is a truly monstrous dick… well, dicks. Two long, throbbing, twisted members standing fully erect and pointing straight at me. My core clenches at the sight. They’re horrific, and yet, I can’t seem to stop my thighs from rubbing together to alleviate the growing need I’m feeling.
The sound of a sharp sniff breaks the trance I’m under and my eyes fly back to his face. His nostrils flare as if he’s smelling something on the wind.
“Fuck, Snow Angel, your desire for me smells fucking delicious,” he growls as his glowing black eyes hone in on me.
His cocks twitch.
I don’t think.
I just run.
The cold air whips past my face as I tumble and stumble across the uneven terrain, trying my best to get as much distance as I can between myself and thatthing.
“You can run, love, but when I catch you, I will make you pay for it,” his rich, deep timbre calls out from behind me.
Fear courses through my veins—fear and adrenaline. Because, as much as I hate to admit it, this is the most alive that I’ve felt in… well, in a very long fucking time. Ever since the accident that took both my parents from me, I’ve been walking around like a ghost, a shell of the person I used to be. I go through the motions, do and say what I’m supposed to, but it’s as if I’m simultaneously here and not here. I’ve been lost in a sea of grief for far longer than I care to admit. But running from this beast, this monster, has me feeling alive, as if, in this moment, I’ve finally snapped out of the haze of trauma that’s been hanging around me for years. The cold in my lungs, the snow beneath myfeet, the scraggling branches pulling at the threads of my clothes—it all feels so real, even though rationally I know that I must be dreaming. There aren’t really double-dicked demons that chase young women through the woods, right?
The sound of the beast behind me, closing in, has me running faster. I pump my legs, push past the pain in my side as I try my best to escape. Damn, definitely should have worked out more recently.
“You are a feisty little thing. Such fight in you,” he growls as he closes in. Panic courses through me. I turn suddenly to the right, putting a tree between us just as his hand reaches out for me. He laughs, a full-bellied chuckle, as if any of this is fucking funny. “Clever too.”
My face is turning bitter from the cold but I don’t let it stop me. I can’t slow down. I don’t know what will happen to me if he catches me, but I have a feeling it won’t be good. The moonlight keeps the path well-lit as I leap over fallen branches and protruding roots. Somewhere overhead, a crow caws into the night sky. And that’s when I realize I can hear the crow… nothing else. The sound of thunderous feet chasing me through the snow has halted. He’s no longer pursuing me. Did he really give up?
Slowing to nearly a stop, I chance a glance over my shoulder. Nothing. There’s nothing behind me but empty, dark night. No monsters here. I should be glad, and yet, the way my stomach sinks slightly has me feeling very confused. I didn’t actually want thatthingto catch me, right? That would be foolish, dumb, ridiculous.
I’m so wrapped up in my own thoughts, I don’t notice he’s behind me until his hand wraps tightly around my ponytail. He twists his wrist, allowing the silken blonde strands to twirl around his thick fingers. His talons tangle in my hair and I cry out in horror. With a sharp snap of his hand, he pulls my headback. I cry out into the cold night as my skull stings in pain. My eyes collide with his as he hovers over me, his unearthly dark gaze glaring down at me.
“Caught you. And now, you’re mine.”
My fear returns full force. The sharp fangs hanging from his mouth could easily shred me, gut me, destroy me. I’ve spent so long being bitter and cynical about life, but now that I’m faced with the possibility of being torn to shreds, the truth is that I want to live. I want to fight for me.
“Please,” I whimper.
His mouth twists into a smirk, allowing me to see more of his vicious fangs. The hunger in his eyes as he looks at me has conflicting feelings growing inside me. Yes, there’s fear, but beneath that is something different, something warm and needy.
“Please what, pretty thing?” he asks as a giant black tongue slips from between his lips. The forked muscle runs along the column of my exposed throat, sending shivers down my spine.
“Pl–please don’t kill me,” I stutter as my teeth chatter. The cold is more intense now, as if the air is becoming more frigid the closer he gets to me.
He chuckles softly, his eyes assessing me. “I don’t intend to kill you,fegrð.”
He pulls back from me, standing to his full and very impressive height. With his grip on my hair, he shoves me down to my knees. I hit the ground with ahumpf. He pulls my hair back again, forcing me to look up at him from below. He walks around me, coming to stand in front of me. In this position, I am right at eye level with what hangs between his thighs. The two monstrous members are still impressively hard. Twisted blue skin runs in twirling ridges around each of the shafts. I can’t help but wonder how those ridges would feel rubbing against me. Each of his cocks hang independently between his thighs, but the base of each meets at the same point on hispelvis, disappearing into a patch of shimmering white hair. And hanging below them are three enormous balls. His sack looks full, heavy, thick. He smirks, and his cocks twitch as my eyes soak him in. A drop of creamy white beads at the tip. It looks like the cookie frosting I used to make with my mom when I was a kid. The urge to stick out my tongue and lick it up is so strong, but I hold back.
“No, I won’t kill you,” he says, drawing my attention up to his face. He looks feral, almost unhinged, as he licks his lips in anticipation. “I do intend to claim you, though. Tonight, you’re mine.”
I gasp, unable to help myself. He takes the opportunity to shove one of the swollen heads into my open mouth. Immediately, the taste hits me—sharp, spicy, sweet. He tastes like a candy cane. Against my better judgment, I hum in approval, allowing my lips to wrap around the dark blue cock. I swallow down the first taste of him. As soon as I do, something shifts, something changes. I’m no longer cold. No, in fact, I’m burning hot. My nipples ache, and my pussy throbs. My entire body feels consumed with desire. I want him. No, Ineedhim. My hips writhe on their own, seeking something to grind against. I’m absolutely desperate for more of his candy cane flavor.
“Fuck!” he hisses as I take him further into my mouth. “You feel so fucking good, human. And you want me now too, don’t you?” he taunts me as he holds me on his giant cock. I want to say no, but it would be a lie.
He tightens his grip on my hair, making my head throb. The pain causes tears to build along my lashline, but instead of making me want to pull away, I bob my head up and down, trying to take more of him. The twisted ridges of his length feel so good against my tongue. I run the tip against them to play with them. He sucks in a breath, telling me that he likes it. I do it again, and he growls. I can’t help the way my panties dampen atthe sound. I feel as though I’m on fire.
“Use your hands. Your mouth on one, your soft little fingers on the other,” he demands gruffly as he begins to thrust his hips.