Page 7 of Frost
I do as he demands, bringing one hand to the cock currently in my mouth, while my other falls to the second throbbing length. It takes a moment, but eventually, I figure out a rhythm between my two hands and my mouth. I grind my desperate core against nothing, seeking relief. I’ve never really been interested in sex, not wanting to be someone’s sad pity fuck, but right now, with the way I’m burning with need, I’d probably let this wild monster do anything he wanted to me.
“That’s it. Just like that. Such a good girl.” His praise spurs me on, urging me to continue.
I take him deeper until the tip reaches the back of my throat. I gag and splutter, saliva and tears running down my face. There’s a bulge at the top of his base that is swollen, pulsing. It smothers me further each time I take him deeply. I try to breathe through it, forcing more saliva to drip from the corners of my lips. His talon reaches up and strokes the wetness covering my cheeks.
“Such a beautiful little mess,” he coos as he stares down at me, trying desperately to please him. “Are you going to let me cover you in my cum,fegrð?”
I can’t answer him, all I can do is moan in agreement. Apparently, it’s enough for him, though. With a rough jerk on my ponytail, he pulls me off him and holds me in place. I’m on my knees, between his parted legs, staring up at the beautiful monster above me.
“Fucking take it,” he growls as he brings his giant hand up to both his cocks and strokes them both in tandem. The swollen knot at the top seems to grow even larger as he uses his hand to pump his dicks.
Once. Twice. Then he erupts. With a guttural growl, he unloads on me. Rope after rope of icy cold cum squirts all over myface, neck, and chest. It hits my exposed skin like frozen rain. Except, it smells just like candy canes—sweet as peppermint. I close my eyes, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue, letting his release coat my taste buds. When he finally finishes, his grip on my hair loosens, and I slump forward slightly. I retract my tongue, close my mouth, and swallow him down. He tastes delicious. I immediately want more.
When I open my eyes, I see he’s staring down at me. His chest rises and falls rapidly. There’s something about the look on his face—worry, desperation, need… I can’t tell what it is but it worries me. I slip my tongue from between my lips and lick up more of his delicious cum. I hum in delight as I taste it. He smiles slightly at that.
“Mine,” he whispers as he pushes some of my flyaway strands of hair out of my face.
“If you need me, Snow Angel, run to the woods. I will always come for you in the woods. Remember that,” he says before he releases me. Then the world fades to black.
FIVE
ELISA
My head pounding is the first sensation I register. Throbbing, aching pain. I try to open my eyes, but the light hitting them immediately sends me spiraling. Acid burns my esophagus as a wave of nausea rolls through me.
What the hell happened to me?
I think back through everything—I was on the plane, nervous, I took some meds… then everything went black.Shit. I wonder how much time I lost? I’m definitely not on the plane anymore. Where the hell am I?
And then there was that dream. What the fuck was that dream? I can almost still taste candy canes from his— Nope. Not going there. Weird as shit monster sex dreams do not need to be rehashed. I’ll just go ahead and bury that deep down in my subconscious and pretend like it never happened.
Slowly, with excruciating energy, I peel my eyelids open. The light is blinding. It must be morning… Have I really been out for almost twenty-four hours? I blink away the pain, trying to focus my sight.
I’m in a cabin. A very basic little room in a cabin. Four wooden walls, one small window with no curtains, a worn wooden floor, a small white dresser, a small picture I can’t make out in a golden frame on the far wall, and the bed I’m currently lying in. That’s it. And a door. That’s everything. I don’t even see my luggage.
Fear and panic immediately twist in my gut. I don’t even have my carry-on. I need my pills, my phone, my passport. What the fuck am I going to do? I suddenly feel the walls of the small room closing in, as if it will get so tight in here I won’t be able to take a full breath. My lungs tighten, my throat starts to close, my palms sweat.
And then there’s a knock at the door.
“Are you awake yet?” a man calls from the other side.
A man? What happened? I was supposed to be meeting Anna, a female student in Oslo, and staying with her. That deep voice doesn’t sound like an Anna, and this cabin doesn’t scream Oslo dorm.
Another knock. This time firmer.
I jump. The aggressive noise sends my nerves skittering. I leap from the bed and cross the room in a few steps. Hesitantly, my hand reaches for the brass knob. No locks. Something about that makes me even more nervous. With shaking fingers, I grip the knob and turn slowly. Pulling the door back just a few inches, I peek through the crack.
“Hello?” I whisper tentatively.
On the other side is a man. I’d guess he’s in his mid-twenties. He’s tall and muscular but in an athletic, not bulky way. A strong square jaw, free of stubble, and high cheekbones give him anattractive edge. He has pale blonde hair that has been styled back away from his face. Full lips are spread into a small smile that shows his white teeth. All of him is well-groomed, attractive, and appealing. But his eyes are dark. Something sinister gleams in his irises.
I recoil slightly.
“Good morning,” he greets. His tone seems kind. Maybe I’m just out of sorts because of the whole blacking out thing.
“Morning,” I offer as politely as possible. It comes out rough due to my dry throat. “You’re not Anna?”
It’s a stupid question, I realize. This Scandinavian male stereotype is certainly not Anna. But everything still feels fuzzy, as if my mind is wading through quicksand. Luckily, he smiles, a silent chuckle shaking his muscular chest.