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“Yes,” I sigh.

“You.”Thrust. “Are.”Thrust. “Mine.”Thrust.

Taking my legs, he tosses them over his shoulders and readjusts his positioning. I’m nearly folded in on myself as he renews his efforts. The position makes everything tighter, and I can feel the veins of his cock dragging inside of me. My wetness aids him in going as deep as possible. He brushes up against a stop inside of me that has my stomach tightening.

“Come on my cock,” he demands. “I’m going to flood your pussy with my seed.”

“Please! I need it.”

“A part of me will always be in you—they can never separate us.”

His hands fall to my hips as he holds me in place fucking me with ruthless aggression. It is intense but not painful. Despite his rigorous pounding, there is still a gentleness in how he holds me. His pupils have blown wide, but there is no sign of the beast—only the male I’ve come to love.

The realization steals my breath and propels me towards my climax. I scream as my body erupts into flames. Every muscle in my body goes taught, and my pussy clamps around his hardness. Frosty snarls, pumping his hips roughly two more times until sheathing himself fully and emptying inside of me. The rush of his warm seeds heightens my pleasure.

My breaths are ragged as he gently removes my legs from his shoulders. His hands come down on either side of my head as he meets my mouth with a gentle kiss. Sweat makes our skin stick together. After a moment, he gently pulls out of me, and a rush of our mingled releases soaks my thighs.

I’ve never felt more at peace. A sense of belonging and finality settles over me as he wraps me in his arms. Exhaustion weighs on me, but I fight to keep my eyes open. He places lazy kisses against my shoulders, his hands gently skimming up and down my arm.

“How are you?” he asks.

Turning my head, I capture his lips. I should tell him what I feel, but this moment is too perfect for words. In the morning, there will be time for a full declaration. His heart pounds against my shoulder.

Surely, the curse will at least give us another day.

“I’m wonderful.”

He smiles against my mouth, but I catch a flash of sadness in his gaze. A coldness seeps from his body that I hadn’t noticed before. I narrow my eyes and try to roll over and face him. His lips press a kiss to my temples.

“I will never forget this night,” he says, and it sounds like a goodbye.

“What are you?—”

But the rest of my sentence never comes as the metallic scent of magic stings my nose. I don’t realize what he’s done until it’s too late. In an instant, I am asleep, drifting through the unending dark.

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THE FROST KING

She is beautiful—his mate.

He thought so from the moment he first laid eyes on her. Barely alive atop that platform, clinging to life yet glowing like a star. He could kill the people of her village for leaving her out there like that. There isn’t much time for revenge now. There isn’t much time for anything except this.

The final chance to look at her before it all goes dark.

The other half of his soul lays beside him, breathing softly. The one he’s waited centuries for. He remembers most of it now—the witch’s whispered words. Now that his time has ended, he can at least enjoy his memories once he’s frozen. Everything has changed, and yet there is no preventing this. Watching her chest rise and fall, he tucks away the sight of her as the ice creeps in.

Even the beast has gone quiet in supplication, surrendering to their shared fate.

If she was awake, maybe there could be a chance at ending this, but he knows in his heart it is already too late. The ability to be with her—to feel her warmth around him and bask in it—was one last kindness. He put her to sleep so she wouldn’t witness the change.

He’d laugh if the ice wasn’t already coating his lungs. It’s true—he was never meant to break it. If only they had had more time, but wishing for that would be useless. The ice creeps up fast, consuming his flesh. There is only time now for one final truth to be uttered from his lips.

“I love you, Dove.”

His final breath puffs into a cloud of frost against her rosy cheek.

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