Page 124 of My Monster's Keeper
I shake my head, but it’s too late. My nature rips through the veil I keep, and I’m standing there before her.
My white hair floats to my ankles behind me, twirling around the air. I’m two feet taller, on my left hand, each of my fingers is tipped in a long silver talon that’s two inches long, the right has black tipped, if I were to look into the reflection, I would find pale white, almost blue-tinged skin, a most ethereally beautiful face with huge black eyes.
I am the pretty trap.
A beautiful demon.
Her mouth parts, and her eyes rove over my body slowly, taking me all in.
“I will kill you,” I say hoarsely.
“No, you won’t.”
I advance towards her, easily closing the distance in two of my giant strides. I snap my arm out, gripping her throat. A collar of ice wraps around her throat. Sliding icy tendrils down her chest.
She shivers and swallows hard, but the scent on the air isn’t fear. No, it’s lust.
I lift my other hand, dragging the black tipped talons down her face. She cries out as they leave long red marks.
“Do you think you can take this?” I whisper seductively. “Can you really take all of me?”
She reaches up, grasping the hand that’s around her throat. “Yes.”
I’m perplexed. I’ve never had anyone want me before. Not when they see my true nature. Fear me, loathe me, revile me, they never lust for me.
I try to remove my hand, but she grabs the other and slams it to her throat.
A burst of heat wraps around the ice around her throat and turns the ice to boiling water before it vanishes into steam.
She pants, her eyes wild.
I stare at the red burn on her throat in the shape of a snowflake. Her eyes rise, and we stare at each other.
“Stop being so scared, Frost. I’m not afraid.”
My control snaps, and I step towards her, my hair fanning out behind me. I grip her wrists and tug them upwards, lifting until she is hanging from my hold and our faces are level.
My temper sizzles out and then eases, but still, I turn, casting my eyes over the hallway around us. Ice snakes out, wrapping itself around the walls, the floor, and the window.
“No one sees you,” I say in a fierce whisper.
“Fine,” she agrees.
I sit down in midair, waving a hand so my clothes disappear, so I’m naked to her view. Her slow perusal of my body heats my blood, but when she gets to my blue-tipped cock, she pauses.
“May I?”
I incline my head, and she reaches out and carefully places her index finger against my cock.
“Cold,” she murmurs.
I gasp when she wraps her entire hand around me and then leans down to take me in her mouth. My eyes widen, and it’s all I can do not to buck up into her mouth and force her to take all of me. This is…divine.
“Becks,” I stutter out her name.
“So good,” she murmurs and does this thing with her tongue that makes my mind go blank.
I pant and reach down, sliding my fingers through her hair and then gripping it tight. She moans and laps at the underside of my cock before dipping down, engulfing me in the furnace of her throat.
