“Tell me,” he commanded.
“No,” I croaked.
“No what?”
“I don’t want safe.”
“What do you want?”
I swallowed, the confession sitting on my tongue. What was truth and what I wanted warred with my pride.
He smirked, stepping back as if he were going to leave.
I reacted, my hands grabbing at his sweater, yanking him back to me. “Danger. I want you to fuck me. Shatter me.” My voice was husky and demanding.
He went rigid as my mouth brushed his, but I ignored him, taking what I wanted. Electricity detonated inside me as my mouth took his. He was still for a moment, not kissing back, then a growl vibrated up his throat. My spine slammed back into the wall, his physique pushing against mine, his hands raking through my hair as he consumed me.
Hungry. Raw. Desperate. Ferocious.
Like neither of us had any control.
Even if it had been by only one person, I had been kissed a lot, but nothing—I mean nothing—was like this.
His tongue slipped past my lips, and my loud moan echoed into the chilly air. His reaction was urgent, lifting me up, my legs clutching around him. My bare pussy rubbed against his jeans.
“Fuck, Dinah.” His hips pushed into me, fingers digging into my scalp, drawing me to frantic levels. The cold, icy, aloof guy was gone. Frost consumed me as though he were the one possessed.
Fierce. Dirty. Wild.
“Fuck me. Now.” I felt so crazed I no longer cared if anyone walked by or the owner of the house caught us. Not once in my life had I ever felt this out of control…this desperate to feel someone deep inside me.
Fiddling with the button of his jeans, he moaned deeply as my fingers wrapped around him, stroking him.
“Fuck!” he growled. “How do I feel this so much?”
I shoved down his jeans, the tip of him sliding through my folds.
“Oh godddd,” I cried out, trying to adjust so he could thrust into me.
“No,” he groaned.
“What? Why?” Desperation took over.
“Not as him. This douchebag.” Frost snarled, motioning down to Trevor’s body. “When I fuck you, and I will, it’s going to be me, not him.”
He dropped my legs to the ground, but before I could protest, he dove down to his knees, his hands pushing the tiny skirt fully up to my waist. He pushed me against the wall, staring at me, his tongue sliding over his lip. “But I have to taste you now.”
I sucked in sharply as his mouth skated up my inner thigh as he grabbed one of my legs, pulling it over his shoulder. His tongue licked through me, and I dug my nails into the wood of the house. He slipped two fingers inside me, slowly pumping them as his tongue worked my core.
A cry broke from me, my hands going to his head, pulling him close, my hips moving, wanting more.
“Fuck, Dinah, you taste un-fucking-believable. Like the sweetest snow.”
“Are you telling me I taste like a snow cone?”
I felt him chuckle against me, forcing my lids to flutter. “The sweetest treat I’ve ever licked.” He withdrew his fingers from me, his mouth taking over, his tongue going deeper. A strangled noise ripped at my esophagus, and I widened my legs for him.
As if something in him snapped, he seized my hips, holding me in place as he roughly sucked, bit, and licked me like he was starving. His tongue slid even higher, and I gasped. Icy cold licked through my heated folds, stimulating every inch until pain and pleasure again were battling it out, ripping the oxygen from my lungs. He plunged in even deeper, licking back into a spot that quaked my limbs. A string of nonsensical words and cries belted out, my body and mind breaking apart. The brutal sensations claiming me were almost too much, and I wiggled to get away. Frost clamped down harder, holding me in place as he ruthlessly devoured me, my body violently shaking as it burned with an orgasm.
Pleasure I had never felt before shredded what was left of my brain, my body reacting on instinct. I dug my nails into his scalp, my pussy rocking against his mouth so intensely my vision blurred, and my muscles started to shake.
“Frost!” I cried out, feeling my climax rushing for me, spinning my head. I didn’t want this feeling to end, but the need for more pleasure was impossible to fight. He rammed my leg higher, his tongue curling and licking against the walls I had built around me, his thumb rubbing against the bundle of nerves.
I was lost. I was found.
I was nothing. I was everything.
My world exploded. My heavy moans pitched through the void as I convulsed, pleasure rupturing through every cell in my body, feeling I couldn’t get any higher.
Sharp daggered teeth bit down.
I was wrong.
I know I screamed. The sound pierced the air, but I was no longer in my body but hurtling off all planes of reality.
Bliss flushed through me so violently, I couldn’t control myself, flopping around like a fish. Frost held me against the house, my legs giving out, my body jerking with the orgasms, until I slowly came back to myself, my chest heaving. For a moment, I swore his canine teeth were long daggers, a pointed tongue sticking through, but when I blinked, it was gone.
“Tell me, little one.” He stood up, his figure looming over me, his mouth glistening from me. “You still think no one owns your pussy?”
My eyes darted up, fresh desire trailing up the back of my thighs, squeezing my core as if it were answering, You do.
“Stay away from my brother,” Frost snarled before leaning into me, his mouth claiming mine in a hungry kiss, flaring desire through me. I could orgasm merely off the way he kissed me.
“It’s mine. Only mine,” he growled into my neck, his finger brushing through me again, jolting my spine. He had the power to make me go from liquid to fire in an instant.
I wanted more.
“It’s mine to own, to punish.” His hand tugged at my skirt, brushing it back down my thighs, covering me, his touch lingering. “Tomorrow. A deal is a deal. It’s time you face your crime, Dinah.”
“What crime?” My question barely made it above a whisper.
“Your car is here.” Frost stepped back, nodding his head to the Uber driving up.
I stared at it blankly, forgetting where I was or why a car waited for me. All I understood was if he started to touch me again, the driver watching or not, I would do whatever Frost wanted. I would not feel even an ounce of shame to strip naked and fuck him against this house with the neighborhood watching.
Frosted fruitcake. Panic looped around my throat. This was not like me. At. All. It was the opposite, actually. I was always in control, always staying in my lane. I never showed much PDA in public. I was respectful and good.
Fear pushed me off the side of the house, the shock of how willingly I would go to the other side. And how fast I did.
Marching for the car, I opened the back door, looking over my shoulder.
Empty.
Darkness filled the spot where he had been.
I turned back, climbing into the car, a gush of wind twirling up my hair.
“Tomorrow.” His voice nipped at my ear before I slammed the door, a shiver running down my vertebrae. The driver took off for my house. I stared off blankly. My logical mind was passed out in the corner from the orgasm. My body, on the other hand, felt every single occurrence of what happened tonight.
It didn’t just want more. It craved it…demanded it.
Like I had been possessed.
Chapter 21
The vivid erotic dreams tormented me all night and woke me up with need throbbing at the top of my thighs. The fabric of my tank rubbed painfully at my hardened nipples. I was craving another hit.
I was an average twenty-something woman. I woke up horny a lot and many times had pleasured myself when Scott was already gone or I couldn’t be bothered to wake him up. But this morning the need was beyond anything I had ever felt, making me whimper. No matter how I tried to deny it even happened or pretend I
had dreamed the entire evening, my body knew differently. My pussy could still feel Frost’s licking so deep inside I forgot my damn name. Every inch of skin ached for his touch, his mouth, needing the coolness of his tongue to sedate my burning heat. The ice-cold sensation going up into me like that…oh god.
The memory had my fingers gliding down my body, pushing into my underwear, wishing it was him instead. How fast it woke something in me. Just a hint of what Frost could do to me made me eager for more. To try more. Much, much more.
What the hell is wrong with you? Scott has barely been two nights away from this bed, and you already want someone else in it? Have you even mourned? Wanted to fix things? Missed him?
Shame poured over my desire, ceasing my own pleasure. I rolled up, my gaze landing on the blanket covering the mirror. The pull to it was palpable; energy pulsed off it in waves, calling to me.
“You come to me tomorrow. And I can do anything I deem worthy of your punishment.”
“No,” I snarled, getting up. “You don’t own me.”
I had broken the glass anyway. There would be no way to go to him, which I forced myself to be pleased about.
“Screw them all.” Frost, Blaze, Mr. Basketball, Jacob, and Scott.
I had a therapy session later in the day, but I couldn’t stay in the apartment until then. After taking another quick shower and dressing, I headed for a coffee shop in the opposite direction of the one I went to before. I could never show my face there again.
Standing in line, the smell of coffee filled my senses. The need to feed my caffeine habit kept me oblivious to everything around me except the barista.
“Dinah?”
My body jerked at the familiar voice, then a strange sense of excitement and dread plunged down to my toes.
Oh, Christmas gravy.
Slowly, I curved around, peering up at the familiar face, my gaze dropping to the mouth that had been on me.
“Hey.” Trevor grinned eagerly down at me, his hazel eyes glinting. “I was hoping to bump into you sometime. I am surprised to see you. My lucky day.”
My jaw wouldn’t unhinge, and I stared at the guy who had been on his knees, eating me against a neighbor’s house last night.
Though all I had felt was Frost, it didn’t take away from the logical part of my brain stumbling over the details, knowing I had been extremely intimate with the guy in front of me.
“How are you doing this morning? I’m still a bit hungover.” His flirty smile widened.
“I’m okay,” I replied.
“From what I recall of last night, you looked hot.” His scrutiny ran down me. “Can I buy you coffee?” He stepped past me, already ordering from the barista. “Dinah?”
“Cinnamon latte,” I responded robotically. My stare dipped to his hands, recalling the way those same fingers moved inside of me, gripped my hips, and trailed over my figure, lighting me on fire.
“Oh, tree tinsel,” I muttered, my hand going to my head, feeling like I wanted to pass out. Everything was so topsy turvy and crazy; there was no box you could put what happened last night in. The guy I had practically fucked against the house wasn’t really him, but a holiday cartoon character, who was actually a sexy man living in another realm called Winterland.
“Oh god.” I pinched my nose, my breathing labored. If I had sex with Frost last night, it would have meant I actually had sex with Trevor too. That thought swished bile in my stomach.
“Hey? You okay?” Trevor’s voice popped my head up.
“Oh, yeah. Fine.” I swallowed, not able to look at him. “Headache.”
“Yeah, I feel you.” He grabbed our coffees, offering me mine. “Sit with me? We didn’t get to talk much last night.”
Uh. No. We certainly didn’t do a lot of talking.
“Ummm… I can’t, I have an appointment. Maybe another time,” I fibbed, pointing over my shoulder, already stepping back. “Thank you for the coffee.”
“Wait.” Trevor countered my steps, his tall frame close to mine. “Everyone says Jacob and me were fighting over you last night, and I disappeared for a while after you left.” Trevor rubbed his head. “I completely blacked out. I don’t really remember anything.”
Spikes of terror speared into my lungs. His hazy memory only solidified everything that happened last night was real.
“It’s okay.” I tried to step away again, but he clutched my arm.
“No, it’s strange, but I have this deep feeling in my gut that…”
I swallowed audibly.
“Did we…did we hook up last night?” His regard dropped to my lips. “I would hate if I fucked you and I didn’t remember.” He leaned in closer. “I had crazy dreams where I had you pinned up against a house, my tongue deep in your pussy, but at the same time, they don’t feel like dreams. I woke up, and I swear I could taste—”
“Oh god! I need to go. I’m late.” Panic whirled inside me like a helicopter, the need to run moving my legs for the door. I realized Trevor saying those words to me made me feel nauseous and disgusted with myself, though when Frost said them, my blood heated and craved it.
“Wait, Dinah!” he called after me, but I was already out and darting down the sidewalk. “Dinah!”
“Sorry, have to go. Late!” I called over my shoulder, not stopping.
My world felt as if it were tipping over, leaving me afloat and alone in my craziness.
Sometimes going a little crazy is the only way to find your way again.
Crazy.
Bonkers.
Insane.
All labels I would slap on myself, but inside I felt none of them were accurate. I was caught between what society would tell me and what my heart felt.
Fear of being “wrong” or not normal was deeply embedded in my gut, creating the person I was now. A Type A personality who lived by the rules, making lists and plans. Controlled. Safe. From what my mom said, I hadn’t always been this way, so what changed? Why?
My feet seemed to have a mind of their own, directing me back to my flat, like I was being summoned by a force I couldn’t see, leading me to answers I was terrified to learn. I didn’t stop until I was standing in my bedroom, staring at the covered mirror, my heart thumping in my chest.
Running into Trevor had deeply unsettled me, my brain having trouble with truth and fantasy, cracking lines in my reality. The ground moved and shifted under my feet, and I felt the earth no longer wanted me here, like it was telling me I didn’t belong.
The lure to the mirror swirled around me, energy bumping my legs forward. Air punched in and out of my lungs, a whimper on my lips as I inched closer, feeling a power coming off it. My curiosity and need to solve things held more weight than the dread stomping on my chest.
“You come to me tomorrow. And I can do anything I deem worthy of your punishment.”
The mirror is broken. I can’t go, I said to myself, but deep down, I sensed the truth, something that once again either showed I was totally sane or totally nuts.
My arm stretched out, the pads of my fingers brushing up against the comforter, my gut sensing something I was afraid to see with my own eyes. My hand yanked at the blanket, and it fell from the frame.
I inhaled sharply, more scared because I knew what I would find. The mirror was intact. Pristine. Like the day I brought it home and hung it.
“Fuck a nutcracker,” I strangled out, my head spinning.
I had shattered and destroyed the mirror, but here it was, magically repaired. As if nothing could keep me away from him, the link going against all logic and science.
“Dinah…” Whispers tickled lightly at my ear, brushing my skin. The middle of the glass started to swirl, hypnotizing me. “Come, my dear. Be our guest…”
This time I didn’t hesitate...
And gave myself over to the madness.
The fortress was silent as I moved through it, heading below. A thrill of excitement and fear curled up the back of my neck like a cat. I was scared to see Frost and, at the same
time, I was afraid of not seeing him.
I wouldn’t say I came because he told me. I was here because I needed answers. Not because the pull was so powerful that I longed to see him.
Nope. Merely for answers.
I heard Dor sigh from the same room I had found them in the time before, and I inched closer to the door. “Stop being so dramatic.”
“I almost died! Died!”
“You stepped in a cardboard box.”
“It was a bear trap. It locked on and wouldn’t let go. It was so traumatic,” PB’s deep voice exclaimed. “How I suffer, and you don’t care.”
“Fudge bricks! You are making me want to drink again.”
I peered into the room. PB was stretched over the huge mattress with pillows in a theatrical pose, while Dor sat on a pillow next to him, sucking on a drink.
“Uhhhggg! What is this crap?”
“Peppermint, basil, rosemary, oats, and gooseberry tea.”
“Are you trying to kill me? This is like fruitcake in a glass.”
“Now who’s being dramatic?” PB rolled his eyes.
“This is awful! This teetotaler crap is like coal in my stocking every time I take a drink.” Dor’s face twisted up, and he batted at his tongue. “Ack! It looks promising on the outside, but when you see what’s on the inside, you’d rather get run over by reindeer.”
“I find it refreshing.” PB took a sip of his. “Plus, it’s good for your fur, and you have to stay on the wagon after the other night.”
“Best night of my life,” Dor huffed, folding his arms in a pout.
“You know what happens when you drink.”
“I’m actually happy?”
“You have no off switch.”
“I found it now.” Dor stuck out his tongue at the tea, shoving it away.
“Remember the countless times you almost drowned in mead while singing ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star’?”
“Better way to go out than drinking this crap.” Dor flopped back on the pillow.
“Spying, little one.” A deep voice vibrated in my ear from behind, my muscles jolting with fear as my body responded to his baritone voice as if it were trained.
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