Jack snatched my wrists and pulled away, gazing down at me hungrily, like a lion who’d caught his prey. “Considering we’re not in any rush, there are matters I need to attend to that got neglected.”
A flutter whooshed through my core, surging to my clit and making it throb. Jack trailed his touch between my breasts, dragging over my stomach, and at the center of my hips. The dress misted away in mystical spirals of snow and iridescent sparkles as he went. Jack tugged my hips, inciting me to open my eyes and look at him. The creature still played in his gaze, the ice forming over his forehead. When he smiled, those devious canines extended, and the long, dark blue tongue flicked out.
Winter’s blessing.
The rest of him remained in his fae form, and he swirled that tongue around my navel, flicking it from one hipbone to the other. He curled his arms behind my thighs and hoisted my ass from the bed, bringing my pussy within an inch of his mouth. His icy breath pooled over the sensitive flesh there, and I gripped the sheets, already crying out from the sensation. And then Jacklicked. One torturously slow lap of his tongue over my center, the coolness of it seeping into my skin and giving me a euphoric shiver.
Jack licked several more times from top to bottom, pausing only long enough to suck on my clit and making me scream. Pulling his tongue back into his mouth, he kissed my inner thigh and smiled against it, grazing one of his fangs over my skin.
“Do you want more, faerie?” Jack’s monster surrounded those words, gravelly and deep, but it was still entirely him. Both sides of him had always been him, and now it felt like a union between all of us.
Panting, I sat up on my elbows. “Yes,” I growled out, imagining if I had my own inner monster what she’d sound like.
Jack pushed me back to the bed with a firm hand on my chest. My wings fanned out, cradling me as I nestled into the duvet again. Jack plunged his tongue inside me. I tensed, gasped, and my back arched from the bed. It was wet, it was cold, and it moved inside me so erotically I couldn’t think straight. It twisted, writhed, licked, and when it reached that sweet spot deep inside, itflickedthere repeatedly. Jack had pushed his tongue so far in that his lips met my center, morphing from his softer fae mouth to his colder, harder creature.
Everything altogether was so overwhelming, I writhed on the bed, my knees trying to hitch, my hips attempting to rotate side to side. But Jack held onto me, not allowing me to do any of it as he ate me out like a snow cone covered with the elixir of fuckinglife. Flick. Flick. My muscles were already tightening, the release building, but when Jack tipped his nose to my clit, rubbing there with it, I came completely undone, screaming into the rafters.
Jack slowly slid his tongue out and kissed each of my thighs, a smug grin still poised on his lips. “I saw the way you looked at my creature’s tongue that day, Snowflake. How could I possibly not give you precisely what you desired?”
An icy sheen of sweat coated my body and face. Laughing from the barrage of endorphins rocketing through my veins, I sat up enough to curl a hand around Jack’s neck and pulled him on top of me. “Finish the ceremony, Jack. I need you inside me.” Clutching his shirt, I made his clothes disappear in the same fashion he made mine.
Flashing one canine, Jack positioned himself between my thighs. While he kissed me, he used one leg to hitch under my knee, spreading me wider for him. The tip of him teased my entrance, and as slow as a melting iceberg, pushed himself inside. He’d done it this way when he took my virginity so that I didn’t endure any pain. This time, he did it so we could savor the moment, because now wecould.
He pulled away from the kiss, staring down at me and sharing the same breaths with me. In and out he rocked, slow and delicious enough to make me quiver, my nails digging into his back. My winged mark on his arm glittered and pulsed, making the sensations more pronounced. Jack was my mate, my husband, and now I was hisqueen.
Jack pressed a light kiss to my forehead, his fingers grazing my hair. “Sit up for me.” With his hand guiding my back, we sat facing each other, him still buried deep inside.
His rock-hard muscles were on full display without the icy ridges of his creature. I played my fingers over his abs, traced the underside of each pec, and squeezed his bicep. Jack presseda hand to my ass and guided me forward and back, encouraging me to rock myself over him.
“Tell me, faerie,” Jack started, reaching for one of my wings. He gave a feathery touch to the top, making me shiver, and moved it toward the center of the forewing. “Which part is the most sensitive?”
Sucking in a shaky breath, I swallowed and answered, “The central point between them. Right at my—” Before I finished, Jack found the spot, his fingers grazing up and down over my spine.
I clenched around his cock, the sensations from his touch on my wings making me see stars behind my eyelids. No one had ever touched me there. For faeries, it was more intimate than even our breasts. It led to a nerve ending that traveled nearly the entire length of our torso, including where Jack was buried now.
“Too much?” Jack asked, still lightly stroking behind my wings.
Wrapping an arm around him for leverage, I bucked on and off him, making our hips slap together with each stroke. “Keep doing it, Jack,” I whispered, my head lulling back from the electricity sparking beneath my skin.
Jack lowered his lips to my nape and grazed his fangs over my skin, nibbling and sucking. We worked in tandem now, thrust for thrust. His hand tantalized my wings, and I dug my nails into his back, scratching him because I damn well couldn’t help myself. Jack sank his teeth into me, but not as deeply as when he claimed me. This time was for pure pleasure andfun. My insides quivered around him, a surge I had never experienced building within my core. When it went taut, my magic burst from my hands and mouth, filling the room. Jack growled against my throat and released inside me in icy hot spurts that prolonged my orgasm.
Jack chuckled, light and carefree. “You’re a marvel, Syl.” His lips pressed to mine. “And clearly, you want every room to look like your ice castle.”
My eyes flew open and panned the bedroom. Ice coated the floor, the ceiling, the chandeliers—everything had been frozen. “This is exactly why they were afraid of me. I’m unpredictable, I?—”
Jack shut me up with a kiss, his hand kneading at my jaw. “Sylvaria, my queen, my mate, my eternal love, you’ve done nothing but turn our room into ice. Nothing. You arenota danger here.”
My eternal love.
Tears blurred my vision, and I pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his thrumming heartbeat against my palm. Heat pooled against my skin. Not icy warmth like everything else Jack exuded, but actualheat. “Jack, your heart.”
A knowing, cocky smile quirked Jack’s lips. He brought my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles. “Only for you, Snowflake.”
I’d come a long way from the faerie lands buried deep in the Norwegian mountains. Arcane Cove found me, and with it came lifelong friends who understood me and accepted me. Now, because of a magical small town, I’m forever bonded with my mate, and ImeltedJack Frost’s icy heart.
A year later…
“Aella,”I shouted, shimmying from the bakery’s backroom with my tenth tray of sugar cookies. “How are they doing with the decorating out there?”
