22. Violet
Chapter twenty-two
Violet
T he bright winter moonlight filters through the icy dome above, casting rainbow and shadows across the gathered crowd. My heart thunders against my ribs as I fidget with the delicate silver chains adorning my white gown. The dress itself seems spun from freshly fallen snow, intricate frost patterns woven throughout the fabric.
How did I end up here? A month ago, I was just a nurse in Colorado.
The great hall stretches before me, filled with winter fae in their finest attire. Their ethereal beauty makes me feel small and plain. Yet the warmth in their eyes as they bow tells me I’ve been accepted as their future lady.
Winter sprites dance through the air, their crystalline wings catching the light like prisms. Massive yeti lumber by in surprisingly elegant robes of white and silver. Ice nymphs glide across the floor, their skin sparkling like fresh snow. Even the goblin delegation, despite their warty appearances, wear suits of frost-covered velvet that put my elegant dress to shame.
I spot what must be a snow phoenix perched in the rafters, its white and blue flames casting shifting shadows across the gathered crowd. Each creature radiates magic and power in a way that reminds me just how much I didn’t feel like I belonged in this world of immortal winter beings.
“Stop fussing.” Cora adjusts my crown of white roses and crystal snowflakes. “You look perfect.”
“I’m not fussing.” I drop my hands to my sides. “I’m having a fucking existential crisis.”
She grins. “Save that for after the ceremony.” She smooths down my skirts. “Jack’s waiting.”
My breath catches at the mention of his name. Through our strengthened bond, I feel his anticipation mixing with my own. At the far end of the great hall, beneath another arch woven with mistletoe and ice flowers, Jack stands tall in his formal attire. His white hair is pulled back beneath his crown of crystal spires, and his ice-blue eyes find mine across the distance.
My mate. My equal. My match in every way.
The music starts—an otherworldly melody that makes my skin tingle. As I take my first step forward, frost spirals out from beneath my feet, creating delicate patterns across the marble floor. My newfound powers still surprise me, but they feel right, like they’ve always been a part of me waiting to emerge .
Jack’s face softens as I approach, a smile playing at his lips. Gone is the cold, distant ruler who first brought me here. In his place stands the man who risked everything to protect me, who learned to trust in our bond despite centuries of fear.
“Little mate,” he murmurs as I reach him, his deep voice carrying in the hushed hall.
“Your Frostiness.” I smirk at his eye roll. Some things never change.
Above us, the mistletoe seems to pulse with an inner light. Jack takes my hands in his. “The ancients believed mistletoe held the power to bridge worlds.”
I squeeze his hands. “Like us?”
“Like us.” His thumb traces the silver mark on my wrist—the visible sign of our bond. “A bridge between realms, between power and healing, between what was and what could be.”
Jack’s magic thrums through the hall as he begins the ancient binding words. The temperature drops, and ice crystals form in the air around us, suspended like stars.
A familiar laugh breaks through the ethereal atmosphere.
“Only you would manage to find a husband who makes it snow indoors during the ceremony.” Alana’s voice carries from the front row.
Heat floods my cheeks. When Jack insisted on bringing her here for the ceremony, I’d warned him about her complete inability to maintain proper decorum. At least she’s wearing the formal gown Cora picked out instead of her scrubs .
“I assure you, the weather manifestations are entirely intentional.” Jack’s formal tone has that slight edge that means he’s trying not to smile.
“Oh my god, you actually made him defensive.” I turn to Alana. “I didn’t think that was possible.”
“I’m not defensive.” Frost creeps along the floor around his feet.
“Your ice says otherwise, big guy.”
The winter fae gathered around us titter with barely contained laughter. Jack’s shoulders relax slightly at the sound. It’s exactly what this ceremony needed—a reminder that love shouldn’t be all solemnity and protocol.
“If we could continue?” Jack raises an eyebrow at me, but I catch the amusement in his eyes.
“By all means. Proceed with your weather magic.”
He lifts our joined hands, and pure power courses between us. My healing magic rises to meet his winter essence, creating swirls of golden light that dance with his ice crystals. The sight draws gasps from the crowd.
A ray of winter sun pierces through the sky, the light catching each ice crystal, sending sparkles dancing across the faces of everyone watching. I can’t look away from how beautiful it is—like the northern lights condensed into our joined hands.
“As winter and summer find balance,” Jack’s voice resonates through the hall, “so too shall our realms exist in harmony.”
The magic builds, lifting my hair in an ethereal breeze. Through our bond, I feel Jack’s wonder at how perfectly our powers complement each other. No longer fighting against nature, but working with it .
“Holy shit,” Alana whispers loudly enough for everyone to hear. “That’s actually real magic.”
“Told you I wasn’t hallucinating.” I wink at her, earning another round of chuckles from the crowd.
Jack squeezes my hands, drawing my attention back to him. “Are you quite finished disrupting our sacred ceremony?”
“Not even close.” I grin up at him. “You knew what you were getting into when you decided to keep me.”
His expression softens into that rare, genuine smile that still makes my heart skip. “Indeed, I did, little mate. Indeed, I did.”
I adjust my crown for the hundredth time, still not used to its weight, as another well-wisher approaches. Jack’s hand rests at the small of my back, his thumb making small circles that send pleasant tingles up my spine.
“I still can’t believe you married the actual Jack Frost.” Alana shakes her head, champagne glass in hand. “Like, the one who makes snow days happen.”
“Among other things.” I lean into Jack’s solid frame.
“And you’re sure about this whole ice princess thing?”
“Lady,” Jack corrects, his voice carrying that formal tone he uses with others. “She’s my Lady.”
I bite back a smile at his possessiveness. “I’m sure, Alana. More sure than I’ve ever been about anything. ”
Jack shifts beside me, his fingers pressing more firmly against my back. When I glance up, I catch him staring at my lips.
“Well, you two are sickeningly cute together.” Alana downs the rest of her champagne. “Though I still say this place needs better heating.”
“The cold doesn’t bother me anymore.” I reach up to touch the delicate frost flowers adorning my crown. “Side effect of being Winter’s mate.”
Jack’s breath hitches. His ice-blue eyes darken as they meet mine, and the temperature around us drops several degrees.
“Okay, that’s my cue to mingle elsewhere.” Alana backs away with a knowing smirk. “Don’t freeze anyone while I’m gone.”
I barely register her departure. Jack’s hand slides to my hip, pulling me closer. “We should leave,” he murmurs against my ear.
“We have guests—”
“They can celebrate without us.” His lips brush my temple, leaving a trail of frost that melts instantly against my warm skin. “I’ve waited centuries for you. I don’t want to wait another moment.”
The raw need in his voice makes my heart race. “Jack...”
“Please.”
That single word, spoken so softly, breaks my resolve. I nod, and a rare smile spreads across his face.
My heart pounds in my chest as Jack’s transporting magic swirls around us, a dizzying rush of frost and wind that whisks us away from the celebration.
The world blurs, a kaleidoscope of icy blues and stark whites, and then we’re standing in the heart of our private chambers. The air here is thick with the scent of pine and the faint, sweet perfume of frost flowers.
Jack’s hands are on me before my feet have fully adjusted to the solid ground, his touch both gentle and insatiable.
“I need you,” he breathes, the words a whispered vow against my lips.
I answer with a soft moan, my body already aching for his. My fingers find the clasp of his ceremonial cloak, tugging it free so that the heavy fabric pools at his feet. Beneath, his suit is a sleek, dark contrast to his pale blue skin, and I trace the line of his broad shoulders, the muscles taut with anticipation.
He catches my wrists, pulling me closer, and the room temperature plummets. Tiny crystals of ice dance in the air, swirling around us like a private snowstorm.
“You are my undoing,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that I feel in my bones.
His mouth crashes into mine with fierce hunger, his tongue claiming every inch as his hands grip my hips and pull me hard against him.
“You are my thaw,” his frost-touched lips brush my ear. His words send heat pooling between my legs.
I raise onto my tiptoes, pressing my lips to the column of his throat. His skin is cool against my mouth, his body trembles as my lips trace a path to his ear .
“Then melt for me,” I murmur, pressing my body against his, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
With a swift motion, Jack lifts me off my feet, carrying me to the massive bed draped in furs and velvet.
He lays me down with a reverence that makes my chest tighten, his gaze never leaving mine as he begins to remove his suit. Each piece of clothing he discards reveals more of the sculpted physique that’s as much a part of winter as the snowflakes that fall outside our window.
I reach out as he stands before me wearing only his trousers, but he shakes his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
“Let me,” he says, his hands deftly working at the fastenings of my gown. The fabric parts under his touch, baring my skin to the chill air. I gasp as the cold meets my heated flesh, goosebumps rising in its wake.
Jack leans down, his mouth following the trail of his fingers, each kiss leaving behind a tingling sensation that’s both cool and fiery.
His hands slide up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my gown aside, and I’m helpless to do anything but let him. The cool air is replaced by the warmth of his breath, and I can’t suppress the moan that escapes my lips as his tongue finds me.
My body trembles under his touch, caught between the burning warmth of his tongue and the frost-laden magic flowing from his lips .
He knows exactly how to use his powers, switching between scalding heat and arctic chill until I’m writhing beneath him. My fingers tangle in his silver hair as waves of pleasure crash through me, each stroke of his tongue sending sparks of electricity racing along my nerves.
When he hums against my flesh, the vibration combined with his alternating temperatures makes my thighs quiver and my back arch off the bed.
I’m panting now, my fingers tangled in his frosted white hair, holding him to me as the first waves of my orgasm build. Jack’s magic pulses around us, the air crackling with energy as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
And then, with a final, dizzying flick of his tongue, I’m falling, my body convulsing with the force of my release. The room around us brightens with a soft, ethereal glow, our combined magic reacting to the intensity of our connection.
As I ride out the aftershocks, Jack moves over me, his eyes dark with desire.
“You are my everything.” His words pulse through our bond, and I can feel that he means it, with every fiber of his being.
I pull him down to me, our lips meeting in a kiss that’s both a promise and a plea. I need him inside me, need to feel that completeness that only would come when we’re joined together.
“Make love to me, Jack,” I murmur against his mouth. “Show me the depth of winter’s heart.”
Jack’s eyes darken to a deep cobalt and his expression softens, a warmth spreading through his usually icy demeanor that ignites something deep inside me. He keeps his hands on my body as we stand from the bed, guiding me toward the window seat where moonlight spills across plush cushions.
“You’re sure?” he whispers against my lips, his breath hot and trembling with raw desire .
“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” I tell him, my fingers threading through his hair as I pull him down into a kiss that burns with urgency.
My arms lock around his neck, and I rise onto my toes, pressing my body flush against his. His mouth tastes like the heart of winter—sharp and pure, like crystalline air just before a snowfall. Each breath he takes seems to steal oxygen from my lungs, leaving me dizzy and desperate, wanting nothing more than to be consumed by him completely.
“Violet,” he groans as I nip at his bottom lip. His hands slide down to grip my hips, lifting me onto the cushioned seat. I part my thighs so he can step between them, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
“Touch me,” I beg, arching into him as his hands roam over my skin with reverent possession. His mouth blazes a path of kisses down my throat, each press of his lips sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.
“Please, Jack. I need you.”
“You have me,” he vows between kisses. “All of me.”
His fingers dig into my hips as I grind against him, needing to feel every inch of his body against mine. My breasts press into his chest, nipples hardening at the friction. I moan into his mouth as his tongue explores mine, tasting and teasing.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp as his mouth trails down my neck, teeth grazing my sensitive skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his warm breath ghosting over my skin.
I run my fingers through his hair, gripping tight as his mouth continues to explore my body.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He closes his eyes at my words, a shudder running through him. “You make me feel,” he says, his voice rough. “Things I swore I’d never feel again.”
I stroke his cheek, gently urging him to look at me. “Let me show you what it’s like to love and be loved in return.”
His eyes open, a swirl of emotions in their icy depths. He searches my face as if he’s afraid to hope, and then, slowly, a smile breaks across his face. It’s a smile that transforms him, softening his features and making him look younger, almost vulnerable.
“Show me,” he says, his voice soft.
And I do.
I leave my perch on the window seat and press against him. My hands find his shoulders as I rise on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his.
The kiss starts gentle, exploring, but quickly turns hungry and desperate. His mouth opens under mine, and I slip my tongue inside, tasting him. He groans, the sound vibrating through me. His hands slide into my hair, holding me close as our tongues dance and tangle. Heat builds between us with each passing second, turning my blood to liquid fire.
I press closer, wanting—needing—more of him.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips down his jaw, nipping at his earlobe before I continue my descent.
His breath hitches as I reach the waistband of his pants and my hands work at his belt, pulling it free before I tackle the button and zipper of his pants. I can feel his erection straining against the fabric, and I’m eager to set it free .
I pull his pants and boxers down just enough to release his cock, thick and hard and ready for me.
My mouth waters at the sight of him, his impressive length decorated with intricate swirls of frost that spiral up the thick shaft. His cock stands proud, and the pale blue-white patterns making it look almost ethereal against his blue skin.
Holy fuck, he’s perfect. He’s thick—thicker than I expected, and even his balls are dusted with a light coating of frost, like they’ve been touched by winter itself. The delicate crystalline designs seem to pulse with his heartbeat, and I can’t wait to trace them with my tongue.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, stroking the velvet-soft skin. His breath hitches as my thumb traces one of the glowing spirals. Pre-cum beads at his slit, clear and glistening like melting ice, and his cock twitches under my hungry gaze.
I remember his words from earlier, how he’d teased me about my filthy mouth. Now, I’m about to show him just how dirty I can be.
I push him back on the window seat and meet his gaze again, holding it as I sink to my knees before him. His eyes widen, a mix of surprise and anticipation flashing across his face.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I breathe, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, stroking him slowly as I lean forward and flick my tongue over the tip. “And you taste even better.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, his body tensing under my touch. Encouraged by his reaction, I take him into my mouth, my lips sealing around his shaft as I start to move.
I bob my head, taking him deeper with each stroke, my tongue swirling around his length. His hands tangle in my hair, not guiding but simply holding on as I work him over. I can feel him getting closer, his thighs trembling beneath my arm, his breaths coming faster and faster.
“Fuck, Violet,” he groans, his voice strained. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I increase my pace, sucking him harder, deeper, until he’s gasping my name, his body arching off the cushion as he comes undone.
He tastes like fresh mint and frozen berries, a sweet winter chill that makes my mouth tingle. I swallow every drop, not letting up until he’s spent and trembling beneath my hands.
I sit back on my heels, a smug smile playing on my lips as I watch him come down from his high.
“You know, you taste better than any dessert I’ve had in ages,” I say with a smirk, running my tongue over my lips.
His eyes are dark with desire, and there’s a raw, unguarded quality to his expression that I’ve never seen before.
“My turn,” he growls, pulling me up and onto his lap. His mouth finds my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple into a tight peak as his fingers toy with the other.
His mouth trails down my neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. I arch my back, offering myself to him as his hands skim down my body, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“Jack,” I breathe, my voice a pleading whisper.
He chuckles, the vibrations tickling my skin. “Patience,” he his voice is a husky whisper. “I plan to enjoy this. ”
His hands find my hips, guiding me as I move against him. Our breath comes in sharp gasps, our magic crackling around us like a symphony of winter and desire.
His hands glide up my sides, his touch feather-light, making me ache for more. His fingers trail over my collarbones, down the curve of my waist, and then lower, until he’s cupping my breasts. I moan at the contact, my head falling back as he teases my peaks to tight buds.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck. “So perfect.”
His eyes lock with mine, a storm of desire and tenderness swirling in their icy depths. I reach up to trace the sharp line of his jaw, marveling at how his skin feels both cool and burning beneath my touch.
My hands slide down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms.
How did I ever think him cold?
“My mate,” he whispers against my throat, his breath making me arch up against him. “My queen.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as my hips continue their slow, sensuous dance.
“I want you,” I breathe, my voice laced with need.
“I’m yours,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Always.”
I grind against him, feeling his still rock-hard cock pressing against my clit. I’m already wet, already aching for him, and I can’t wait any longer. I reach between us, positioning him at my entrance before I sink down onto him.
We both moan as he fills me completely, his massive cock stretching me in the most delicious way. The unique texture of his shaft sends jolts of pleasure through my core. It’s smooth and cool, like polished ice, with raised frost patterns that swirl and pulse against my walls. I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him closer, gasping at how deep he reaches.
I start to move, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes that quickly build into a frenzied pace. The temperature of his cock fluctuates with his passion—cooling then heating, driving me wild with the contrasting sensations.
He meets me thrust for thrust, his hands gripping my hips tightly as we chase our climax together. His size and power overwhelm my senses—he’s larger than any mortal man, filling me completely.
Each powerful snap of his hips sends a new wave of magic through the room, ice crystals dancing in the air like stars. The frost patterns on his body glow brilliantly now, matching the intensity building between us.
I pant, grinding down harder onto his thick length. The cool ridges of frost stimulate spots inside me I didn’t know existed.
“Jack,” I breathe, my head falling back as he sets a steady rhythm. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” Every movement feels like perfection, like pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place.
The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us and the raw, intense connection that’s threatening to consume us both. I can feel the tension coiling low in my belly, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Violet,” he whispers, his voice rough with need. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
With his words echoing in my ears, I do. I shatter around him, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. He follows me over the edge, his own release triggering a second wave of pleasure that leaves me boneless and sated in his arms.
A tingling sensation spreads across my skin where Jack touches me. Delicate patterns of frost bloom and spiral outward, like ice crystals forming on a winter window. The intricate designs glitter in the light, spreading up my arm and across my chest.
My breath catches as I watch golden lines emerge on Jack’s pale blue skin in response—they pulse and glow like molten metal, tracing ancient symbols I don’t understand.
The magic pulses between us, hot and cold, light and dark, until I can’t tell where my essence ends and his begins.
We are one now, sealed by forces beyond mortal understanding. The bond settles into my bones, into my very being, permanent and unbreakable.
“Fuck,” I whisper, tracing a finger along one of the shimmering patterns. The magic sparks at my touch, sending waves of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
Jack’s eyes darken as he watches the designs complete themselves across our skin. “Now you understand. There’s no going back.”
His forehead presses against mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us. I can feel his power pulsing through my veins, mixing with my own in ways that make the very air around us sing.
The frost flowers on the side table burst into bloom, their petals dancing in rhythm with our bodies, and the walls come alive with intricate designs, glowing like the fire burning within me .
So, the prophecy was right. I think through the haze of pleasure. Not destruction, but creation—a balance. I grin, feeling the power of our connection.
And damn, is it hot.