Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
JACK
We watch in silence as the flames rise higher.
On the way out the door, I grabbed a few blankets for my tiny human.
I thrive in the cold, revel in the emptiness of winter, but my human needs warmth, comfort.
And it’s my job to provide for my mate. So here we are, snuggled up beneath blankets together while we watch the cabin and its victims burn.
Their souls will be free, no longer tied to the land like a curse.
“I think I’m ready to go home now, Daddy,” my Snow Angel says from beside me. Her voice is soft and heavy. She must be exhausted. “Maybe in the spring, we can come build some type of remembrance for the women?”
I grab the reins and give them a sharp snap, alerting the reindeer that it’s time to go.
The Volva is still dancing around the flames.
No doubt she’ll be gone by morning. Witches follow the call that guides them, never staying in one spot too long.
We cross the clearing and enter the dense forest once more.
The trees are quiet and still in this early morning hour.
“We could,” I tell her as I splay my arm against the back of the bench.
She snuggles against me and lays her head on my shoulder.
A warmth spreads through my chest at her trusting and intimate contact.
It’s more than a monster like me could have ever dreamed of, to earn the companionship of a woman like her. “But I thought we might travel.”
“Travel?” She looks up at me from beneath thick blonde lashes. Her blue eyes glimmer with excitement. “And leave the forest?”
“I was tied here by a curse. A punishment for crimes I committed lifetimes ago.” Now is not the time for the entire story.
One day I will tell her, but right now, she needs to get home, get cleaned up, and get some sleep.
“But a change has happened. I can feel it floating on the wind. Justice has been served and my shackles have been removed.” I turn to cup her face with my free hand and place a chaste kiss on her temple. “You have set me free, my love.”
“I didn’t do anything, though,” she whispers against the stiff collar of my coat. “I’m just me.”
“And to me, you are everything,” I tell her before tilting her head and capturing her lips with mine. I don’t deepen this kiss. I need her to know I love her soul, not just her tight little virgin cunt. “Maybe we will go somewhere warm. The beach?” I ask as I sit back up.
“Ugh,” She makes a sound of utter disgust. “Sharks are disgusting monster creatures.”
“I thought you liked monsters?” I cock a brow at her.
Her smile is intoxicating. I can’t stop the small tick of the corners of my lips.
She’s… fun. I have fun with her. I can’t remember the last time I felt so at ease, so relaxed, around another.
The urge to wrap her up and never let her go is so strong that I can barely contain myself.
I want to sink myself into every inch of her—my teeth into her neck, my talons into her flesh, my cocks into her warmth…
She’s my sweetest reward for centuries of solitude and servitude.
“Stop the sleigh,” she suddenly declares. Her tone is clipped.
Did I do something wrong?
My heart travels to my throat, and I try to swallow down my discomfort. I’ve waited lifetimes for her. I am never letting her go. She can run, she can fight, she can protest the entire fucking way, but she is my mate and I intend to claim her tonight… one way or another.
“What the hell are you doing?” I growl in desperation as I watch her plump ass jiggle when she jumps from the sleigh.
“I’m sick of waiting,” she says as she pulls her blood-soaked sweater over her head.
Tossing the fabric to the ground, I watch as her blonde hair cascades down her bare shoulders in shimmering waves.
She’s so stunning it hurts me not to be touching her.
“You’ve been teasing me for days, Daddy.
” Her hands slide behind her back as she unclips her bra and lets her beautiful breasts bounce free.
A low growl rumbles through my chest. “If you’re too much of a gentleman to fuck me, then maybe your monstrous side can be tempted into taking me. ”
Her fingers slide along the hem of her panties, teasing me, taunting me. My naughty, naughty little girl. I shift uncomfortably as my cock strains against the seam of my pants. Beneath the surface of my skin, the monster within is desperate to be set loose on my pretty prey.
“Don’t tempt a monster, pretty girl. Not unless you’re willing to risk getting hurt,” I warn as my claws extend from my fingers, the sharp points gleaming in the moonlight.
“Maybe I want the pain.”
Her hands trail down the creamy expanse of her legs as she slides her lacy undergarments off her body. She stands before me bare and ready. The scent of her arousal is thick in the air—sweet and spicy, like the perfect pepperkaker. My grip on my humanity slips. I can’t hold back any longer.
“You better run, Snow Angel,” I grit out between clenched teeth as my body grows, expanding up and out.
Pale flesh falls away, exposing the crystal blue hide of the beast beneath.
Fangs, claws, and horns all elongate. “Because if I catch you…” My body bows as my muscles expand painfully.
“I am going to fuck all your slutty little holes until you’re so godsdamn full of my cum that it drips from you for days.
I will hunt you, catch you, pin you down, and bury my cocks so deeply into your cunt that my seed will fill your womb with my pups.
” I glance up to see her eyes swirling with a mix of lust and fear that has my entire being vibrating with energy.
“You’re mine, litill snaer. And now I intend to take what’s mine. ”
She takes a moment to smirk, letting me know that she wants this as much as I do, before she takes off.
Her feet sink into the soft snow as she bolts.
I wait at the sleigh, watching her pale form dart between the trees as she attempts to create space between us.
Her attempt to flee is futile, but I’ll give her a head start, let her think she stands a chance at escaping me.
When I can no longer hear her footfalls, I take off after her.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, little one,” I sing-song out into the dark forest.
No response.
My girl is smart, beautiful, and full of fire.
But she’s lacking in knowledge of hunting.
Her tracks are easy to follow. Even if they were not, the scent of her desire drives me forward.
My cocks twitch between my thighs. She might have had to wait a few days, but I’ve been waiting centuries to claim my mate, and now that she’s here, I can barely contain myself.
“And I’ll go easy on you, litill snaer.” I walk slowly, deliberately, as I follow her path. “Don’t you want to be my good girl?”
A noise off to the right cracks through the silence. I spin to look. There’s nothing there. Sneaky thing.
“If you hide from me,” I continue my melodic hilt as I follow each of her tiny tracks further into the depths of the dark woods. “I will punish you.”
The tracks turn to the left and double back. Clever. But not clever enough.
My muscles strain as I move swiftly, pivoting on my toes and taking off through the trees.
A shriek sounds ahead of me as she realizes I’m catching up.
Her form comes into view as I push myself to go faster.
Bathed in moonlight, my little Snow Angel moves with the grace of a doe.
Her pale, pristine flesh glows in the light as I close in, begging me to take her and mark every inch of her as mine.
My hard cocks bob between my legs with each stride, desperate to sink into her warmth.
The chase has brought out the beast in me, the feral creature that needs to rut into his mate and breed her.
She turns to look over her shoulder, locks of hair cascading across her flushed cheeks.
When she sees how close I am, her eyes widen in realization. The sweet scent of her arousal deepens.
I’m done with this game, I need her—now.
Reaching out my arm, my claws band around her upper arm.
I rip her backwards, stopping her fleeing form and pulling her towards me.
She screams and flails, fighting me as I let the momentum send us spiraling to the ground.
I roll, tucking her beneath me. Her face hits the soft snow beneath us as I pin her down.
I use my knees to push her legs apart, exposing her glistening cunt.
My dicks harden to a near-painful level.
“Caught you, little one, and now you’re mine.”