Page 125 of My Monster’s Keeper

“Shit!” I spit out the human curse and hold her head for a moment, blind with the sweet torment. I let her up and tug her off my cock. I’d love to find completion in her mouth, but I need to be inside her.

With my urging, she climbs up into my lap and straddles me. Her mouth presses against mine, and I feel the coldness she’s suffered from taking me. I kiss her, breathing fire into her.

She cries out and grinds her soppy cunt against my icy cock. I hiss and break the kiss.

I touch the burn on her neck, and the necklace appears again. This time, I direct the tiny threads of frost, teasing her hard nipples and chasing it with lines of fire. She pants and cries out, drenching me. I keep going, exploring every part of her body.

Ice and fire chasing each other across the surface of her skin until I feel like I could burst. She lifts up, almost delirious, and I smirk at her.

I reach between us and stroke my wet cock. She whimpers, and her hips jerk towards me.

“Please, Frost, I need it.”

I peer down at her with a frown. “You don’t beg me. Anything you want, you demand,” I say gently, and then I line my cock up, grip her hips, and gently guide her down onto me.

She is fire and velvet warmth. She’s wet and tight. It’s my undoing. I will never, ever be the same, and I know it in this moment. Something that was missing is here in this woman that is in my arms.

I snarl and shift the air, moving us into a standing position. She moans piteously and wraps her arms around my neck. I turn my lips to hers, tasting myself on her.

I tear my mouth away and open my eyes to see a pillar of ice. I move towards it blindly.

The words that come out of my mouth are impossible to say in a human tongue, they can only partially be heard by the human ear, but still, I chant them. I whisper and shout them as I thrust into her.

She moans and thrashes her head from side to side.

I continue to chant, barely able to hold on. The fire inside me is hotter than it’s ever been. The ice is colder. It’s burning me alive. I slam up into her, chasing closer to my release.

I whisper the last word of the chant and seal our lips together. Fire explodes out of the pillar, wrapping around us both.

Becks screams, her body tightening, clamping down on mine in this impossible lock. I howl as I force myself up into her, deeper than I’ve been yet, and stay there, emptying myself into her.

It takes a while, but she looks up at me with a lazy smile.

“That was amazing.”

I kiss her cheek and murmur to her.

“What was that?”

“I said, I love you,” I say. “I love you, my heart, my soul, my home.”

She leans forward and kisses me. “I love you, too, Frost.” She suddenly twists in my arms, peering over my shoulder.

“There was a block and ice there, wasn’t there?”

“There was.”

I carefully lift her off my cock, regretting it the moment we’re parted.

She pads to the spot where the pillar was, and I inhale harshly. On her back in a beautiful frosted design are two tattoos of icy wings.

I close my eyes. I don’t have to tell her right now that I married her in the way of my people, do I?

“Yes, you do,” Wilder growls.

I glare at the Lord of the Hunt and catch a flicker of alarm from Becks.

She turns in a circle, peering over her shoulder, and then reaches out and snags something long and blond. “Why is my hair floating and five feet long?”