My heart throbbed in my chest with the ease with which she said it.
“Jack, I’m going to ask you one question, and I want you to be honest with me.” Sylvie quirked a blonde brow, awaiting my agreement.
“Alright.”
She stepped closer, dragging the lace train behind her. “When I offered you that cupcake. Were you going to take a bite of it before telling me it would be me accepting our bond?”
My blood froze, and I clenched and unclenched my hands several times. There was no point in lying about it. Either I lied and she saw through my bullshit, or I told her the truth and she’d forgive me or tell me to take a hike. Either way, I’d know.
“At first, no, I wasn’t going to tell you because I wanted you tethered to me no matter what the cost.”
Her throat bobbed, and a frown formed on those gorgeous, plump lips.
“But, right before the frost goblins attacked, I was riddled with guilt, and I wasn’t going to take a bite.” Risking it, I took Sylvie’s hand in mine and brought it between us, pressing a chilled kiss to her knuckles. “And that’s the truth.”
Sylvie slowly nodded, her faerie magic surrounding us in shimmers of cerulean, silver, and white. She produced an identical cupcake to the one she’d offered the first time and heldit up to me. “Then take a bite and join me for a soak.” She edged her head past the pond where a small hot spring resided, surrounded by snow-covered moss and grey stones.
My chest squeezed, tightened, and the creature’s carnal desires surged, knowing what this all meant. Keeping our gazes locked, I took a bite, blue frosting covering my lips and the tip of my nose. Sylvie stood on her toes and delicately slid her tongue over my lips, licking away the icing, followed by sucking the tip of my nose.
She backed away, working down the shoulders of her dress, displaying those perfect, porcelain breasts. The seduction waltzing in her eyes was like she’d done this act a hundred times over. The fact that this was new territory for her, however,mesmerizedme.
Sylvie sauntered to the hot spring, letting the dress fall past her ass and onto the snowy bank before dipping a toe into it. She beckoned me with a single finger.
My mate may have never been entirely with a male, and may not have the experience to back her brazen display, but my creature growled at the sight of her naked form disappearing into the steamy water. As I followed her, I knew she was blossoming into a seductress because ofme.
There wasno sound explanation as to how I’d found my inner vixen. All of Jack’s forms were gorgeous—the fae, the man, the icy parts of his creature. The anticipation of what was to come, now that I had started it, had me in a tantalizing mix of excitement and trepidation. The warm water was a delicious embrace to my skin, the coldness of my magic reacting to it, creating floating ribbons of steam. I turned in time to see Jack naked, standing at the pool’s entrance andwatchingme. My gaze unabashedly roamed his chiseled, muscled form, starting at the sleeve tattoo wrapping his right arm, the carved chest muscle, six-pack abs, and that thick, intimidatingcock.
It appeared the same as the male I’d been with all those years ago, another fae, but Jack’s glowed with bright blue veins that matched his eyes. I sank into the water up to my breasts, letting my nipples peek above the surface. Jack took calculated, slow steps into the spring, pressing his hands to each side of the stones surrounding me. He lowered his face to mine and kissedme—hard, deep, and with such ferocity I could tell he’d been holding it in for centuries as he claimed.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, my own impatience wearing thin, I kissed him back—feverishly, ravenously. With my touch, he could withstand the heat from the hot spring to enjoy its warmth. His icy beard pressed against my chin, cooling my face, while my legs remained warm from the pool. Jack curled an arm around my lower back and carried me to the edge, resting me on the snow-covered moss. Snowflakes fell around us in droves, collecting in my hair and eyelashes.
Jack lifted a finger, his magic surrounding it, turning it into shimmering ice. He dragged it between my breasts, the chilled sensation calling to me as a winter faerie, making my wings go taut. Jack moved to one nipple, flicking it, and making me moan before sliding his finger down my stomach. He paused above my clit, teasing me there, gliding back and forth before pressing against it. The intensity had me writhing, but Jack kept a hand at my back, steadying me. When he moved his finger lower still, I sucked in a breath, realizing what he was about to do.
Flashing my eyes open, I gazed between my legs, watching his icy digit slowly slip inside me. My head rolled back and I dug my nails into Jack’s shoulders, panting at the icy hot bliss surging through my core.
Jack growled, pumping in and out of me now before lowering his lips to my ear. “You’re chilled perfection. Not warm at all.”
Blinking, unsure if I could manage a coherent sentence, I peered at him. “Not warm? Is that a bad thing?”
A second icy finger slipped in, filling me more, and I whimpered.
“It’s anamazingthing, faerie. Heat makes me uncomfortable. Ihateit.” Jack fucked me with his fingers, his bicep bulging with every thrust. “It’s always been a need to satisfy my creature, and it’s always nearly driven me mad. Butnot with you, Sylvie.” Jack kissed my jaw, my cheek, my nose, before feathering his lips against mine. “Not with my mate.”
The euphoria built and built until reaching its peak. I cried out, shuddering through my release. A whimper bubbled at the back of my throat when Jack removed his fingers, the emptiness devastating.
I traced my fingers over his ice beard, fighting the urge to slump to the ground in a satiated heap. “I never knew it could feel that good.”
“Sylvaria,” Jack whispered, gravelly and rough. “You havenoidea.”
Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I pulled him to me, kissing him, devouring him, hungry for more and more and whatever else he could give me. “Show me.”
A wicked grin slid over Jack’s lips, and he grabbed both of my calves from the water, propping them on the moss. He took one of my legs and stretched it to one side, pulling the other in the opposite direction so it dangled in the pool. Jack cupped one of my ass cheeks, kneading it, before lifting it to reveal my pussy to him. A guttural groan escaped his chest as he ogled me. I leaned back on my elbows, furiously biting my bottom lip.
Jack positioned himself at my entrance, and I stared at the glowing cerulean veins pulsing faster, matching his racing heart. He slowly pushed inside me, locking his gaze with mine, watching my every reaction, my body language. I winced when the head went all the way in, partially from the momentary discomfort, but mostly because I didn’t want it to happen to him. Not Jack. Not my mate.
Jack paused and tilted his head, waiting until my expression relaxed before he pushed more of himself in. He massaged my ass, the other hand squeezing my breast and tweaking the nipple. “Relax, Sylvie.” He circled a thumb over my cheek,dragging it past my bottom lip, and catching on it. “You can’t give frostbite to the winterking.”
Jack drove the rest of the way into me, and my back arched, wings flapping so fiercely they fanned my hair. He held onto my hip for purchase, thrusting slowly at first, letting me get acclimated not only to having a male entirely inside me for the first time, but to the sheergirthof him. The chill from his cock sent jolts of icy bliss through my core. I’d been gripping tightly around him, but when I eased up, allowing the sensations of him rocking in and out of me, rubbing that sensitive spot at the center, Jack picked up the pace. He slammed into me now, his hips slapping against my ass, over and over.
