part0019

C losing time finally came and went. I was in the back fixing my hair when a knock at the front brought me out. It was time.

I smoothed my hand down my shirt as I came back from the back. Jack had his right knuckles raised against the glass. I paused to take him in.

Woah. He was wearing skin tight clothes, no hoodie in sight. His hair was styled up. His skin was dark against the light which made his eyes stand out even more.

He opened the door as soon as I unlocked it.

“Hey.” He took my hand. “Thank you for giving me a second chance. You look beautiful.” Our fingers twined together naturally.

I closed the door, locking it quickly with my other hand. I wasn’t letting go of Jack’s unless he did.

“I can’t wait to spend time with you.” Looking up at him, I couldn’t help but stare at him a little dazed. He was actually really pretty for a man. He tried to hide it under all the baggy clothes he wore.

His pleased look was soft. “I don’t usually hear that. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little bit of a dick to pretty much everyone. The grump of the rink.”

He started walking toward the rink, pulling me along with him as I pocketed my keys.

“Everyone’s entitled to be an asshole once in a while.” Shrugging, I glanced around.

It looked like pretty much everyone had left. The lights around the rink flickered on as we approached it.

In the middle of the ice, there was a table set up with two foldable chairs facing each other. There was a black table cloth and candles that were already lit. Two plates were covered by silver domes.

I stopped and Jack paused with me. When I looked up at him, he looked to the side sheepishly, as if embarrassed. The tips of his ears looked like they turned a deep red off the lighting was any indication.

“Jack.” I squeezed his hand which made him look back at me. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

“Watch your step.” Jack watched my feet as we made our way across the ice. It wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it was going to be.

I thought I would slip for sure--- And there it was.

I started to slip, my fox freaking out, but my ass never met the ice. An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me up against a very impressive hard chest.

“Careful.” Jack’s voice held a sultry note. He had to be feeling what I was. It was like his touch sent electrical signals to every part of my body. It was ready to go with him.

Right there. On the ice.

We got to the table and Jack pulled out the chair for me. When I sat, he easily slid it in. I grabbed the napkin and fanned my face.

“Did it suddenly get hot here?” I looked around.

Jack sat across from me, and I swear to God, he gave me a Flynn Ryder smoulder. Yup. My ovaries were now awake and raring to go.

“We’re in the middle of an ice rink. Pretty sure it’s actually cold.” He held up a finger. “If you’d like it to be colder, I’d be happy to help. After all, I am the Winter King.”

It began to snow. Not the spelled snow that the area usually had, but actual snow. Big flakes fell softly around us but it didn’t touch us. It was like there was a bubble of air around us that the snow fell around. It was beautiful against the dark sky and the lights around us.

Jack removed the covers on the plates and the smell of steak made my fox growl in hunger.

“Oh, dang. This looks amazing.” My fox whined.

“I liked the food at your place, but I have to confess,” Jack picked up his fork and knife, “I’m more of a pink meat eater myself.” He kept his eyes locked with mine as he cut a piece, chewed it slowly, and swallowed.

My laughter spilled out over the area. My stomach jiggled with how hard I laughed.

“Are you referring to my pussy as red meat?” I was having a hard time getting the words out.

That’s when he did it.

Jack laughed. He threw his head back and laughed in delight.

“I guess I am. Was it really that bad of a pick up line?”

I shook my head, grabbing the napkin again, this time to dab at the corner of my eyes where I’d actually started to cry.

“It was bad. Not in a bad way. But, yeah, that was bad. You and Billy will get along swimmingly.”

“I’m a little rusty at all of this.” His look of happiness made me want to melt. I just wanted to keep watching him. “I’ve not had a proper date, or relationship, in centuries. I don’t think you could call what Titus and I have a relationship.”

I’d just picked up my fork. “What do you mean?” Please, say lovers.

“We’re fuck buddies.” His bluntness was refreshing.

SCORE! Maybe they’d let me watch. Well, I knew Titus would.

I took a bite of the steak and had to swallow the moan that wanted to come out.

“I see.” Trying to appear nonchalant was killing me. If my tail was out, it would be wagging like a dogs. “Will you continue to be ‘fuck buddies’?”

Jack moved his head to the left, exposing the side of his neck. Those veins were impressive and I had to resist the urge to bite him, to mark him as mine. Somehow, the idea of diving over the table seemed like a bad idea while we were on a blanket of ice.

“I guess that would depend on you.” He started to eat his dinner again. I noticed that he cut precise pieces of whatever he was eating.

“If I said no?” There was no way in the nine hells that I would say that.

I watched his expression carefully. If I hadn’t been, I’d have missed the flicker of sadness that flashed in his eyes before it disappeared.

“I would respect that since you’re my mate.” His answer was almost robotic.

Man, I had hit a nerve. My fox purred in triumph. Oh, this would be fun. There was no harm in teasing him.

“That’s good.” I took another bite of steak. Damn. It was good. I’d have to ask who made it and see if I could order from them. “I mean, I have to tell you.”

Jack had looked down at his plate. Maybe I could tease him later.

“I hope you’ll let me watch.” I took a sip of the wine. It was a rosé and actually pretty tasty.

Jack’s head jerked up so fast, I was afraid he would have whiplash.

I kept my face neutral. “I hope I can watch?”

His mouth gaped like he was a fish out of water. I was having a hard time not cracking up.

“You’re alright that we’re lovers?” His hands gripped the sides of the table.

Alright. Time to stop teasing the poor guy.

“Of course, I am. You’ve known each other longer than I’ve been alive. Besides, I have three mates. It’s not like I can say anything. Why would I? You are both consenting adults. But, even if, for some stupid reason, that I wasn’t okay with it, it’s not up to me. It’s your body.” Leaning forward, I touched his right hand. “Besides, I think it’s hot. So, can I watch?”

There was silence for almost a full minute. I had started to feel awkward. I’d just started to pull my hand away when he turned his over and laced our fingers together again.

“I want you to watch. I want you to be between us. I want to watch you ride me while sucking on Titus’ cock. I want to be fucking you from behind while Billy takes your mouth and Titus fucks me.”

Every word made my cheeks flush. By the time he finished, I was pretty sure I could be mistaken for a maraschino cherry.

Well, alright then. Good to know we were on the same page.

I grabbed my napkin with my other hand and started fanning myself again.

“Holy shit.” I couldn’t look at him. I was going to combust right there.

“That’s a yes?” Jack’s voice was whispered, but I could hear the satisfaction in it.

I nodded. “Hell yes.”

His chair slid out as he stood. He was at my side right after. I was on my feet, my arms going around his neck as his lips moved to meet mine.

Fireworks. Electricity. An ice storm. That’s what his lips felt like as they moved across mine in a searing possession. His hands gripped my face as his tongue plundered inside to fight with mine.

When I sucked on his tongue, he growled so low, I could barely hear it, but, boy, did I feel it. My hands ran up under his shirt, my nails dragging along his skin. I wanted to mark him. Show the world he was mine. And Titus’. Perhaps Billy’s one day.

“Come with me.” Jack pulled back. His eyes were glowing white and I noticed that the snow around us had kicked up into a frenzy but didn’t touch us in our little bubble.

“Here?” I was fluffy, but ice was still cold. I knew we’d break the table with how hard I wanted him to fuck me.

He chuckled, this time it sounded evil. I wanted him to do that more. It did things to me.

“No. I’ve had to clean up the ice when others have had sex on it. It’s a mess. Besides, I want you in a soft bed so the bruises you have are from my body. Not the ice.”

I whimpered. Yup. I was a goner.

Jack waved his hand at the table and it just disappeared. I had to close my eyes and reopen them several times slowly to make sure I was seeing what I’d just seen.

“Wait. How?” Words were good.

“I’m the Winter King, refr. ” He said it like that would explain everything.

“Okay. You’re going to have to explain it a little more.” I placed my hands on my hips.

His sigh was annoyed. I pursed my lips about to say something bratty when he leaned down, swung me up over his left shoulder and started moving off the ice.

I squeaked. “Jack! Put me down!”

His answer was to squeeze my ass and his fingers dipped between the crack to rub at my pussy. Another squeak came out.

“My magic is the season. I am the season.” He stepped out of the rink and began moving toward what I assumed was the small building he worked in and lived.

I assumed because I was hanging upside down. I slapped Jack’s ass.

“I can walk!” I wiggled but he just squeezed my thigh.

“Yes, but I like you this way. Easy access.” He laughed at his own joke and I shook my head, smiling.

Soon, we were inside and I was flipped over his shoulder onto a bed.

“Oof!” My grunt was cut off by Jack’s lips. “Mmm!”

He didn’t give me a chance to look around. Honestly, I didn’t care.

Jack held himself above me as he kissed down along my shoulder. I pushed his shirt up, revealing his flat stomach.

“Sit up.” Jack moved back, kneeling in front of me. “Take your clothes off.”

My body moved at his command. My clothes were pushed to the floor before I could think. His gaze ignited my blood.

“Stop.” He leaned forward, his hands cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and index fingers. “You’re so beautiful.”

My fingers ran through his hair. When he pinched my nipples, I tightened my fingers, pulling the strands tightly.

“Can we do the pleasantries and lovey stuff later? I was promised bruises.”

Jack grinned. “Alright.”

His hands gripped my waist and I was on my hands and knees.

“Oh!” Another squeak that turned into a moan as he slapped my ass before his palm rubbed the area.

The bed shifted behind me. I looked over my shoulder and moaned. Jack was naked. His cock was wide, it would stretch me out. My thighs quivered at the thought.

What caught my attention were his tattoos. One on each hip that flowed up his ribs. His tattoos were snowflakes with a flurry of snow that wound upward. Then I noticed his left nipple was pierced.

Holy smokes. Jack was smoking hot. I wanted to trace the tattoos with my tongue.

“Jack.” I shook my ass. “Hurry up.”

He did that evil chuckle again and my pussy was raring to go. His hand ran up my back as his other held his cock as he lined up behind me.

“You’re so wet, baby.” Jack’s cock pressed into me slowly and I swear my eyes saw the inside of my brain.

As Jack moved inside of me, slowly, it was like a tornado within my chest. The mate bond went crazy as it settled. That hadn’t happened with the other two, but as soon as it solidified, Jack’s hips moved in hard thrusts that I ended up having to clutch the sides of the bed because I started sliding forward.

The pain of our skins slapping together was an aphrodisiac. I’d be getting those bruises he promised. At least for a few hours until my shifting healing abilities healed them. His hand smacked my other ass cheek and my head fell forward onto the single pillow on the bed as little gasps fell from my lips.

With my ass up, my face down, I felt more vulnerable than I had in years. Yet, as he continued to fuck me senseless, I knew I was desired and wanted.

My pussy wanted his cock to stay inside as he began to pull out all of the way before slamming into his hilt in teasing strokes. With the heat of his chest and the feel of his skin, as he leaned over my back, I lost myself to one of the biggest orgasms I’d experienced. My scream was muffled in the pillow as his hands tightened around my hips and his speed picked up before he followed shortly after.

His weight shifted from my back and his body heat moved to my left side, next to the wall. His hands gentled as he pulled me half on his chest and he pushed the hair out of my eyes.