My arms shook from the effort, and I pinched my eyes shut, attempting to ignore the unfolding scene between this villainess and my mate.
Jack’s growls intensified to the point of rattling the globe that entrapped me. “It found you unworthy because youfuckedup, Diedre. When will you understand that your fate was ofyourown doing?”
At the same time, Diedre responded with a shriek so shrill it could split mountains, my magic burst from my palms, colliding with the glass andcrackingit. The sound reverberated in my ears, and I gasped before risking fluttering my eyes open. The pattern fell from top to bottom in zig-zag like an unruly lightning bolt. My wings flicked taut, and I charged forward, wincing as I slammed my shoulder into the globe.
There was a blinding flash of white light and swirl of icy black dust before my knees thumped to the ground, my hands following. I kept my eyes shut from fear of where I’d find myself, but as my fingers grazed splintered wood against my skin, I smiled.
“Sylvaria,” Jack cried out.
My wings fanned out, flapping excitedly when I met Jack’s glacially glowing blue gaze.
“What in the freezing seven hells?” Diedre cried out, her attention turning on me, black claws raised.
Jack charged toward me in full ice creature form, his arms splayed wide. “Sylvie, hide your wings,” he roared.
His words caught me by surprise at first, causing me to hesitate. As I folded them back, willing my wings to disappear, a black vine flew toward me over my shoulder, clipping one wing in the top corner. I wailed, the pain striking into my neck and upper back. Jack wrapped his arms around me, taking more of the voracious vine strikes into his own icy armor. Snow, mist, and ice crystals swirled around us like a wintry tornado. Then suddenly—we disappeared.
Our bodies fell into a slump of chilly, powdery snow. Towering evergreen and silver birch trees hung overhead, theirbranches weighed heavily with snow. A cardinal perched on one branch, its bright red feathers a stark contrast to the blanket of white. It tilted its head at us, giving a single tweet before a female cardinal flew beside it and the two blissfully took to the skies together.
Sitting up on my elbows, I felt my body as if Jack’s snowy magic still entwined me. “How did you do that? Can you appear anywhere you want?”
“No,” he responded, his jaw set, and a steely demeanor overtook his features. Jack reached for my wing, healing the torn tip. “I can only go where I canseeand only in my realm.”
A cloud glided overhead, its shape bearing a striking resemblance to that of an hourglass.
Mates.
“Jack,” I shouted, scrambling to my knees and already fumbling with my clothes.
Jack stood still, the ice carved into his brow bone furrowing, watching me.
Pausing with my hands at the ties of my blouse, I reached for his mystical creature’s face instead. The palm I pressed to his frozen cheek made the ice there shimmer from my touch. “We’re running out of time.” Pulling the string, I opened the shirt, revealing my breasts to him before slipping it from my shoulders. “You need to claim me, mate. I accept this. I want you. I want all of it.”
The glow in Jack’s gaze radiated as he roamed my bare breasts. A square patch between his hip bones began to shift. Gulping, because I had no fucking clue what I was in for, I removed the rest of my clothes and flared my wings. The snow was comforting, settling between my toes and embracing my ankles and shins.
Jack moved closer, his height having grown an extra foot from his fae-form. This was the first time I’d seen him like this,when he wasn’t fighting, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t the least bit nervous.
“Sylv, not like—not like this,” he whispered with a pained wince, his voice in creature form deeper than the fjord valleys. The icy barbs on his forehead and cheeks sheathed in and out as if Jack and his creature were battling for control.
Tracing my fingers over the overlapping ice flaps appearing like ab muscles at his stomach, I trailed upward until I reached his chest and pressed my palm there, pulsing warmth into him. “Diedre is probably already looking for us. It has to benow.”
Gulping again, I turned my back to him and slowly bent forward, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. My pussy was on full display to him now, and, biting my lip, I spread myself further, inviting him totakeme. Peeking over my shoulder, a long, thick appendage appeared from the rectangular slit. His cock, too, was pure ice, still retaining the bulbous head, but down the length were several carved ridges. At its base was another rotund portion, double the size of the head. He lurched forward, but paused again, his chest heaving at the sight of me submitting to him.
“Take me, Jack. I’m yours,” I whispered, fanning my wings for him and making them sparkle.
Those words struck something feral in him, and he prowled forward, grabbing one of my hips and guiding me to my knees. His other hand moved my head toward the ground, holding me there as the tip of his cock teased my entrance. It was so fucking cold, and I already shivered with anticipation at how it’d feelinsideme.
As he slowly pushed inside, I let out a raspy gasp, my knees buckling, but Jack’s hand on my waist kept me from collapsing into the snow. Just when I thought all of him was in, he pushed the rest of it, that final bulbous end slamming against my ass.
It was so deliciously cold and thick. I never imagined experiencing such a sense of fullness. My insides pulsed and clenched around him, acclimating to the new intrusion, accepting it, wanting more of it. Languidly, he stroked the apex of my wings, rubbing back and forth, making me squeak at the way it made my stomach flutter. He rocked in and out of me, slowly at first, and picking up speed when he felt me relax.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out.
His chilly palm moved from my hip, sliding against my stomach until it reached my breasts, grabbing and kneading one. He thrusted, the icy protrusions at his hips rubbing against my ass, surprising at first but soonsowelcoming. The ridges on his cock rubbed on and off that sensitive, small area within my core. Every time one brushed, it made me dig my fingers into the snow, grabbing handfuls, pleasurable moans and groans echoing from my throat.
Jack pulled me upward with a palm pressed between my breasts, his lips lowering to my ear. “No other female has taken this cock, Sylvaria.” When I tensed at that because how could that be possible, he added, “Mycreature’scock. Do you know why?”
Shuddering, coming fucking undone at the seam for him, I shook my head.
