Chapter 10
TEN
ELISA
My lungs burn and my skin sears from the pain of the cold, but I don’t stop.
I can’t stop. I stumble and stagger over each step, the drugs still coursing through my veins.
I’m not even sure what was real and what was the drugs fucking with my mind, but I do know that I need to get away.
My entire being is screaming with the need to get away, to get to safety, to put as much space as I can between me and Hans.
I should have known that the whole ‘my sister will join us later’ excuse was a lie.
What girl would sign up to host a foreign exchange student and then completely ignore her?
Not a girl’s girl, and I really can’t stand two-faced bitches. Real women stand up for other women.
Snow crunches beneath my feet as I run into the woods.
I know, I know, I already ran into the woods in a panic once this week but when I slipped down the hallway to the main room in order to try to find the snowmobile keys, I saw the chaos that was ensuing.
My vision was blurred, and the entire world spun as the drugs distorted everything.
I so badly just wanted to lie down and sleep but anything, anywhere would be safer than staying there.
I’d rather be eaten by wolves or freeze to death than be torn apart by a rapist and a blue ice monster.
Because seriously, what in the actual fuck?
Part of my mind tries to rationalize what I saw—it must have been the drugs Hans slipped me.
There’s no such thing as monsters. But a different part of me, a deep part of my soul, knows that’s a lie.
What I saw back at the cabin just now was the same thing I saw in my dream, the same thing I saw in the book.
Jokul Frosti.
Demon of snow and winter.
And apparently, my savior.
The man I met earlier today must have been him in disguise. How long has he been stalking me? Watching me? And more importantly–why? Why me?
Somewhere in the distance, a crow calls out into the empty night.
The sound ricochets off the trees around me, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts.
My pace slows and I take stock of my surroundings.
I have no idea where I am; I mean, I’m obviously somewhere in the woods but I can’t tell how far I’ve gone.
Have I put enough distance between myself and the cabin? Where do I go now?
The crow calls again. I spin to face the noise.
There’s nothing there. Darkness and empty night air. A cold sense of dread creeps across my pale skin.
I’m so distracted that I don’t hear the footsteps, I don’t sense the presence stalking me—not until it’s too late.
Thick fingers slide into my hair, grasping the strands and pulling me backwards until my back hits a giant wall of muscle.
Sharp talons scrape my scalp. I flail and kick but it’s no use.
He holds me firmly against him, every inch where our bodies connect feels like fire and ice.
My fight or flight response has kicked in, yet deep down, I’m relieved.
Better the monster you know than the monster you don’t.
Warm breath tickles against the shell of my ear as he leans in to talk to me.
“Don’t you know never to run from a predator, little Snow Angel?” My monster asks as his unholy tongue licks an achingly slow path up the column of my neck. My pulse pounds beneath my thin skin.
“And is that what you are? A predator?” I shouldn’t tempt the beast that has me clasped in his claws but I can’t seem to stop myself. “And I suppose I’m supposed to be the scared little bunny?”
A throaty laugh shakes his chest. “Such a smart fucking mouth.” He shoves me forward. My hands fly out to catch myself on the rough bark of the tree in front of me.
The bent forward position forces my ass out.
From this angle, I can feel his hardness pressed against me.
A sharp gasp leaves my lips as he rubs his aching lengths against my ass.
I attempt to push off the tree and stand but ice crystals form around my wrists and wrap around the tree until I’m securely shackled.
“What the hell?” I cry out as I attempt to break the ice cuffs off but it’s no use—I’m stuck.
“You know what smart ass girls who run from their mates get?” he asks as his large hands skim the length of my upper thighs.
My core clenches at the touch. I shouldn’t want this.
I just had a man attempt to assault me; I should be terrified and fighting.
But right now, I feel strangely powerful, as if this brutal monster would do anything I asked and be anything I need.
And that power is intoxicating. His fingers slide higher before flipping the bottom of my dress up and over my ass. The cold bites at my skin.
“Fuck, Angel,” he growls as his claws dig into the meat of my backside. “You’re gonna look so pretty covered in my marks and my cum.”
Before I have a chance to respond, a sharp snap cracks through the air. I register the sound before the pain. The spank stings across the frozen flesh of my backside.
“Ow!” I shriek and try to squirm away but I can’t, not with my hands bound to the tree. “What the hell?”
“There’s that smart mouth again,” he croons before a second spank lands against my other cheek.
This time he rubs against the burning skin, soothing the sting with a gentle touch. The pain suddenly morphs into something different… a need. My core pulses in a way that has me attempting to bite back a moan. I roll my hips, pushing my ass further into his hand, silently begging for more.
“Do you like that?” he asks as he pushes the hard lengths of his pulsing cocks up against me. I instantly clench at the feel of his hardness. “You like being my naughty little girl?”
His words are filthy, combined with the way he’s grinding against my most sensitive spots, I can’t help but moan and nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He growls at the nickname—a feral, wild sound. With two hands on my cheeks, he pulls me open. I whimper as the cold air touches my warm center.
“Fucking dripping, Snow Angel. Such a pretty pussy, my fegre.” I clench at the praise.
My entire body is on edge. I’m like a rubber band stretched to its limit—scared, alone, desperate, and needy—I’m not even sure what my body is aching for right now.
“Are you done being naughty now? Will you be a good girl and let me taste you?” he asks as his long, monstrous tongue skims the flesh of my thighs, leaving a warm, wet path across my skin.
“Yes,” I manage to choke out between heaving breaths. “Lick me, Faeir.”
His tongue dives between my parted folds and bliss rocks through me. His forked muscle slides from tip to hole at an achingly slow pace. I jerk at the contact, and he chuckles.
“You taste like cinnamon sugar,” he tells me before diving back in. He flicks my clit with his tongue and my knees nearly buckle. Pleasure begins building in my core.
And then he stops. His hands, his tongue, his touch all drop away. But only for a moment.
“Fuck, you’re delicious. My sweet, spicy, sexy mate, completely at my mercy,” he whispers from behind me.
He keeps calling me his mate and I have no idea what he means by that, but I’m not sure I hate it. I haven’t been anyone’s anything in a really long time. Before I can think too long on it, his fingers thread back through my hair, twisting my head up and bending my neck to an unnatural angle.
“There’s my good girl,” he praises as he lifts my head to show me his free hand. As if by magic, he twists his fingers and an icicle appears in his hand. Its clear shimmering surface is beautiful in the moonlight. “Would you like a present for being a good girl now?”
I’ve never thought of myself as a daddy kink kind of girl but something about this monster makes me want to be as wild as he is, to let myself be completely in the moment and just enjoy it without overthinking anything. So I allow myself the freedom to just let go and do what feels right.
“Yes, Daddy. Will you lick me more, please?” I whine as I rub myself up against him.
A sinister smirk pulls at his lips and a gleam appears in his eye. “Oh, you’ll get my tongue. But you’ll be taking this as well, pretty girl.” He holds up the icicle, which I now realize is shaped exactly like a cock.
My brain short-circuits. I open and close my mouth, trying to grasp words. Did he just say he’s going to put that in—
“Relax, Snow Angel, and let me in,” he demands as he releases my hair and brings the cockcicle to my entrance. “I’ll be gentle… this time.”
The ice is so cold as it presses against my warmth, that I immediately clench up.
But when his unholy tongue returns to my clit and begins massaging soft circles against the swollen nub, I have no choice but to give in.
I moan as pleasure begins to build again.
And then he slips the head of his ice toy inside of me.
The cold is so intense that I jolt forward.
But soon, that intensity morphs into a hard ache inside me that I’ve never felt before.
“That’s it, you’re taking it so well,” he praises as he thrusts the ice a bit further inside me, renewing the feeling of biting cold mixed with white hot pleasure. “Gotta stretch you out nice and wide so you can take both my cocks in these tight little holes.”
The idea of being stuffed full of him has me clenching around the ice. It’s beginning to melt and the building pleasure is beginning to fade as the icicle gets smaller and smaller inside me. I huff in frustration.
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he swiftly pulls away before returning with another icicle—a bigger icicle. “I’m gonna stretch out this pussy nice and wide until you’re ready to take my cocks, and then I’m gonna fill you with so much cum that it’ll be leaking out of you for days.”
He shoves the head of the new icicle in. This one is bigger and the stretch burns but the cold of the ice soothes the sting. My hips begin to move, writhing against the cold as my climax builds again.
“Daddy, it feels so good. I want more—” I cut myself off and moan loudly as the icicle sinks in deeper.
“More? Such a greedy little slut I found as my mate,” he purrs as the icicle begins to melt slightly.
He removes it swiftly and brings the wet, melted one to my back entrance with one hand while bringing a thick, big, new icicle to my pussy.
“You really want me to fuck both your holes with my ice, Snow Angel?” he taunts.
“The cold never bothered me much anyway,” I snark with a quick glance over my shoulder.
He snarls. It’s wild and aggressive and I should be terrified but all I feel is anticipation.
“Careful what you wish for,” he grunts before shoving both icicles inside me.
My entire body is on fire. I’m so full, so cold, so tight, that I feel I might burst. The pain in my ass is sharp as he shoves past the tight ring of muscles, but soon the pain is replaced with cascading ecstasy as he begins to move both icicles at the same time.
My pleasure builds swiftly and I can feel the crescendo rising.
“Fuck, Daddy,” I pant out between moans. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, my fegre,” he demands as he fucks me relentlessly.
The tension snaps. I let go and my climax crashes into me.
My entire body goes rigid as every muscle seems to contract in pleasure.
I cry out into the cold Scandinavian night, letting my monster ring every last wave out of me.
I’ve touched myself and come before, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could have ever prepared me for that.
Once my body has finally stopped convulsing with waves of orgasmic bliss, he gently removes what’s left of the melting icicles.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.
From the corner of my eye I watch as he brings the icicle that was just in my pussy to his monstrous mouth.
With a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, he slides the ice between his jagged teeth and wraps his long tongue around it, licking it clean.
“Creamsicle,” he moans. “My fucking favorite.”