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“You should chain me back up,” he whispers. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep the beast back.”

I simply shake my head, walking on quiet feet towards the side of the bed. I settle on top of it, the plush mattress cushioning me. The Frost King watches me through heavy-lidded eyes. He prowls towards me, placing his hands on either side of my hips. I breathe in his scent and feel my nipples harden.

“Stay with me. I want to be with my mate tonight.”

A shiver runs through him, and he shakes his head.

“You don’t know what you're asking for.”

I smile up at him as I slip my shift off my shoulders and let it pool around my waist. The warm air licks over my bare breasts. They are already begging for his touch. I rub my thighs together. Any nerves I have about what I’m asking for are gone. I want this—I need this. I won’t allow the curse to prevail without us claiming each other, if only for a night.

Taking his large hand in mine, I settle his cold palm against my heated skin.

“Then show me.”

24

DOVE

I’ve never seen the Frost King so unleashed.

His hand tightens on my breast, and before I know it, he’s pinned me to the bed beneath his hard body. Lips meet mine in a devastating kiss. His hardness settles against my stomach, setting my blood on fire. My hands go to his back muscles, tracing every groove and contour.

My legs fall to the sides, and he gently slides them between them. His tongue dances with mine while he softly pinches at my nipples. The temperature inside the room is boiling. My heart beats in time with his—we are one in this moment.

The worries that exist beyond the door can’t touch us here. There is only us and our shared breaths. He is not a cursed beast, and I am not a human tribute. We are mates, reveling in finding each other after all this time.

Mates, the word is primal yet feels exactly right. From the beginning, I knew how I felt for him wasn’t normal—at least not by human standards. He understood me in ways no one else had. My body desired him from the moment we met. Our souls are one, and I can feel them knitting back together in this glorious moment.

“Dove,” he groans. “I—I’m trying to be gentle. It’s been a long time, and—I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I say, kissing him. “Be my first time, Frosty.”

He chuckles at the nickname, licking into my mouth with devastating softness. His fingers drift lower, exploring my fevered skin. Skimming over my sides, I gasp into his mouth.

“Ticklish?”

I nod, capturing his lips with mine. His icy fingers stray from my ribs and wrap around the shift bunched at my waist. I lift my hips to help him tug it off me. He tosses it somewhere in the room and hisses when my heated center presses against him.

His mouth leaves mine to explore the expanse of his neck and shoulders. The warm, wet lick of his tongue sends shivers down my spine. Light pours from my necklace, enjoying our coupling almost as much as we are. He nips at my pulse and gently sucks on the skin of my throat. My eyes close, and I give in to sensation.

“Watch me,” he commands.

My eyes flutter open as his mouth descends on my chest. He licks over one pert nipple while he molds the other breast in his hand. I arch my back, thrusting them further into his grasp. Pleasure licks along my body and increases the wetness forming between my thighs. A flush breaks out along my chest and cheeks as he releases my nipple with a pop.

“Delicious. My pretty mate is sweet everywhere.”

“I—I need more,” I pant, the fire inside me raging.

Frosty gives me a knowing smirk before sucking my other nipple into his mouth. I moan as he rolls it between his tongue and teeth. My hands raise to cup his head and hold him to me. All the while, I feel his cool fingers tailing over my stomach in a gentle glide.

I gasp as his hands find my wet center. Firmly, he cups me there, letting me thrust myself against his palm.

“Wet and soft,” he groans. “Perfect.”

He skims a finger up my slit, teasing my wetness. My legs fall further apart, the muscles aching. His thumb brushes against my clit, and my whole body reacts. I nearly come off the bed at the barest touch.

“I need a taste,” he murmurs against me.

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