12. Frost

Chapter twelve

Frost

O ne moment, Avery and I are enjoying a blissfully spiritual dream together, and the next we’re running through the snow. While we were asleep, the snow started to fall in thick sheets. It’s hard to see where we are exactly, relying on our wolf nature to get us back to our cabin.

Avery trips in his haste, giggling to himself as he brushes the snow from his knees.

“As much as I love the snow, it’s really getting in the way of getting to your knot.”

Now it’s my turn to stumble. Snow catches in my collar, dripping down the side of my neck and making me shiver. “Avery! What the fuck, you can’t just say stuff like that!”

“And why not? You act like we’re running back to our cabin so we can get to book club.” Then he pauses and looks over at me. “We’re not about to have book club, right?”

I shake my head. “Not unless book club is a euphemism for fucking that I don’t know about.”

“Okay, good! Now come on ,” he gasps out, grabbing my arm and tugging me along. Warmth hits me square in the chest so deeply I almost stumble to my knees once more.

It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that Avery wants me, let alone might actually have as strong of feelings as I’m experiencing for him. I was so ready for him to push me away like everyone else but instead, he’s embraced me, wholeheartedly.

This is moving so fast, like a storm blowing through. I can’t find it in myself to care though. I want to see where this goes. I want to be completely swept up in the rush of it. I’m willing to take a chance because I have a feeling that Avery will fall right along with me. We’ll be in this whirlwind together.

“We’re almost there,” I say breathlessly. Despite the whipping wind and giant, white flakes, I’m warm all over. As we finally get inside the cabin, I’m soaking from the snow and I can’t feel my toes but I couldn’t give a fuck even if I wanted to because all I can focus on is Avery.

His hair is a mess, his cheeks are bright red, and his eyes are locked on me. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and for some reason unknown to me, he’s chosen me .

“I have a confession to make,” Avery says, stepping into my space, backing me up until my back hits the wall next to the front door of the cabin. My heart leaps into my throat and I’m powerless to do anything but stare down at him. “I’m bad at all of this. I don’t flirt. I don’t date. I’ve never even had a boyfriend before. I usually fumble with my words, but I want to make one thing incredibly clear.”

I swallow. “Okay.”

“I want you to fuck me, knot me, and make me yours. Can you do that?”

My inner alpha rushes forward so quickly it makes my head swim. Everything is heightened as he peers out, my eyes shining with alpha red. I can feel my fangs tickling my gums, wanting to surge down and bite into Avery’s supple skin. My mouth waters just thinking about how good his coppery blood is going to taste against my tongue.

A growl forces its way out of my chest and instead of answering with words, I reach down and grab Avery into my arms. With my hands squeezed around his ass, Avery wraps his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist as I carry him towards the bedroom.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice slurred and growly. “I can do that.”

The sound of Avery giggling is music to my ears. I bury my face against his throat, breathing him in. His scent washes over me, somehow helping to clear my head while also spurring on my inner alpha at the same time.

Mine. Mate. Need. Claim.

Avery tilts his head back as my mouth lavishes his neck with long licks and stinging bites. “Fuck, Frost. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Please. I need you.”

Once we’re inside the bedroom, I set Avery onto his feet. I get on my knees and help him out of his wet shoes, socks, and pants. He pulls his top layers off by himself, no doubt feeling the need to get naked just as strongly as I do.

As much as the animalistic part of me wants to quite literally rip every stitch of clothing off of our bodies, my human part wins out. As quickly as I can, I get Avery completely naked.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Avery’s body is a temple and I plan to get on my knees and thoroughly worship it. His skin is pale, the perfect canvas for bites and kisses. He’s thick in all the right places, his thighs strong but still cushioned, his stomach pudgy, his pecs soft. I want to touch every part of him. I want him to know how much I adore his body.

I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Avery.

Avery gets onto the bed and that startles me into action, finally pulling my own clothes off. Despite focusing on getting myself naked, I can’t seem to take my eyes off of my omega.

My omega .

He’s not mine , I shouldn’t think like that. But also, he is, isn’t he? He feels like mine. He feels like my omega.

Oh gods, I’m so jumbled up inside, wondering how this could feel so fucking right. I need to focus because Avery is waiting for me and the last thing I want to do is leave him disappointed. I’m going to take care of him. I’m going to make him feel so good.

Once I’m naked, I stand at the end of the bed for a moment, allowing Avery to take me in the same way I’ve done for him. His gray eyes sweep over my body. He bites his bottom lip.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out. “Are you sure you’re interested in me? You’re so fucking hot you could have literally anyone.”

I can’t help but smile. “Well, that’s good. Because I found someone I want and he just so happens to already be in bed waiting for me.” I crawl onto the bed, letting my hand skim over his skin as I make my way over his body. “You’re so hot, Avery. Just looking at you has me hard enough to cut diamonds.”

“Really?”

I grab his wrist and bring his hand to my cock, guiding him to wrap it around my erection. “This is all for you, Avery.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. That’s the plan, remember?”

Avery uses his free hand to slap my shoulder, making both of us giggle. I cut our laughs off by stealing a kiss. My tongue dives between Avery’s lips, tasting him, trying my best to consume him. He moans into my mouth and I shiver with delight.

I finally move my hips, sliding them until they’re pressed against Avery. Our cocks brush against each other and I groan in pleasure. We grind together, chasing our pleasure, trading hurried, sloppy kisses. I could come from this and I’m pretty sure, based on the noises coming from Avery, that he could as well. But that’s not how I want to come, not really.

“Avery,” I breathe out, nipping his bottom lip. “Avery, can I fuck you? Please?”

“ Yes . Please get inside me. I want your knot, Frost.”

I pull back and ignore the whimper of protest I get in response. Grabbing Avery’s hips, I flip him over onto his belly. He quickly gets his knees beneath himself, presenting himself for me. The sight makes me freeze for a moment before my inner alpha is pushing forward once more, the animalistic part of my brain taking over.

Tilting my head back, I howl in pleasure at the sight before me. I dive into the buffet being offered to me, burying my face between Avery’s thick cheeks. With a hand on each of his cheeks, I squeeze, digging my fingers into his supple flesh. Then I pull them apart and get to work, licking his slick, wet hole.

“Frost! Fuck!”

I’m a starved man and the only thing that will sate me is Avery. I lick at his hole, slurping at his slick, craving it more than I crave air. He tastes just as good as I imagined, the sweet tang heady on my tongue. Once I’ve had my fill, I point my tongue and push it inside his hole, my stomach quivering with pleasure in response to his whimpers and moans.

My cock sits heavy between my thighs but I ignore it, wanting to pleasure my omega. I need to make him come before I fuck him so hard he won’t know if he’s dreaming or not. I plan on marking him in ways that’ll leave no questions about how I feel about him.

“Frost!” Avery cries out, his face pushed against the pillow, his fingers gripping the sheets. “You’re gonna make me come, alpha. Fuck!”

I reach beneath him in order to get my hand on his cock, stroking him as I eat his ass with abandon. His body tenses for a moment before his orgasm explodes from him. I growl against his hole as the smell of his seed hits my nose.

I feel downright feral in my desire. Despite that, I do my best to take my time, to make sure Avery is taken care of. As much as I want to mount him, I won’t hurt him.

Avery whimpers as I pull away. I grab the corner of the sheets, using it to wipe my face off before laying my body across his back. My hips line up perfectly with his ass and I push my cock through his crack, teasing both of us.

“Please,” Avery whimpers, his body pliant and relaxed beneath me. “Please, Frost. Get inside me now .”

I’ve never heard him so desperate. Gone, is the omega who was nervous and flustered around me, replaced with a sex fiend who knows exactly what he wants. I plan to give it to him.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as I push my cock into Avery’s body. His ass is tight and warm and wet, fucking perfect . My stomach floods with warm pleasure as I slowly push forward, taking my time entering him.

Avery makes the prettiest noises beneath me, whimpering and moaning without an ounce of self consciousness. Gods, that’s so hot. This feels so fucking good, so right. Like I’m coming home.

Once I’m fully sheathed inside Avery’s body, I freeze, giving him a moment to adjust. I lean my chest against his back, letting my mouth make its way across the back of his shoulder. I kiss him and lick him and nibble on his skin until it’s red. I want to bruise him. I want to mark him. I want to bite him .

“Move, Frost. Please, fuck me. Come on, I can take it, alpha.”

I nip at his shoulder and growl, his body going pliant once more. My omega. My mate. Mine, mine, mine.

I finally start to move, pulling my hips up until just the tip of my cock is encased in Avery’s wet hole before plunging back in. I fuck him with long, hard strokes. He cries out and I do it even faster, chasing the rush his pleasure is giving me.

I’m desperate. I’m feral. I need him more than I need air. My hips speed up even more until the only sounds in the room are our heavy breaths, our whimpers of pleasure, and our skin slapping. I’m unable to form words or thoughts, only feel .

“Frost,” Avery cries out, his ass tightening around me. “So close. Make me come again, alpha.”

My hands grip his hips so tightly I’m sure there will be marks tomorrow. Good. I want him to wear my marks. I lean away from him and use his hips to fuck myself. I tug his hips back until his ass collides with my pelvis before pushing him back down, letting his cock rub against the sheets below him. I can’t stop staring at his ass, where my cock is plunging in and out of his body. I move his hips for him so he can properly hump the bed. My knot tingles with pleasure, preparing to pop inside Avery. The sight, the feel, the noises. It’s all too much. It’s all too fucking good.

“Gonna knot you,” I say in a rush, the words pouring out without my permission. A heady possessiveness overwhelms me and I’m powerless to do anything but feel it, crave it, need it. “Gonna knot you so good, omega. Gonna make you mine .”

My knot fills with blood, stretching Avery’s hole impossibly wide. I pull it out only to plunge it back in, his slick doing its job and making the slides in and out of his tight little hole easy. It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m pushing it in fully, crying out as it expands. My knot locks the two of us together and I’m overwhelmed with pleasure as my seed splashes against his insides.

“Oh my gods,” I say through clenched teeth. “Fuck!”

“Frost!” Avery’s body convulses around my knot as he finds his own release, once again making a mess of the bed beneath him. Jesus Christ, his body feels so good, massaging my knot. It’s like his body is desperate to milk every last drop of my seed. His body is greedy for it.

My hips twitch against his ass, chasing the last bit of pleasure before I slump against him. Avery lets out a groan but this time, it’s less pleasure and more annoyance.

“Was that okay?” I quickly ask and I get a warm chuckle in reply.

“That was more than okay. That was fucking mind-blowing,” he says, readjusting so that we’re both on our sides with me spooned behind him, my knot still locking us together. “But I was in the wet spot. Gross.”

“Sorry,” I say sheepishly. “Next time I’ll make sure not to drop you into the wet spot once we’re done.”

“Next time?”

I freeze. Shit. I shouldn’t have assumed this was going to happen again. I shouldn’t have assumed Avery would want me for more than this. Before my worries can get the better of me, Avery reaches back and slaps my hip.

“Stop freaking out,” he says, “yes, next time. I don’t want this to end, Frost. I have very real feelings for you and I want to see where this goes. I was just kinda surprised you felt the same way.”

“I do,” I say in a rush. “I really, really do.” I wrap my arms around him and kiss the back of his shoulder where a beautiful bruise is forming. “I care about you a lot and it feels so surreal because it’s coming on so quickly but these feelings are real. I’m doing my best not to completely freak out because at any moment, you could rip that all away and leave me heartbroken.”

There’s some time where neither of us speaks. Finally, Avery breaks the silence. “I can’t promise anything,” he says softly, “but I can feel that this is special. I’ve only just gotten you but already I feel like I could break if I lost you.”

“We agree on that,” I tell him, kissing the back of his head. My knot slowly goes down and I pull myself free. “Shower?”

“Shower,” Avery says with a nod. We both get out of bed and head into the shower. Gods, he’s so fucking hot. If I’m not careful, I’ll end up knotting him while standing in the shower and I’m sure that would end in disaster.

Instead, we take our time washing each other’s bodies. Avery notes that there’s not a single mark left on my skin from his mouth and that next time we fuck, he’ll be the one on top so he can have his mouth free to roam. I don’t think I could dream up a better scenario even if I tried.