Chapter 7
SEVEN
JACK
My little Snow Angel seems to be panicking.
I’m not entirely sure what it is that set her off, but she shot from the door like a hare out of a snare.
I let out a huff of annoyance as I watch her flee.
Every instinct inside of me is screaming at me to chase her, hunt her, take her, breed her.
Why did she have to run? I’m a predator for fuck’s sake, and predators love the chase.
I can almost taste how delicious she’d be if I ran her down and captured her.
She’d look absolutely delectable, tear-streaked and begging beneath me.
I picture my monstrous talons digging into the soft flesh of her plush hips as I thrust inside her.
I wonder if the snow beneath her would stain with her virgin blood?
Shit. Now I’m hard.
What the fuck is it about this girl that has me acting like a wild beast–feral and ready to claim her without any care for the consequences?
Crystals of frost have formed along the windows of the small cabin.
I couldn’t help it–watching her read about me, learn about me, study me with the same ferocious need for more that I feel for her had all my blood rushing straight to the area between my thighs.
I couldn’t help but freeze the world around her with my excitement.
I’m going to have to get my urges under control or I’ll turn the girl into a human popsicle before I even get the chance to fuck her.
Maybe that’s why she ran.
I need a different approach. If I hunt her down in my monstrous form and take her, she’ll be terrified of me.
And, as much as I want her fear and submission, for some reason, I also seem to want to comfort her.
I’ve never comforted another creature before.
I am a fucking beast, not a teddy bear. And yet, something deep inside of me craves her power just as much as I crave her submission.
I’ve never felt that way about a fuck before.
What is this tiny little human doing to me?
I will down the beast, which is exceptionally difficult in this moment, and replace my mask.
The monster is who I am–who I truly am. But monsters are not welcome in the world of men.
Faeir is seen as safe. When I wear the mask the humans never spare me a second glance, accepting me as one of them.
Maybe that’s what my little angel needs right now—a daddy to take care of her.
The thought of it sends a warm bolt of pleasure through me as I take off after my prey.
My feet sink into the soft powder more easily than in my beastly form but I still manage to move swiftly across the clearing and into the trees beyond.
Her tracks are not difficult to follow, and while she’s clearly in fight or flight mode, her stride is much smaller than mine.
In nearly no time, I have caught up enough to hear her panicked breathing as she crashes through the woods.
She’s clearly not used to being chased. I’ll have to teach her to be more stealthy so our games last longer in the future.
I continue on until I catch sight of her ahead.
The blue of her ridiculous outfit is a stark contrast to the white and green of the world around us.
I duck behind a tree, peeking out just in time to see her flushed face turn and look behind her.
The look of terror in her eyes is exquisite.
The way her cheeks have stained red, her pouty lips open, her full chest heaving—she’s a fucking vision.
My cock throbs painfully in my pants. I want this girl. I want her beyond reason, beyond sanity, beyond any creature I’ve ever wanted before. I want to devour her, consume her, claim her.
This tiny little human is meant to be mine.
A twig snaps somewhere off in the distance.
A small noise, possibly a rabbit or another small animal, but the noise is enough to send my little prey running again.
She takes off through the cold and snow as fast as she can but she’s slowing, clearly becoming tired.
I take the opportunity to run off to the East, far enough away that she won’t notice me overtaking her, then doubling back for her to ‘stumble upon.’ Once I place myself in her path, I bend down and pretend to be fashioning a trap.
I can hear each footfall as she approaches.
The shoes she’s wearing are completely inappropriate for this weather.
She doesn’t even have a fucking coat. I need to ensnare her and convince her to go back inside.
As much as I hate letting her be anywhere near that vile male, I also can’t let her freeze out here.
She’s so close now I can scent her. She smells sweet, like something I’d like to eat.
“What the—” She gasps as she nearly runs right into me.
I look up at her, doing my best to look surprised. I smile down a smirk as her worried gaze flicks to mine and her shoulders sink as though relaxing. Good. I need her to let her guard down and let me in.
“Who are you?” she asks between panting breaths. I can tell her breasts are probably heaving beneath the confines of that tight little dress but I stop myself from staring… barely.
“I could ask you the same question,” I counter as she stares down at me. I liked it better when she was on her knees for me, when she thought it was just a dream. I shouldn’t have played with her dreams but I couldn’t stop myself. The need I feel for this girl is unreasonable.
“Elisa,” she whispers as her cheeks turn a shade of pink that has my cock thickening painfully.
“Elisa,” I repeat. The name rolls around on my tongue. I like how it sounds. It’s perfect, just like she is.
She nods slightly in agreement. She has the prettiest blue eyes, they sparkle in the bright light of the day.
“What are you doing out here, Elisa? Alone and without even a coat or shoes?” I ask as she shivers. My girl must be freezing. I’m tempted to take my coat off and give it to her. Would that be too forward?
“I—I’m staying in a cabin, over that way,” she points in the wrong direction. She’d be hopeless out here without me. Something about that warms my core. She needs me.
“And you decided to go for a run?” I feign ignorance. “In socks?” Her face contorts into feisty annoyance. It’s cute. I like her fire.
“I just… I got freaked…” She stumbles over her words, and I immediately regret pushing her. She’s already uncomfortable enough.
Why do I care if this human is nervous? I’m a monster, I fucking feed on fear.
What is she doing to me?
“Hey.” I rise to my full human height and dust the snow off my gloved hands. “Everything’s alright, okay? We just need to get you out of the cold before you freeze.”
“Can you help— I meant to say— I need to get home.” She stumbles over her words as her teeth chatter.
She wraps her arms around herself, so I give in and slide the coat off my back and wrap it around her shoulders.
She immediately snuggles into it. Seeing her in my clothes, savoring my warmth, causes something primal to roar to life inside of me.
I want to protect this fragile little creature, claim her, keep her.
“Peppermint,” she mumbles as she burrows her face into the fur lining.
My cock twitches in my pants, knowing she’s thinking about how I tasted. I want to pump her full of my cum, fill all her tight little holes until it’s oozing from every one of her orifices.
“Can you help me get back to Oslo?” she asks with hope.
The thought of her leaving these woods, leaving me, has the monster within clamoring to be unleashed. I could so easily throw her over my shoulder and force her back to my home, tie her down, and breed her. But we will do this the nice way.
“Please?” Her sweet pleas pull me from my fantasies.
“I’m sorry, little Angel.” I lean forward to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. “I don’t have a snowmobile.”
She tilts her head to look at me inquisitively before looking around at the forest. “You live here all the time then?” she finally asks.
“I do.” I nod my head.
“It must be very peaceful. It’s very pretty here,” she remarks, and I feel a glimmer of hope unfurl in my chest. Maybe she’d like to stay.
“Where you’re from isn’t like this?” I find myself desperate to know more about her, to get under her skin and into her mind.
“Not at all.” Her voice is breathy as she takes in the snow-speckled evergreens. “I wish I had my camera.”
She’s talking to me, yet she’s not. Her mind has gone somewhere else and I’m desperate to see the world as she sees it in this moment.
“And yet you want to leave?” I ask.
The question seems to pull her from her thoughts.
“I should probably get back,” she states with a look around.
I hate to let her leave but she’s not dressed for the cold, and it’s not like I can bring her to my house, can I?
The thought of her sugar and cinnamon scent filling the empty spaces of my cabin fills me with a rush of excitement.
She’d look perfect in my kitchen, wearing an apron and nothing else.
I could spread her out on the table and…
Nope, can’t let my mind wander there or it’ll be impossible to ignore my throbbing cock.
I watch as she begins to walk back towards the way she came.
“Don’t you want you catching a cold out here, litill snaer.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she calls over her shoulder.
I’m sure she’s just being smart but the way she says Daddy has the monster in me damn near shattering my human disguise.
The urge to throw her to the ground and spank her, show her what happens when you sass Daddy, is almost too strong to ignore.
That round ass would look delicious, all ripe and red for me.
I bet she’d take both my monster cocks like a good girl.
We trudge back through the woods in a comfortable silence.
Her wide blue eyes take in everything around us.
Wisps of her pale hair dance in the slight breeze.
She’s a stunning creature. But it’s her curiosity that truly captivates me.
She asks the names of various things as we walk, repeating the Norse words with interest. As we walk closer to the cabin, a familiar noise pricks at my ears.
I let out a long sigh, knowing our peaceful time is about to come to an end.
The snowmobile appears as we leave the cover of the trees and enter the open clearing. A single rider sits on the seat. He sees us and rides straight for us.
“That’s Hans,” she tells me. She doesn’t sound pleased. “Part of the foreign exchange family I’m staying with. The rest are coming later this week.”
A convenient story to get her alone and trusting. Too bad for him, my girl’s not dumb. I see the way her body language shifts as he gets closer. She doesn’t trust him. Smart girl.
“Elisa!” he calls as he comes to a stop in front of us and vaults from his vehicle. “What the hell are you doing? Who the fuck is this?”
His tone is aggressive. I clench my jaw in frustration. I can’t lose control—not yet. Not with her right here.
“I went for a walk. My friend—”
She looks to me, waiting for my name. A devious idea crosses my mind.
“You can keep calling me Daddy, sweetheart,” I tell her as my fingers reach out and cup her face. I stroke my thumb across her plump lower lip, her mouth flung open in surprise at my forwardness.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, dude,” Hans declares, taking a step forward.
Did this idiot just call a centuries-old god of frost and snow, a demon of the winter woods, a monster of ice and blood, a dude?
“But you need to leave our property,” he finishes as he grips Elisa’s arm and jerks her roughly towards him.
She sucks in a sharp breath, like he hurt her. I can’t stop the growl that escapes from me as I take a step towards them. No one, and I mean no one, lays a fucking finger on my girl.
“It’s okay,” Elisa reassures me with a small nod.
She slides out of my coat and tries to hand it back to me but I shake my head. “I like how you look in my clothes, Snow Angel.”
She blushes and smiles before Hans drags her to the snowmobile. I watch as they drive back to the cabin and head inside. My chest feels as though it may very well cave in as I watch the door close behind her.
“You can’t leave him alone long with your mate, Faeir,” the hag states as she comes to stand behind me.
I’d felt the eyes of the witch watching this afternoon.
I’d seen her crow sitting among the branches.
But even so, her presence is startling. It’s rare for anything to be able to sneak up on me.
What she wants right now is beyond me. Usually, witches come and go quickly, moving on to the next house in search of what they seek. She must be after something here.
“What is it you want, Volva?” I ask her in annoyance. I have enough to deal with right now without a witch putting her nose in my business.
“I have been called here, Faeir Vetr. I do not question the call.”
Whatever the hell that means.
“You need to claim your mate, Faeir. That man means to harm her,” she informs me as if I don’t already know this.
And then her words hit me.
“Mate?” I swing towards the witch, my eyes wide.
A human mate? My mate? It would explain the intensity of how I feel for her. But could it really be? After all this time?
“Don’t let your rage blind you to your fate, Jokul,” she chuckles as her form begins to thin. Like smoke in the wind, she slowly fades and then floats away, the sound of her laughter lingering on the frosty air.
Fucking witches.