Chapter 8
The walk up to Flurry’s rooms gave me a chance to regain some composure, which I was pretty sure was a thing the gentry preferred people have.
I didn’t know if there had been any other witnesses besides our escorts, but I had a feeling they wouldn’t keep it to themselves.
As glad as I was to be back in the room where we’d met—hello breakfast nook and sturdy little table—I didn’t want to cause an all-out scandal for Flurry.
“Quit frowning,” he said as the doors closed. “These things happen. Or…” He blinked up at me. “Have you changed your mind?”
So insecure… I’d try to make him feel more confident soon.
I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. “I haven’t changed my mind. I just don’t want to cause a scandal or something.”
He rolled his eyes. “Believe me, I think my advisors would welcome such a thing where I am concerned.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Because I’m…” He shook his head and shrugged. “…Too tense and need to learn to relax.”
I snorted a laugh. “Well, then, let me help with that, Your Highness.”
“Ew,” he said and swatted my hands away as he stepped back. “Don’t call me that now.”
Grinning, I started undressing. “But, Your Highness, you deserve every ounce of respect I can give you as the most revered Prince of the Winter Court.”
I chuckled when he rolled his eyes again, but sobered when he began peeling off his bodysuit from the top down.
Arousal shot through me with every inch of pale glittering skin he revealed.
When he leaned on the bed to remove his boots, I remembered to finish getting naked myself.
And then there we were, cocks up and staring at each other. I grinned. He looked away and blushed.
Still pretty sure he was very new to all this, I took the lead and scooped him up.
He squeaked and clutched at my shoulders, but also opened up immediately when I kissed him.
I backed onto the bed and held his ass in one hand as I got him sitting on my lap while I leaned against the headboard.
I let him ease away when he moved and watched his gaze flick across my chest and down to my cock.
His fingers were flexing in my chest hair and he was breathing faster.
“Do you still want to fuck me?” I petted up and down his thighs, feeling the strange texture of his skin.
“If you want.” He looked at me through his snowflake lashes like maybe he wasn’t sure.
I nipped at his chin and grinned. “Honey, you can do anything you want with me.”
“Honey? What happened to the reverence?”
I reached down and massaged his cheeks with both hands. “What do you want me to call you?”
He scooted closer until our dicks were nestled together between us. A breathless little sound left him when he rocked his hips, rubbing. “You… You already call me something.”
I did? Oh, yes, I did.
Leaning in, I kissed his neck and encouraged him to undulate on my lap. “Flurry,” I whispered in his ear before nibbling on the lobe.
He whimpered and nodded the tiniest bit as his fingers gripped my shoulders and he rolled his hips against me over and over again. The smoothness of his cock rode mine beautifully. I whispered his name again only to realized that snowflakes had started falling on us.
“Are you making it snow?”
He blinked up at me before alarm flashed on his face. Suddenly, he was sitting back and waving his arms sharply, smacking the snowflakes out of existence, a wicked glare on his pretty face.
“Flurry?”
“It was…unintentional.”
I chuckled and took it as a compliment. I’d gotten him so turned on, he’d accidentally made it snow. And now he was giving me one of those grouchy looks.
“Don’t be spiky. Remember how I said I liked the cold? I meant it. If it weren’t for the fact that I might get frostbite on some really sensitive places, I’d be all for fucking in a snowdrift beside a frozen lake.” I paused and grimaced. “Maybe not the lake part.”
“No lakes,” he said sternly as he scooted back to hover over my knees. “And until further notice, you’re forbidden from walking near large puddles or water troughs.”
I snorted. He forbade me… How cute.
A second later and I gasped because Flurry set a fingertip on my stomach and a trail of frost shot up the center of my abs to curl around both pecs.
The bite of cold was sharp but not exactly painful.
I shivered all over and watched as the tendrils circling my pecs now grew fancy leaf shapes as they covered my skin and teased at my nipples.
More leaves and some flowers, too, grew along the hills and valleys of my abs, the slight sting of cold on hot flesh making me moan.
When the frost headed south, making a winter wonderland of my treasure trail and on down, I held my breath.
Until tendrils of cold wrapped around my cock, then I hollered and my hips thrust up all on their own.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I practically groaned before I managed to look down my body and really groaned.
The same kind of frost that grew across a window was covering me from tits to balls. I was shivering but throbbing, the cold making my muscles tight, my cock achingly hard and leaking. Swear to god, I nearly came when Flurry noticed the precum dribbling down my cock and giggled as he froze it.
“Flurry! Oh, god… Not yet. Baby, please…”
“You do like the cold, don’t you?”
“Yes. Oh, fuck.”
“And I should enter you here?”
I tried so hard to resist right then, oh god, because he trailed that icy finger of his down and teased my hole. It wasn’t just his touch, though, but the frost that bloomed from the center of me and spread outward. The crackle of cold right there had me whimpering.
“Flurry!”
I came. I couldn’t stop it regardless of how much I didn’t want anything he did to me to end. The cold merged with the heat inside me and I exploded. God, it felt so good.
When my moaning ceased and I could breathe again, I looked down to find him— Good grief. He was using my cum to make snowflakes of various sizes and designs all over my abs.
“I can’t decide,” I said, “if you’re a sadist or just really creative.”
He giggled. I never thought I’d hear my prickly little prince do that.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as he came up beside me to loom over me. “But I do like hearing you holler my name. And the way you beg? Mmm…”
He leaned down and kissed me, and I opened up for him. I’d gone to bed with a few men who’d left an impression, but Flurry was in a league of his own.
When I heard the slick sound of a cock being stroked, I pulled away and realized he was hard. Still hard?
“Did you not come yet?”
He shook his head, biting his lip.
“Stop! Let me. Fuck, Flurry, let me.”
I rolled over, toppling the house of cum snowflakes on my abs, and manhandled him higher on the bed.
With me on my side, I clutched one of his thighs to my chest and grabbed his ass with my free hand.
His hips jerked when I sucked his cock into my mouth, so I urged him to do it again.
In no time, he was fucking my face with his smooth, chilly dick, his fingers pulling at my hair, and his voice going higher and louder.
“Milo… M-Milo!”
He shoved, I opened, and he came down my throat in cool bursts of cream. I swallowed and moaned, fingers biting into the meat of his tight ass. When he tried to free himself, I almost didn’t want to let him go.
“Fuck, I love doing that,” I practically groaned, my voice a little hoarse.
“I can… I can tell.”
I smiled and looked up at him. Curled around me, he was flushed and beautiful as he panted. He couldn’t seem to keep his pretty eyes open, so I pulled him down to rest on my chest and cuddled him up. The way he sighed sounded so contented, it had me kissing his forehead.
I knew right then that I was going to lose my heart to him.
We stayed cuddled up, quiet and contented, for so long that I thought maybe he’d fallen asleep. I didn’t mind at all. My lips were against his forehead and the spires, snowflakes, and tendrils of his hair glittered in the pale light right in front of my eyes. I could stare at that all day.
“I really was worried,” he whispered so low I almost didn’t catch it.
I kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry. I really thought crossing the lake would work.”
He snaked an arm over my side and clutched me to him. “I don’t want you to try that again. Not anywhere.”
“Oh, I won’t. No more water crossings for me. I can’t even think of trusting a boat.”
I felt him shiver and kissed his forehead again.
“There’s a canyon on the Summer side of the barrier now. I haven’t seen it, but you’ll not be attempting to cross it. We don’t connect to Autumn, but Incendis is fond of fire, so I’m glad you can’t reach him.”
I got the feeling Flurry was imagining my death by falling into a canyon or burning to a crisp—and now I was imagining the same.
“I’m staying here,” I promised him. “I’ve learned my lesson.”
He squeezed me for a moment before tucking his face under my chin.
His crazy not-hair poked my face, but I didn’t mind.
As much as I still wanted to help break the curse or at least ease the people’s suffering in some way, I didn’t want to worry him by risking my life.
Flurry cared, and I was going to hold onto that.