EPILOGUE
JACK
ONE YEAR LATER
The scent of human blood coats the air—thick, warm, metallic.
As much as I’ve enjoyed my freedom in the last year, I’ve missed this.
I’ve missed the Myrkvier. I am a monster, and monsters need to be unleashed or they lose that which makes them monstrous.
No one fears the shell of what was once a Hell being.
No, what they truly fear is the threat of the white-hot fury.
The curse which bound me here was once my burden, now it’s my pleasure.
“Pl—peass,” the man gurgles as blood spews from his mouth. Hard to enunciate without a tongue.
I take another bite out of the firm muscle I hold in my hand.
Tongue is tough and chewy, absolutely not my favorite part of a human to consume, but I’m not truly eating this one, merely chewing.
The meat shreds and tears between my razor-sharp teeth.
Once thoroughly tenderized, I lean forward.
His eyes widen in fear. Fuck me, that fear is absolutely delicious.
My cocks jerk between my legs, hardening between my thighs as I savor the taste of his terror. Delectable.
“Please,”he whimpers below me. Pitiful, weak, sack of shit.
Then, using my claws to hollow his cheeks and force his mouth open, I spit the chewed-up muscle straight down his throat. He gags, trying to spit it back up out of his esophagus, but without his tongue, he’s unsure how to use his throat correctly. He begins to choke on it.
“That’s it, motherfucker,” I get right up in his face, so close he can see his own panic reflected back in the dark orbs of my eyes. “Feel how they felt when you choked the life out of them.”
He pauses his wild fight for life as he processes what I said. Father Winter hears all, sees all, knows all. And Jack fucking Frost comes for the wicked and the naughty.
The chewed-up tongue must have lodged lower in his throat because he’s currently gaping at me like a damn fool.
His mouth flaps open and closed like a fish.
He begins to turn blue—whether from the cold, the lack of oxygen, or both, I’m not sure.
And I couldn’t care less, honestly, because it truly is a magnificent sight.
“Fuck.” I use one of my giant hands to stroke both my lengths in tandem. “Such a naughty boy, weren’t you?”
A small kernel of guilt pricks at the back of my mind. As much as I’m enjoying this, it doesn’t feel right without her.
So instead of jacking off, I simply sit and wait a few minutes.
Agonizing minutes. My knot is so fucking swollen it hurts.
Once he finally succumbs to death, I let his sad, shitty soul move on to an eternity of suffering.
Ushering this asshole to the afterlife is a joy.
Then, I head back out into the cold winter night.
The smell immediately hits me. I’m quite familiar with the wide variety of human stenches and this one is most foul. Vomit.
“Everything alright?” I ask as I approach the sleigh.
Elisa is bundled up beneath the blankets.
Her pale cheeks are flushed slightly pink and the tip of her nose is red from the cold.
My cocks twitch seeing her. The urge to throw her over my shoulder and fuck her in the blood of our prey is so strong, so primal, I can barely contain it.
But something isn’t right here… Something is off.
“Just was a little stuffy in there.” She bristles slightly under the blanket, and I get a whiff of her. Cinnamon and sugar, but something fruity also. Something is off with my mate. “Needed some fresh air, is all.”
I hop up on the sled and stare at her for a moment. She smiles sweetly.
“Movie night?” she asks as if everything is fine and normal. I have half a mind to punish her—spank her and edge her—until she breaks and tells me what’s going on. But I’m choosing to trust my mate.
“Sounds nice.” I hit the reins and we speed off through the snow.
“This is absolutely preposterous!” I roar at the screen in front of me. “Litill snaer, you have to get out here and see what they’re calling a snow monster in this silly film.”
She comes to stand in the entrance to the living room from down the hall, leaning against the wall with her hands tucked behind her back in a way that makes her nipples stand out against the thin material of her tiny little shirt. She knows what those little pajama sets do to me. Such a tease.
“Daddy, we’ve talked about this,” she laughs. “Disney movies are not supposed to be accurate. There are no singing women in ice castles either.”
“You don’t know that the Volva isn’t out there singing and dancing around,” I snark as I watch the wildly ridiculous animated snowman monster chase the poor little reindeer. I am quite fond of the reindeer in this film.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her shifting her weight from foot to foot. She’s nervous. Her eyes burn a hole into the side of my head and I can hear the erratic pace of her heartbeat from here.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I finally ask without taking my eyes from the screen. I don’t want to spook her.
She paces across the floor. “If I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?”
“You’d better just tell me, little one,” I growl at her. I may have changed back to my human form, but that doesn’t mean she won’t be punished if she’s been naughty.
Without another word, she pads across the living room and comes to stand in front of me. I let my eyes roam across her curvaceous hips and full breasts. Every inch of her is utter perfection. And mine—all fucking mine.
“What is it, my fegre?” I ask finally as my eyes meet hers.
She doesn’t speak. She simply pulls both hands from behind her and holds them out. I meet her outstretched hand, allowing her to place something in my hand.
“Is this? Are you?” I can’t even get the words out as I stare down at the small plastic stick with the clear double lines, which I’m holding in my hand.
“I’d been feeling really weird, and I missed my period, so when we were in town, I grabbed some. I took a few. They’re all positive. I didn’t know how to tell you but I’ve been so sick lately, I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore and I just hope you’re not too—”
“Hide it?” I interrupt her, my tone incredulous. “Why would you hide this?”
My chest feels as though it could burst. My body is alive with electric energy but I don’t know what to do, what to say first. I’ve never felt this way—this happy.
“You’re not upset?” Her voice is so very small and it finally hits me that she’s truly nervous.
The fact that she might think I’d be anything less than overjoyed makes my heart hurt. I need to reassure her. I need to show her how very, very excited I am that my mate is carrying my pup—no, our pup. Not hers, not mine, but ours.
“Upset?” I wrap my large hands around her curvy thighs and pull her in between my knees. She stumbles slightly and steadies herself on my shoulders. “I’m overjoyed.”
“I just know we hadn’t talked about this really, and there’s all the logistics of having a monster baby, and what if we get snowed in and…” She’s anxiously rambling. I need to find something to take her mind off of her worries.
She stops her flustered rant and squeals as I lift her up and toss her over my knees and onto the couch beside me.
The brown leather squeaks as I adjust her so she’s on her hands and knees with her ass high in the air.
Swiftly, I rip her tight shorts off her hips, exposing the pale flesh of her backside.
I’m sure I’m partial, as she is my mate, but this girl has the most perfect ass.
It’s damn near pretty enough to eat, in fact—
“Daddy!” she shrieks as I lean forward and sink my teeth into her perfect backside and leave two perfect crescent indentations.
Mine. She’s mine. And she’s carrying my baby. Fuck, that thought immediately gets me hard.
I pull her little cami down, exposing her beautiful, full breasts. Then, leaning down, I lick a long, slow path from her pretty little clit, all the way to her hole in the back. She mewls and whines for more. My desperate little Snow Angel.
“You’re going to be perfect, my fegre.” I lick again, this time paying some extra attention to her needy nub before rimming the tight entrance of her back hole with my tongue. “Plump, fertile, and swollen with the life we created. Fuck, baby girl, I may not be able to let you leave the bedroom.”
I continue eating her out in between praising her.
She giggles when my beard hair tickles her sensitive skin.
She’s an amazing partner—strong, smart, caring.
She will make an amazing mother. But right now, she needs me to take care of her.
Sliding two fingers in her tight entrance, she moans loudly.
I focus my attention on her back hole, fucking her ass with my tongue and her cunt with my fingers in tandem until she’s a mess—desperate to cum and dripping all over the leather beneath her.
“Daddy, yes, please,” she mumbles incoherently as she nears her climax. But she’s not gonna get off that easily.
With a small flick of my wrist, I pull an icicle from the air with my free hand. I replace my fingers with the ice cock without warning. She screams and tries to pull away, but I hold her tight while I continue to feast on her sweet ass.
“No! It’s cold. I can’t!” she whines.
“You can take it,” I growl before diving back in and licking and nipping at her.
Her muscles begin to tense as she continues to climb towards her climax. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” she chants as pleasure begins to spread through her, begging to be released.
That’s right, baby, I am going to be a daddy.
But before she can come, the icicle begins to melt in the heat of her tight little cunt. My tight little cunt. I was her first. I’ll be her last. I’ll be her only.
“No, please,” she begs as her orgasm wanes.
“Beg for it,” I demand as I rise to my knees and pull down my loose sweats. My human cock springs free, hard and ready. Precum leaks from the tip.
“Daddy, I need your cock. Please?” Her voice is breathy and desperate.
She begs so pretty. How could a beast like me resist?
Without warning, I shove inside her. She jerks forward, crying out as her tight walls pulse around me.
“So fucking tight,” I moan as I begin to fuck her fast and hard, building her orgasm back up. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, Daddy,” she moans as her walls begin to contract. She’s close already.
Pulling out of her, she sags and groans as I again deny her the orgasm she needs.
Holding out both hands, I let cold, thin, sharp icicles form in each.
Perfect. Leaning over her slumped form, I bring the icicles to her exposed breasts.
She cries out as the cold ice scrapes across her tender nipples.
They firm up instantly until they’re stiff and erect.
“Fuck, it’s so cold. Shit.” The wiggle of her ass against my pelvis tells me she’s enjoying this temperature play as much as I am.
“You want to come, you desperate little snow slut?” I growl in her ear as I drop the icicles and smear the freezing cold water on her wet pussy lips.
“Daddy, please let me come on your cock,” she whimpers, and how… Fuck, how could I ever deny such a request?
Lining back up with her opening, I slide in slowly this time. So very slowly. I want to feel each delicious inch of her sucking me in, desperate for her daddy’s dick. Once I’m buried to the hilt, she lets out a long breath. My smart girl knows what’s coming next.
Pulling out to nearly the tip, I slam back in. She cries out, but I don’t stop. I’ve edged her long enough. I rut into her mercilessly. She pants and moans as she takes all that I give her. Within moments, she’s close to the edge again, and honestly, so am I.
“Come for me, litill snaer,” I manage to pant out.
She doesn’t need to be told twice. She detonates instantly, her pussy strangling my throbbing dick as her orgasm rocks through her.
She screams loudly, her pleasure hitting her extra hard after being denied multiple times.
I follow right behind her. My pleasure rips through me fast and furious.
Rope after rope of sweet release covers the walls of her still quaking cunt.
“Wow,” she finally sighs between heaving breaths.
A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her sideways with me so we’re lying more comfortably on the couch.
I don’t pull out. I know she’s already knocked up but the beast inside me needs to feel my seed sitting inside her for just a moment longer.
We sit and spoon, wrapped around each other, while we watch the rest of the ridiculous movie.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispers.
I lay a chaste kiss on her head before responding. “I love you too, my Snow Queen.”