Page 40 of My Monster’s Keeper

Frost

T he new addition to our family has gained the name Song. Because, it turns out; he hates Diablos, which Puppy found hilarious, and between barks and growls, this fierce little sack of flesh sings his war song. Howling in loud, penetrating warbles. You can’t not hear him.

He talks to us. Chirping and yapping like he’s having a conversation that we’re a part of. For a creature that was left tied up in the backyard to guard a house of decaying corpses, he’s friendly and amazingly well-adjusted. And why the hell won’t he shut up?

He fits with us. I know it’s soon to say, but he’s another part of the puzzle that has allowed us to be in this realm with greater ease. The most fascinating thing happened three days after we adopted Song.

A cat came to the window and walked inside. I tracked its progress, intending to protect it from Puppy, but the midnight-coloured creature ignored all of us and went straight to the dog and curled up with him. Puppy, who loves Song, could no sooner hurt it than he could hurt Becks.

So, we adopted a dog, and our dog brought home a cat, and now we’re this family unit? I think?

My throat gets tight whenever I think about it too hard. I don’t belong here. I was thrown away into the wilds. I’m a loner.

The cat that Becks has fallen in love with despite Puppy’s protests has been named Her Highness Saucycat, Pitch.

Night. Blackhole with a blackhole. Asshole or Grim Bait, depending on who you talk to in the house.

I’m going with HRH Saucycat or Sauce for short.

It seems to be constantly making this grumbling sound, except when it meows.

I find it fascinating and notice it tends to follow me and Wilder around the house often.

“Are you hiding?” Becks asks and plops down on the window seat beside me.

“Little bit. ”

“Diablos rang.” She reaches out and takes one of my hands in hers. Immediately, I have to focus on not freezing her delicate skin.

“What did he want?”

“He said he’s getting alarmed by what he’s hearing and what we keep finding. He says that it’s happening too often. We’re being called to a meeting tomorrow with other teams, where he will discuss at length the issues and what’s going on.”

Her thumb brushes the inside of my palm. I shiver and go still, focused only on that touch. All the words and conversation fall away.

“Frost?”

I blink and find her staring at me. Her smile isn’t innocent, it’s seductive, it’s knowing. She leans towards me, holding there, hesitating, waiting for me to bridge the gap.

I can’t resist her any longer.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say before our lips touch.

“So stop hurting me and take me,” she whispers back. “Make love to me, fuck me, mark and mate me. Whatever you want to call it, Frost, but I need you.”

Fuck!

I breathe ice into her and then fire. She answers with a warm tongue curling around mine. I’ve never before done this, anything like this. I grip the back of her neck, holding her still, while I shuffle closer to her.

She murmurs something into my lips and wraps her arms around me. My determination, my willpower, melts. I breathe her in and exhale me into her.

The air around us freezes and melts, over and over. She whimpers, and I rip my head back, searching for any sign of pain, but she pulls me back to her.

“Does it hurt?” I growl.

“So good,” she murmurs.

I’m confused, but there’s no mistaking the way her fingers clench on my shoulders, pulling me down to her. She’s so soft and pliant everywhere. I've never felt anything like this before.

Her hands slide down my chest and tear at the shirt. As soon as her fingers touch my skin, I know I won’t stop unless she tells me to. Her fingers are both hot and cold, soft and firm. They leave my skin tingling with the memory of her passing. I had no idea I was this responsive.

Her eyes open, and there is a ring around them that is both new and strangely right on her. “You’re holding back, Frost. ”

I make a sound in the back of my throat. It’s the only answer that I have. I don’t want to explain.

“I can’t.”

“You can,” she says and steps back out of my reach. In view of the window, she slowly slides the straps of her sundress down her shoulders and lets the material pool on the floor.

She’s beautiful. I’ve seen her before. But not like this. Not on display for me, waiting for me.

My mouth waters, and the heat inside me burns me inside out. I growl, fighting it.

“Let go, Frost,” she murmurs.

I shake my head, but it’s too late. My nature rips through the veil I keep, and I’m standing there before her.

My white hair floats to my ankles behind me, twirling around the air.

I’m two feet taller, on my left hand, each of my fingers is tipped in a long silver talon that’s two inches long, the right has black tipped, if I were to look into the reflection, I would find pale white, almost blue-tinged skin, a most ethereally beautiful face with huge black eyes.

I am the pretty trap.

A beautiful demon.

Her mouth parts, and her eyes rove over my body slowly, taking me all in.

“I will kill you,” I say hoarsely.

“No, you won’t.”

I advance towards her, easily closing the distance in two of my giant strides. I snap my arm out, gripping her throat. A collar of ice wraps around her throat. Sliding icy tendrils down her chest.

She shivers and swallows hard, but the scent on the air isn’t fear. No, it’s lust.

I lift my other hand, dragging the black tipped talons down her face. She cries out as they leave long red marks.

“Do you think you can take this?” I whisper seductively. “Can you really take all of me?”

She reaches up, grasping the hand that’s around her throat. “Yes.”

I’m perplexed. I’ve never had anyone want me before. Not when they see my true nature. Fear me, loathe me, revile me, they never lust for me.

I try to remove my hand, but she grabs the other and slams it to her throat.

A burst of heat wraps around the ice around her throat and turns the ice to boiling water before it vanishes into steam .

She pants, her eyes wild.

I stare at the red burn on her throat in the shape of a snowflake. Her eyes rise, and we stare at each other.

“Stop being so scared, Frost. I’m not afraid.”

My control snaps, and I step towards her, my hair fanning out behind me. I grip her wrists and tug them upwards, lifting until she is hanging from my hold and our faces are level.

My temper sizzles out and then eases, but still, I turn, casting my eyes over the hallway around us. Ice snakes out, wrapping itself around the walls, the floor, and the window.

“No one sees you,” I say in a fierce whisper.

“Fine,” she agrees.

I sit down in midair, waving a hand so my clothes disappear, so I’m naked to her view. Her slow perusal of my body heats my blood, but when she gets to my blue-tipped cock, she pauses.

“May I?”

I incline my head, and she reaches out and carefully places her index finger against my cock.

“Cold,” she murmurs.

I gasp when she wraps her entire hand around me and then leans down to take me in her mouth. My eyes widen, and it’s all I can do not to buck up into her mouth and force her to take all of me. This is…divine.

“Becks,” I stutter out her name.

“So good,” she murmurs and does this thing with her tongue that makes my mind go blank.

I pant and reach down, sliding my fingers through her hair and then gripping it tight. She moans and laps at the underside of my cock before dipping down, engulfing me in the furnace of her throat.

“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?”

Okay, so, yes, I do need to explain that I got carried away losing my virginity to her and married her. Yeah, that’s going to go down well.

Frost, you’re an idiot.

“So, just don’t freak out,” I say in my most soothing voice.