Page 132 of My Monster’s Keeper

“We are not wolves or dogs.” He snarls. “A pack is a ridiculous name. We are clearly a murder of Shadows.”

“Not a clowder?” I tease.

Stix curls his lip. “Obviously we’re neglecting you, if you can still speak coherently. Frost, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Mmm.” Frost circles around to take Stix’s spot, and, with a gentle push, I drop suddenly to the height of his cock.

“This just doesn’t seem fair,” I whine.

“Figure out how to use your shadows, and you can do it, too,” Stix says and straddles my chest.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck your tits and leave my cum all over your face, marking you as mine. Then when Frost has finished fucking you senseless, I’m going to fuck your cunt, too.”

“Oh, is that all?” I snigger.

He slaps at my breast. I yelp. He hits the other and then scoops them up and massages them, teasing my nipples.

I arch up, trying to push myself into him. “More.”

“So greedy,” Stix growls.

Frost slams into me, the cold a shock that tears a cry from me. He keeps going, and then heat hits me, almost burning as the duel sensations mix and fight for supremacy.

Stix sits up and spits on his cock. I watch in awe as he grips my breasts and slides his cock between them. Pre-cum beads on the tip and spreads down his shaft and over my breasts with every thrust. He teases my breasts, pulling my nipples until I’m blind.

Frost continues to fuck me, slowly, mercilessly, getting my insides so cold it feels like I’m burning and then heating me until it seers me.

“Frost!” I beg.

“You love it,” Frost purrs. “If you don’t, tell me to stop, and it ends right here and now.”

“I love it, I, oh, please. Fuck!” I cry out. An unexpected orgasm sweeps through me, shaking me to my bones. I fall back, sweating, limp, and delirious.

“That’s a girl, that's it. I just need one more,” Frost purrs.

He shifts form. I know because we suddenly rise up, and the air fills with his floating hair.

When he shoves back in, I can feel something protruding from his cock, too, stretching me until I’m a sobbing mess.

“Frost, Frost.” All I can do is say his name as he throws me into another orgasm.

Stix sprays my face with his hot cum. I moan and open my mouth, licking my lips as he continues to spurt. His dark eyes gleam. I’m sticky and covered in cum. I smell like my guys and sex, and there is a floral and spicy scent in the air that confuses me.

Heat builds under my skin. Hotter and hotter.

He gets off me and steps close to my face. He reaches out and carefully cleans my face with his fingers, feeding them to me one at a time until his fingers are clean.

He steps back, and I look up at Frost. As soon as our eyes meet, I feel something deep inside me rip open. It’s not painful or new, it’s just more awareness and strength. I lift my hand as he leans over me, cupping his cheek. My fingers are tipped in black talons, but I don’t even care.

He grunts, his eyes completely blacked out. “Mine.” He murmurs those words again, and I almost smile.

Almost. I wrap my legs around him and roll my hips to meet him. We are so in sync that we don’t need words. I can hear him in my mind.

As soon as he gets close, I’m thrown over the edge. I cling to him, weeping as heat floods me. I feel like I’m on fire. Like I’m freezing. I feel alive. More than I ever have.

Frost kisses my face all over. Murmuring in his language. My brain translates. My love. My life. My world. My existence. You are perfect. You are bliss. You are mine.