Chapter 11
ELEVEN
JACK
Her scent lingers in my home causing my body to hum with excitement.
Watching her walk through the door and take in the space where I live was both nerve wracking and thrilling.
I never thought I’d find a mate, much less get her willingly into my home.
I’m a fucking monster, cursed to harvest souls in the dead of winter; who would ever want a beast like me?
Bringing her here was a risk. I’ve never brought another soul here.
I’m bound to the land as part of my curse—stuck here for eternity.
If something were to happen and she wanted to bring the mob of angry villagers to my home to kill the beast, then I’d be forced to be a sitting duck.
But for her, it’s a risk I was willing to take.
She was so cold and worn out after our session in the woods that she needed warmth, comfort, and care.
I certainly wasn’t going to bring her back to the place where the asshole assaulted her.
She deserves to be pampered like a fucking queen but my bathtub is the best I could offer for right now.
As soon as the door closed, I shifted back into my human form.
Maybe that will make her more comfortable?
My feet pad through the soft carpet as I pace the living room, anxiously waiting should she need me for anything.
The knowledge that she’s naked and in my home, right behind a flimsy door has my balls aching with need.
I’m not a selfish fuck—I gladly watched her tight little pussy fuck that ice cock until she creamed and screamed, and I loved every fucking second of it.
Her pleasure is always more important than mine.
But fuck me, watching her tight little holes pulse with pleasure made me damn near feral to rut into her, fill her, breed her.
My knot ached to slip inside her and never let her go. She’d look so pretty ripe with my pup.
Shit, hard again.
It’s like in the last few days she’s wormed her way past my frozen heart and into my soul, burrowing down deep until my need for her is so strong that it’s damn near all-consuming.
I’ve been around this Earth long enough to know that when you find something worth keeping, you do what you can to hold on to it, and she is definitely a treasure I plan on keeping.
I just have to convince her to stay. Which means I need to behave… as much as possible.
The lock clicks and the door opens slightly.
Steam billows out before her cute little face pops out from the opening in the door.
My Snow Angel is exceptionally beautiful—pale blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin with a dusting of freckles along her nose; and those lips, shit they’re like two plush pillows just waiting to cradle my cocks.
Nope, I’m behaving… Well, I’m going to try.
“Did you have a nice bath?” I ask as I take a step towards her.
“You changed back?” she asks with a cock of her head.
“I thought this version of me might make you more comfortable,” I explain as I watch a single bead of water drip from her hair, down her chest, and into the swell of her breasts before disappearing below the towel she has wrapped around her.
She seems to think for a moment, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she assesses me. “I like you both ways,” she finally says. “But are you really—I mean—I read about and saw—” she stumbles, trying to get out her words.
Her cheeks flush the most delicious shade of red. I reach out to stroke the heated skin. She’s warm beneath my touch, and a shiver of pleasure shoots down my spine. Her wet hair sticks to her face as she looks up at me in concern.
“Am I what, beautiful?” I ask as I slide my fingers down her cheek to her lips. My thumb slides along her lower lip. It’s so fucking soft. I’m desperate to kiss her.
“Jokul Frosti?”
It’s a name I haven’t heard in decades but one that is older than the trees surrounding us. It’s a name that once inspired terror, but is now lost to the slow decay of time.
How the hell does she know that name?
“I have been called that before, yes,” I admit. “Faeir Vetr, Hrimthursar, and Dólger are also names I have been called before.”
Her eyes widen slightly. I can sense the million questions threatening to burst from her. I cup her face in my hand, leaning in until we’re almost touching. Her warm breath whispers across my lips, causing them to tingle with desire.
“But you, my Snow Angel, can just call me Jack,” I reassure her before leaning in to taste her.
The kiss is soft and slow. As much as I’d like to throw her down and claim her, I can tell she needs to know that I am there to care for her; so I caress her lips slowly with as much softness as a beast like me can muster.
She’s so warm, so supple, so mine. It takes everything in me to pull back and break the kiss, but when I do, the flush in her cheeks, the soft flutter of her eyelids, her warm cinnamon sugar taste lingering along my lips is my reward.
She’s too good for a monster like me, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to let her go now that I have her.
“Jack.” She rolls the name around her mouth breathlessly. “Or maybe you like it better when I call you Daddy?”
Brat.
A small growl vibrates in my chest as my hand sinks lower, my fingers wrapping around her throat, not tightly, but just enough to let grab her attention.
“Such a naughty mouth, litill snaer. I’m trying to be nice, but if you keep it up, I’ll rip that towel off, throw you over my knee, and spank you.”
I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate and her nostrils flare. She likes the sound of that. Maybe my little one wants my dominance just as much as I crave her submission.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she snarks at me, her chin held high in defiance.
I take a step into her, crowding her and pinning her to me so she can feel what she does to me, how wild she makes me feel. I might be in my human form, but I’m still much larger than her, and she’s forced to tilt her head back to look at me.
“That smart mouth is going to get you into trouble,” I warn her as my thumb rubs a teasing circle along the flesh of her neck.
“Maybe my daddy needs to wash my mouth out in order to teach me a lesson.” She pushes out her bottom lip as if pouting, and what resistance I had left snaps.
Pulling her towel away, I savor her exposed flesh.
I didn’t get to see her fully before, but everything about her is perfection.
Her dusty pink nipples are erect and begging to be played with.
Spinning her around, I use my grip on her throat to push her up against the wall.
With my other hand, I undo my zipper and let my human cock spring free.
It’s a shame I just have the one when I’m in my human form but it’ll be enough for now.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” I ask her as I reach around and pull at her nipple. She yelps but her body responds to me instantly, her back arching to rub her plump ass along my throbbing length. “Daddy is going to have to teach you what happens when you’re a naughty tease.”
My hand leaves her nipple, skimming lower until I reach her folds. At the same time, I slot my cock between the cheeks of her ass, not pressing against her tight hole, but just resting between her warmth.
“Please, yes, Daddy,” she purrs as I begin to massage the outer lips of her sweet little pussy.
Slipping a finger between her folds, I slowly run along the length of her slit.
“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, little Snow Angel?” I taunt as I begin to move my hips slowly, dry humping her from behind.
“It felt so good earlier. I want more,” she whines as I find her throbbing nub and begin to slowly circle it with two fingers.
“The icicles were just to start to stretch you out. You can’t handle my cocks yet,” I warn as I begin to flick and rub her clit in a way that has her moaning and panting.
It’s not entirely true. I could fuck her in my human form, give her a painfully normal first experience.
She’d stain my cock with her blood and we’d have a nice moment.
But I’m starting to sense she doesn’t want nice, doesn’t want normal.
She’s my mate, fated by the universe to be mine, and when I claim her, I will claim her as my true self.
I want to fill her holes with my cocks until she screams out from the agony of her pleasure.
Then, and only then, will I fill her with my seed and plug it with my knot.
I will claim and breed my mate because I’m not a prince in disguise, I’m a motherfucking monster through and through.
My hips thrust roughly at the thought, pinning her against the wall and forcing her to take what I’m giving her. My fingers work quickly to bring her close to the edge. I can feel her shake in my hold as her pleasure builds.
“Please,” she gasps between pants. “Jack I’m gonna—”
I don’t let her finish. I pull my hand away and hold her by her hips.
“Naughty girls don’t get to cum,” I warn her as I continue to rub my aching cock between her ass cheeks.
She lets out an exasperated huff in annoyance before trying to snake her own hand down between her creamy thighs.
Fucking brat.
I swat her hand away then grab her wrists and pin them above her head. Crystals begin to form along the wall where my fingers meet the surface. With each thrust against her my desire grows and the temperature drops.
“Stop! That’s not fair!” she whines as I continue to rut against her from behind. Each snap of my hips makes the pale flesh of her ass ripple in the most enticing way.
“I am nothing if not fair, Snow Angel,” I correct. “Good girls get to cum. Naughty girls get punished.”
She writhes and wiggles, trying desperately to get out of my grasp. But all she manages to do is rub against my cock in the most delicious way. My balls tingle as my release gets closer. The urge to mark her as mine is too strong.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The beast within me screams in possessive fury as my climax begins to peak.
I can’t hold back a second longer. My vision narrows as blankness begins to cloud the edges until all I can see, all I can smell, all I can feel is her.
Leaning my head down, I slide my lips around the juncture of her shoulder and neck, my tongue caressing her pulse point.
And right as my teeth sink into her flesh, biting and sucking at her delicate skin, my balls jerk and my release thunders through me.
I roar against her skin, my moan mingling with her shrieks of pain in the most enticing way.
Rope after rope of cum shoots from me, painting her ass and things with my seed.
What a waste. It should be buried near her womb.
“Oh my god,” she pants as I begin to come down. “I’m going to need another bath.”
I release her flesh from between my teeth, admiring the way her skin begins to bruise for me. “I like you covered in me. You’re mine, and the easier it is for others to identify that, the less likely it is I’ll have to rip the limbs of anyone who touches you.”
I gently rub her hips. Goosebumps ripple across her as I lovingly stoke her pristine canvas of flesh. She’s beautiful but her skin is freezing cold. I’ll have to be careful about that.
“You just met me, Jack. Isn’t that a little intense? What if I have annoying habits that drive you crazy? Like what if I chew loudly?” She whispers the words, her body spent, but I can hear the uncertainty lying beneath.
I extract myself from her slowly, my spent cock twitching as the final drops of my release empty from the tip.
With a gentle touch, I turn her to face me.
She tries her best to look tough. I’m sure she’s annoyed I denied her her orgasm but she’ll soon learn the power of edging.
I lean down, letting the scruff of my beard tickle her cheeks before I lay a chaste kiss on her lips.
“When you know that someone’s yours, why fight it? There’s no doubt you will drive me crazy at times, as I will you. But a mate is made to be your partner. We will work through whatever comes our way, my fegre.”
“And what about Hans?” she asks after a beat.
Shit. I’d been so wrapped up in my girl that I almost forgot about the Hans problem.
“I will need to take care of him,” I tell her hesitantly. She may be okay with the beast beneath, but if she knows she’s bound to a killer, how will she feel?
“We,” she states with finality.
“We?”
“We will need to take care of Hans,” she clarifies with renewed fire lighting her eyes. “We will track him down and make him pay.”
Leaning back in, I roll my hips against her, pinning her backwards against the wall and kissing up her neck. She moans softly and leans her head back to give me better access.
“My violent little snow queen,” I praise in pure delight. “You sure you want to come along? Things might get… messy.”
“If you go, I go,” she states as she pushes me back, giving herself enough space to turn and walk back to the bathroom. “Let me get cleaned up and then we can paint the fucking town red, Daddy.”