24. Dove

24

DOVE

I ’ve never seen the Frost King so unleashed.

His hand tightens on my breast, and before I know it, he’s pinned me to the bed beneath his hard body. Lips meet mine in a devastating kiss. His hardness settles against my stomach, setting my blood on fire. My hands go to his back muscles, tracing every groove and contour.

My legs fall to the sides, and he gently slides them between them. His tongue dances with mine while he softly pinches at my nipples. The temperature inside the room is boiling. My heart beats in time with his—we are one in this moment.

The worries that exist beyond the door can’t touch us here. There is only us and our shared breaths. He is not a cursed beast, and I am not a human tribute. We are mates, reveling in finding each other after all this time.

Mates, the word is primal yet feels exactly right. From the beginning, I knew how I felt for him wasn’t normal—at least not by human standards. He understood me in ways no one else had. My body desired him from the moment we met. Our souls are one, and I can feel them knitting back together in this glorious moment.

“Dove,” he groans. “I—I’m trying to be gentle. It’s been a long time, and—I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I say, kissing him. “Be my first time, Frosty.”

He chuckles at the nickname, licking into my mouth with devastating softness. His fingers drift lower, exploring my fevered skin. Skimming over my sides, I gasp into his mouth.

“Ticklish?”

I nod, capturing his lips with mine. His icy fingers stray from my ribs and wrap around the shift bunched at my waist. I lift my hips to help him tug it off me. He tosses it somewhere in the room and hisses when my heated center presses against him.

His mouth leaves mine to explore the expanse of his neck and shoulders. The warm, wet lick of his tongue sends shivers down my spine. Light pours from my necklace, enjoying our coupling almost as much as we are. He nips at my pulse and gently sucks on the skin of my throat. My eyes close, and I give in to sensation.

“Watch me,” he commands.

My eyes flutter open as his mouth descends on my chest. He licks over one pert nipple while he molds the other breast in his hand. I arch my back, thrusting them further into his grasp. Pleasure licks along my body and increases the wetness forming between my thighs. A flush breaks out along my chest and cheeks as he releases my nipple with a pop.

“Delicious. My pretty mate is sweet everywhere.”

“I—I need more,” I pant, the fire inside me raging.

Frosty gives me a knowing smirk before sucking my other nipple into his mouth. I moan as he rolls it between his tongue and teeth. My hands raise to cup his head and hold him to me. All the while, I feel his cool fingers tailing over my stomach in a gentle glide.

I gasp as his hands find my wet center. Firmly, he cups me there, letting me thrust myself against his palm.

“Wet and soft,” he groans. “Perfect.”

He skims a finger up my slit, teasing my wetness. My legs fall further apart, the muscles aching. His thumb brushes against my clit, and my whole body reacts. I nearly come off the bed at the barest touch.

“I need a taste,” he murmurs against me.

I nod my agreement. “Please.”

Releasing my breasts, he trails kisses down my middle. His knees hit the side of the bed as he lowers himself to my center. Propping myself up on my elbows, I take in the sight of his white hair and crown nestled between my outstretched thighs. He breathes against my pussy, and I let out a whimper.

“Tell me what you want, Dove.”

His icy fingers trail up my inner thighs before hooking underneath them and gently tilting me up and back. I’m bared to his hungry eyes. His chest rises and falls as he breathes me in fully. My face heats again, but I’m not embarrassed. I love the way he looks at me. This only feels right with him—I feel safe.

That knowledge loosens my tongue.

“I want you to taste me.”

He groans.

“Where?”

“My pussy.” The snowflake hums in agreement and encourages me to be bold. “And then I want to taste you too.”

Frosty’s eyes blaze as he stares up at me. His hands tighten on the underside of my thighs.

“You’d take me into your sweet mouth?” he purrs. “Taste me with your tongue until I spill down your pretty throat.”

“Y—yes,” I whimper.

The erotic picture that makes—me before him on my knees while he powers in and out of my waiting mouth—causes more arousal to slide from me. It drips down my thighs and soaks the sheets below me.

I was already on edge. I know it won’t take long to reach my peak. His hands find my backside and haul me closer. I grip the sheets to stay upright.

“That will have to wait until another night. I need to be inside your cunt more than my next breath.” He throws me a wicked grin. “But first, I need you to come all over my face.”

I scream as his mouth lowers on me. Lips and tongues devour me alive. He holds me tight to his face like I’m a feast he can’t get enough of. His tongue licks me from top to bottom, even nudging my back entrance, to which I let out a squeal. He sucks my clit into his mouth before swirling his tongue into my entrance.

He alternates between the two to pull every ounce of pleasure from my body. My heart pounds, and a thin sheen of sweat coats me. My fingers thread through his white hair and hold him to me as I grind against his seeking tongue. I watch him slip a cold finger into my entrance. His cool skin heightens my pleasure. It is not long before he slips another inside of me, and I delight in the burning stretch.

Hooking them expertly, my hips wriggle as stars dance behind my eyes. Every muscle grows taut as he sucks my clit. Nipping at it with his blunted fangs, I toss my head back. With one last curl of his fingers, I erupt, shivering and shouting on the bed. I have no concept of the words or names I call him. My body is no longer tethered to this world. I float through my pleasure and land gently on a cloud.

After a moment, I realize my thighs have locked around his head. Spent, I let them fall, noting the indentations of his crown against my inner thighs. His tongue replaces his fingers at my center and eagerly licks up every last drop of my spend. Looking up at me, I shiver at the sight of his mouth smeared with my wetness.

Placing one last gentle kiss on my thigh, he prowls back up my body. Sharing my taste with me, his tongue curls with mine and teases it into submission. He slides us up the bed until my head rests on an overstuffed pillow. With my muscles completely relaxed, I watch through half-lidded eyes as he shucks his pants.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of him. His cock is enormous—not large enough to fear but large enough to know the stretch will be intense. His pale blue shaft is decorated with raised veins that give way to a dark blue head. A bead of moisture leaks from the tip, and I lick my lips.

“Tempting little thing,” he groans. “You are mine, Dove.”

“Yes,” I hiss as he grips his length. I feel his blunt head press against my entrance. “Claim me, my mate.”

He howls into my neck as he gently pushes into me. There is a slight pinch, one we both acknowledge with a firm kiss. Slowly, he sheathes himself inside of me until we are flush with each other. The fullness steals my breath. Everything feels right. Golden light wraps around us and fuses us together. This is how we were always meant to be—one.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

His voice is strained and tinged with worry. I nod, cupping his face in my hands.

“Make love to me,” I demand. “Fuck me.”

With a bruising kiss, he does just that. I feel his hips pull back before they gently push back into me. He is slow with his thrusts at first until I moan into his mouth. That sets him off, and I feel his primal side come out. He powers in and out of me with devastating efficiency. I just reached my peak, and now my body is heading towards another more devastating climax.

My hands fall to his back and roam lower. I cup his backside, urging him to move faster, harder. I meet every brutal thrust he gives me. I raise my hips so that he may spear in deeper. His cock butts up against my womb, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. It’s perfect—obscenely so.

“Such a tight cunt,” he growls. “You were made for me.”

“Yes,” I sigh.

“You.” Thrust . “Are.” Thrust . “Mine.” Thrust .

Taking my legs, he tosses them over his shoulders and readjusts his positioning. I’m nearly folded in on myself as he renews his efforts. The position makes everything tighter, and I can feel the veins of his cock dragging inside of me. My wetness aids him in going as deep as possible. He brushes up against a stop inside of me that has my stomach tightening.

“Come on my cock,” he demands. “I’m going to flood your pussy with my seed.”

“Please! I need it.”

“A part of me will always be in you—they can never separate us.”

His hands fall to my hips as he holds me in place fucking me with ruthless aggression. It is intense but not painful. Despite his rigorous pounding, there is still a gentleness in how he holds me. His pupils have blown wide, but there is no sign of the beast—only the male I’ve come to love.

The realization steals my breath and propels me towards my climax. I scream as my body erupts into flames. Every muscle in my body goes taught, and my pussy clamps around his hardness. Frosty snarls, pumping his hips roughly two more times until sheathing himself fully and emptying inside of me. The rush of his warm seeds heightens my pleasure.

My breaths are ragged as he gently removes my legs from his shoulders. His hands come down on either side of my head as he meets my mouth with a gentle kiss. Sweat makes our skin stick together. After a moment, he gently pulls out of me, and a rush of our mingled releases soaks my thighs.

I’ve never felt more at peace. A sense of belonging and finality settles over me as he wraps me in his arms. Exhaustion weighs on me, but I fight to keep my eyes open. He places lazy kisses against my shoulders, his hands gently skimming up and down my arm.

“How are you?” he asks.

Turning my head, I capture his lips. I should tell him what I feel, but this moment is too perfect for words. In the morning, there will be time for a full declaration. His heart pounds against my shoulder.

Surely, the curse will at least give us another day.

“I’m wonderful.”

He smiles against my mouth, but I catch a flash of sadness in his gaze. A coldness seeps from his body that I hadn’t noticed before. I narrow my eyes and try to roll over and face him. His lips press a kiss to my temples.

“I will never forget this night,” he says, and it sounds like a goodbye.

“What are you?—”

But the rest of my sentence never comes as the metallic scent of magic stings my nose. I don’t realize what he’s done until it’s too late. In an instant, I am asleep, drifting through the unending dark.