Wed to Jack Frost, page 16
I nodded instantly, a shaky purr pouring out of my chest. My body was in overdrive, all my senses sharpened to the point of oversensitivity. I couldn’t wait.
“Good,” she said, walking around me. “You’ll get it all, puppy. Every inch.”
“Icy gales,” I muttered in awe as she stopped behind my back and I heard the sound of the lube bottle opening. “Can you… Will you be able to reach?”
Scarlett hummed without answering. She sauntered over to the pile of wood, picked out a low, wide stump, and brought it back to put behind me. I bit my lip, already planning to make a set of special furniture we would use to work around our height differences. They would be padded, so she wouldn’t hurt her knees, and…
Something wet touched my asshole, and I moaned, forgetting what I was thinking about.
“How’s this, puppy?” she asked, her voice low and throaty. “Ready to let me in?”
I bore down, Scarlett pushed, and a moment later, the tip of her cock slipped inside me. I gulped a deep breath, the sting making me tense up. She stopped moving, her hands settling on my hips as my tail desperately twitched.
“Are you all right?” she asked softly.
I nodded instantly, the sting already fading. “Please. Deeper. All the way in.”
She gave a low, pleased laugh and slowly pushed deeper, filling me until I whimpered. “All good?”
“Yes,” I hissed desperately. “Please. Fuck me. Please.”
Scarlett chuckled, the sound so confident and sexy, it made my nape prickle pleasantly. Gods, she was made for this. She owned me with her every word, every gesture, and it was as terrifying as it was sublime. She could do anything to me. Anything. And I would love it.
“Such a wanton furball,” she murmured, gripping my hips tightly.
I choked on my next breath as she pulled back and slammed in. My asshole clenched around the slippery intrusion, the base of my tail tingling with pleasure, my cock throbbing. After a few slow, exploratory thrusts, Scarlett found her rhythm and pounded into me, soft grunts of effort leaving her lips.
Soon, I pushed back against her, moaning loud. We were alone in the house, and I let loose, making sounds I’d never dared to make until she laughed breathlessly, egging me on.
“You sound so good,” she gasped. “Such a good puppy, loving this cock up his ass. You’re taking it so well. Such a good boy.”
I arched my hips higher, my cock pulsing hard, and Scarlett leaned into me with a low snarl. The dildo hit something deep inside me, a spot that throbbed with intense pleasure, and I shouted from the impact. “Like this! Please!”
She moaned in response and fucked me at that angle, making my asshole clench desperately, my balls swelling with my impending orgasm. I kept moaning and then sobbed when she grabbed the base of my tail, not gently at all, and squeezed it rhythmically in her fist.
I shook so hard, it was a miracle I didn’t collapse. But everything inside me was so hard with tension, clenched tight, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t…
“Come for me, darling. I want you to come all over the floor. Be a good boy, Jack.”
That did it. My cock and knot swelled, my insides grew hot, that spot in my ass bursting with tender bliss. Cum shot out of me, painting the floor in wild streaks as Scarlett kept pounding into me with abandon. It took a long time for my cock to stop shooting, and the moment it did, I cried with oversensitivity, my asshole clenching so tight, the thrusting dildo felt wildly unpleasant even as it kept teasing that delightful spot deep within.
Scarlett stopped moving, breathing hard, and then gently withdrew. I huffed out a hard breath, my muscles clenching over sudden emptiness. Moments later, she untied my tail, and it swished lazily, all tightness gone out of my body.
“Sit up, puppy. You’re shaking like a leaf.”
I sat on my heels and she came to kneel in front of me. She had taken off the harness, her body naked and gorgeous. Whatever she saw in my face made her smile as she reached up to stroke my cheek. I nuzzled into her palm, and she laughed softly.
“So? Liked your gift?”
“Yes. May I please make you come, too?” I asked, looking at her pleadingly.
Scarlett’s expression turned thoughtful. “Hm, I don’t know…”
“Please!” I begged desperately. “I want to show you how much I love this. How much I love you. Please, let me touch you.”
She stilled, looking at me with hooded eyes, and for a moment, the only sound in the bedroom was the crackling of fire.
“I love you, too,” she said softly after a while. “And of course you can touch me.”
My heart grew big and tight with affection. I took her in my arms, cradling her to myself, my tail wrapped tightly around her waist. I knew I loved her and she loved me, but until she said it, I didn’t realize how important it was to hear those words.
I laid her down on the bed and worshiped her with my tongue, fingers and tail. I took my time, playing with her slowly, her taste feeding my addiction. Her scent was all over my face and nose, and I drank her in, deeper and deeper, until she cried out and came, drenching me in wetness.
We fell asleep in our new home, the crackling of fire lulling us. My wife was in my arms, and all I could think about was how thankful I was.
I’d be grateful for the rest of my life that she hadn’t let me walk away. She got me to marry her, and it was the best decision of my life.
Epilogue
Jack
“Ma, will you tell me about the goats?”
Mother looked up from the mountain of potatoes she was peeling, her hands skillfully working even as she regarded me with a wide smile.
“The goats, eh? Is your father in the house?”
I narrowed my eyes at her before answering slowly. “No, he’s out drinking with old Sloane. Why do you ask?”
She threw the last potato in a basin of cold water and washed her hands under the sink. “Because if he hears me telling you, he will mope for days, and I can’t have it.”
I gaped at her incredulously as she turned to me, wiping her hands on her apron. “So that’s why you never tell us about Dad’s mistakes? Because he mopes?”
She harrumphed, wagging her finger at me. “You wouldn’t be so shocked if you knew what his moping looks like. He walks around with this wounded expression and barely says a word for weeks. No, no, my boy. I can’t stand it. And I did tell you about the goats, I’m sure. Or was that Ivo?”
I groaned, shaking my head, though I couldn’t really be angry with her. My mother had raised me and my brothers while having to manage my father, as it turned out. And, as Scarlett said, no one was infallible.
“You never told me. Can’t you tell your sons apart?” I asked her, pretending to be seriously cross.
She folded her arms on her chest, looking uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, Jack. When you have your own children and they start growing up, you will understand.”
“Good thing we’ll only have one, then,” I said calmly. “But not for another five years or so.”
Mother’s hands dropped to her sides and she gaped at me, completely dumbstruck. “Only… one? And only in… five years? Are you both crazy?”
I grinned, waving my hand nonchalantly. “You have six other grandchildren, Ma. Leave us alone. Now, will you tell me about the goats?”
She grunted, giving me a hard look that said this discussion wasn’t over. I gave her an innocent smile, already gearing up to deflect when she started pestering us. I would be nice but firm at first, but if she didn’t leave up, I was ready to get mean.
Meaning, I would explain to my mother that my and Scarlett’s sex life was so unique, it gave very low chances of getting her pregnant.
For now, though, Ma seemed to know what was good for her, because she dropped the subject of grandkids and got to the point.
“So, the goats. When me and your father got married, we got big money gifts from both our families. Your father wanted to invest in a business that would be profitable and set us up for a comfortable life. For some reason, he decided goats were the answer.”
I grabbed a beer and sat down, knowing this was going to be good. Ma sighed and put a platter of cookies on the table, nudging it in my direction.
“He bought a big herd from a family living on the other side of the mountain. Your dad put up a fence around the meadow that’s just outside of town. He was impatient. He got the owners to herd the goats here before making any other preparations.”
She stopped and nibbled on a cookie, settling into the story. I knew Mother took breaks before the important bits so I waited patiently, curiosity gnawing at me.
“When Trudy and Gerta arrived here with the herd and saw the fence your father set up, they laughed so hard, they actually dropped to their knees right there on the grass.”
Mother’s tail flicked as she grinned, her eyes growing unfocused, probably lost in memories.
“Why did they laugh?” I asked, taking a sip of my beer.
“Because those were good, healthy mountain goats that could jump as high as a Frost man. And your Pa built a fence that would barely hold in a feeble sheep.”
“Oh.” Well, yes, that was a mistake. “But couldn’t they take the goats back so he could rebuild the fence?”
Ma cackled with glee, her tail swishing excitedly. “That would have been the smart solution, yes. One I advised and insisted on. But your father badly wanted to prove something. So he told them to leave the goats and led them through the gate. Before Trudy and Gerta were gone, the goats were already hopping over the fence. It was magnificent.”
She chuckled under her breath, and I shook my head. “So, Dad still didn’t want them to take the goats back?”
“No.” She grinned, showing off her sharp teeth. “We spent the next week chasing after the damn things. They were all over town, eating laundry off the lines, walking around the main square, sometimes barging into people’s homes. By the time your dad put up a higher fence, only two goats were left. And I was so sick of them, I told him to just sell them.”
I was lost for words. So my father, with his plethora of lectures, tips, and loads of good advice, had done something so stupid? And wouldn’t even own up to it?
“He lost all your money, then?” I asked incredulously.
Mother huffed and got up to finish dinner. “Of course not! I put my half away as soon as he started talking about the goat investment. We invested it into the woodworking workshop. My father was a carpenter, and your dad had apprenticed with him. He had good skills and only got better with time. We did really well.”
I shook my head and drained my beer. “Well. So Scarlett was right.”
Ma snorted and turned to me. “You listen to that girl, son. She’s got a good head on the feeble neck of hers. You really had a stroke of luck, getting a wife like that.”
I grinned and got up to kiss her cheek. “In that, you’re right, Ma. Thanks for telling me about the goats.”
She sniffed imperiously and fixed me with a hard stare. “You can repay me by getting me a grandkid as soon as…”
“Goodbye, Ma,” I said, backing out of the kitchen. “We’ll see you at dinner!”
I went back to my carpentry shop, where I was working on a special set of furniture. It would stay in our bedroom and wouldn’t help with making any grandkids, that was for sure. After all, my wife would use it to fuck me, not the other way around.
THE END
Afterword
Thank you so much for reading Wed to Jack Frost! It was my longest addition to the series, but I couldn’t cut it short without sacrificing Scarlett’s and Jack’s character arcs. I hope it was a satisfying read!
Also, can I just say how I love my power bottoms and inexperienced dommes? I think it’s becoming pretty obvious that straightforward dom/sub dynamics are no longer my jam. I love exploring the power plays and all the ways two (or more) characters come together and interact to create something more than just the sum of their parts.
The Yule Lads’ Parade is actually a Christmas tradition that takes place in Iceland, but I imagine the Icelandic lads are far less mischievous than the ones described in this book. I’m also pretty sure they’ve never cursed anyone with cats, though I might be wrong.
If you want more Arranged Monster Mates in your life, there are 12 books out in the series already, with two more in this special Christmas round: Wed to the Dark Elf by Eden Ember and Wed to Krampus by Cara Wylde.
More books are coming in 2024, so keep scrolling to see what else we have in store for you!
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Wed to the Lich by Layla Fae
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Liches are almost gone, only a handful of us left. I must marry to keep my race from extinction, yet how? No living female will ever stoop so low as to marry a lich. People fear us. They say we are the harbingers of death, bad luck, rot and decomposition.
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Wed to the Dark Elf by Eden Ember
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Wed to Krampus by Cara Wylde
Is there anyone for me? Or am I meant to live and die alone?
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I don't know how old I am, either. Old, for sure, but I feel young. Young enough that I have warmth and love to offer, if only I could find someone to accept me as I am. My only option is the Temple, but even as I let them draw my blood for the DNA test, I have no hope they'll find a match for me.
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