Frost (Rolling Thunder MC Birmingham Book 3)

by Candace Blevins

  And he knew I would be. He had five casseroles. I ate one and a half by myself. He ate three, and then the rest of the one I didn’t eat.

  While we ate, we talked. The first thing out of his mouth was, “If you never want to do this again, it’s okay. I needed to put you through it once, and I tried to make you enjoy it, but I know it’s a lot to ask.”

  “It is a lot, more than I’d probably ever do for anyone else, but I sensed your need last night, and I wanted to quench it.”

  “When I was younger, I got into fights and hurt people who didn’t deserve it. Eventually, I let people pay me to hurt people. When someone needs to be tortured, I’m usually the one who does it. You should know there’s a darker side to what you saw, one that just needs to hurt. I keep it on a leash, now. I try to be responsible with it, but it needed to mark you. Not just hurt you, not just hear you scream, but mark you. It was important we turn it into pleasure for you, but...” He shrugged, and I could tell it cost him something to tell me.

  “I love you, Frost. I love the side of you with the icy blue eyes, and the side of you with the rich blue eyes. I understand why you refer to yourself as an us, sometimes. At first, I thought you were talking about the man and the owl, but now I know it’s also the...” I shrugged. “The sadist, I guess. The being in you who feeds off of pain.”

  His head snapped up and those crystal clear, icy cold blue eyes bored into me.

  “No one has ever figured that out.”

  “Maybe they didn’t love you like I do. I want to be the one you turn to when you need to hurt someone. Maybe not every time, but sometimes.”

  He touched my hand. “Then I’ll tell you when I have a need, and we’ll talk about the best way for me to take care of it.” Before I could respond, he changed the subject. “You aren’t as stiff as you were when you first woke up. Will you let me rub a soothing cream on your breasts, back, and ass?”

  “I don’t think I can lay on my front.”

  “Come to the bedroom. See what I have set up.”

  The cabin wasn’t that big, so within two dozen steps I saw two huge triangular shaped wedges. One would support me from hips to just under my boobs, and the other would support my shoulders and head. My breasts would dangle between.

  “Yeah. That’ll work.”

  Two hours later, I’d been massaged everywhere that didn’t hurt, and gently rubbed with a soothing cream in the places that did.

  He’d fed me ice cream with chocolate syrup, and he was the most attentive, caring, gentle caretaker I’d ever had.

  Why on earth would I want to change and go home?

  Frost

  Shapeshifters heal faster than human even if they don’t change, so thirty-six hours later, she was well enough she didn’t want or need me fawning over her.

  We changed together, ate, hung out on the mountain a while, and then changed back to human and went to our home. It didn’t matter that it was in her name, it was where we lived now. It was ours. Moving my clothes and home office in had been all I needed, but she’d gone the extra mile, so it was also our kitchen now.

  And once we moved my things into the den, it would be our den. It hadn’t really been her den before, but she was right that mixing our things up made it more ours.

  We both worked a week of twelve-hour days to try to gain ground after taking a few days off, but that was okay. We still ate dinner together and slept together, and Cheyenne only worked eight hours on the days she had the kids. She sees them three days a week and she treasures her time with them.

  And honestly, I love having them around, too. Someday, Cheyenne and I would have our own kids, but until then, I was more than happy to help her raise these three. I’d grown to love them, and I was more protective of them than even Cheyenne, sometimes.

  Once life fell into a rhythm and we were both mostly caught up with work duties, so we weren’t stretched thin, it was time for another serious conversation. She’d agreed to give me a long weekend to hurt her two or three times a year, but I needed to talk to her about it again once she had some distance from it, when she wasn’t hurt. I brought it up at breakfast one morning when the kids were at Gil’s house.

  “If you decide you don’t want to do an intense weekend again, you just need to tell me. It isn’t like you promised and you’re backing out. I don’t want any promises from you on it. I need it to be a new decision, every time.”

  “And if I couldn’t?”

  “Then we’ll discuss alternatives for me to get what I need. I can take on torture jobs, or I can pay a pro-sub who allows for that kind of damage. Not to fuck her, because the owl wouldn’t let me, but just to hurt her.”

  “How does one even put oneself on the market for a torture job?”

  “There are...” I sighed. “Agents, I guess you’d call them. Middlemen. They match up the job with the right person for it, and they have ways to make sure law enforcement isn’t involved.”

  “I assume I have four to six months before this is going to come up again. I’m fairly certain I’ll want to do it, but I guess it’s good to know the option to say no is there, without screwing us up.”

  “I needed it to be you once, but it never has to be you again. You accepted that part of me. You didn’t look at me as if I’m evil, you didn’t turn away.” I took a breath and repeated myself because I need to be sure she heard me. “It never has to be you again. We’re good, kitty cat.”

  I wanted to talk to her about orgasm denial, but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Oh, by the way, I think it might be nice to give you orgasms on our fifth wedding anniversary, and then not let you have an orgasm again until our sixth anniversary.

  You can’t just say that out of the blue. Plus, she might not thrive with long-term denial. We might never make it more than a month.

  “There’s something else. What?”

  I lifted my gaze and met those pure, focused, brilliant green eyes.

  “Orgasm denial.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Fucking sadist. Okay, what about it?”

  Keeping it from her didn’t feel right. She needed to know my intentions.

  “I want to see how far we can stretch it. A month? Three months? A year? Longer?”

  She stared at me, in shock. Disbelieving.

  And yet, even I could smell her arousal.

  I grinned. “The idea of it turns you on.”

  “No.”

  “Maybe,” I countered.

  She shook her head, but the scent of her arousal grew stronger. “A week almost killed me. I can’t go longer.”

  “Maybe, maybe not. If you can’t, then we’ll know your limit. Maybe your limit is ten days, maybe it’s a month, maybe it’s six months. There are subs who eventually are given what they know will be their last orgasm ever. No more, at all. I don’t want that for us because I love feeling you jerk and spasm around my dick, but I’d like to eventually play around with seeing how long you can go.”

  She sat still, with only her head moving — shaking back and forth in slow motion.

  I shrugged. “Like I said, we don’t know how you’ll deal with it, so I can’t say it’ll be for two weeks, since you may hit a wall at ten days, and I don’t want to set you up for failure. I don’t want to do it now, or even anytime soon. Let’s agree to a week leading up to our wedding, so our wedding night will be special, and then wait three or four months and have a start date, when we won’t know when the end date will be. I don’t think I want to go over a month on our first try, but that won’t be the goal. Anything over, say, ten days, we’ll call a win.”

  “How will you know when I’ve hit a wall?”

  “I can’t tell you.”

  She stared at me, figuring out why I couldn’t tell her. “Because knowing the symptoms will bring them on faster.”

  “Yes.”

  “But once I have them, I’ll know them the next time.”

  I shook my head. “I’ll stop it before you realize what the symptoms are. Before it’s
bad.”

  She relaxed and took a drink of juice. “Okay. But we don’t do it until we’ve set a wedding date.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Cheyenne

  Seven months later

  I’d wanted a small wedding, and I’m pretty sure Frost did, too, but he’s part of this huge organization, with so many people who wanted to be there, that it just kind of blossomed into something neither of us had been prepared for.

  And so, here I was on the morning of my wedding, completely freaked out.

  Gen, Angelica, Iris, Velvet, Tess, Kitty, Ember, Cora, and Kirsten were at my house, mainly because we’d all spent the night drinking and talking.

  I heard some of them working on breakfast, and Ember stood in the bathroom with me, her arms crossed. “Don’t you dare freak out on me. I’m not that kind of girl. If you’re going to freak out then I need to go get Velvet.”

  “I’m not going to freak. Or, not much, anyway. I just realized it’s here, today, and I’m going to have to stand up in that huge room in the country club in front of freaking hundreds of people. I have to walk in that dress, and there will be steps.”

  “Oh, I can help with that. I thought you were getting cold feet.”

  “No, not cold feet. I’d walk over hot coals if that’s what I had to do to marry him,” and to get an orgasm later tonight, but she didn’t need to know that part, “but walking down the aisle and up the steps to the little stage with everyone watching me makes the cat want to run and hide under the damned bed.”

  “I still have to do Swan stuff with Sophia sometimes.” She made a face. “Princess stuff, where you’re expected to be naturally graceful because of your breeding. It sucks, but it won’t kill you.”

  “I’m not worried about dying.”

  “What are you worried about, exactly?”

  “People looking at me. Me messing up and making Frost look bad. These people are here to see him, not me.”

  “No, they’re here to see the two of you join your lives together legally, under the law.” She touched my arm. “Look at Frost while you walk to him. He’ll be the only person in the room who matters. Don’t even consider anyone else. Look into his eyes and focus on him. I promise, that’s all you need to do, and everything will be fine.”

  I’d been looking at her in the mirror, but I turned to look at her head on. “Yeah. Okay. I can do that.”

  By the time we made it downstairs, Nora was in the kitchen as well. She, of course, was also part of the wedding party. The boys would be there as well, in their tuxes, standing with Frost, which meant Gil had to come. He didn’t really want to watch his ex-wife remarry, but his children needed to be there, so he was going to buck up and be an adult.

  By the time the white stretch limo picked us up hours later, my hair and makeup were perfect, and so was everyone else’s.

  Frost

  Never has anyone more beautiful walked down the aisle. This woman who loved me so fully, so completely, was going to vow in front of all of our friends that she’d spend the rest of her days with me, till death do us part.

  We’d designed matching wedding bands. Simple platinum bands with a single diagonal row of alternating jadeite and blue diamond, embedded so we didn’t have to worry about knocking them loose. On the inside, the jeweler had stamped a tiny feather and claw.

  There was no way to pick who should stand beside me, but in the end, I’d had to. Squatch had both rings, waiting until we needed them.

  But I only had eyes for the beauty walking down the aisle to me in a white wedding dress without an ounce of lace on it, because she isn’t that kind of woman. It was elegant, and classy. Clean lines that showed that gorgeous figure off without baring any of it. The only decoration was pearls sewn onto the high neck, the cuffs, and the tiny little waistline. It had a built-in corset, which wasn’t exactly fair because my dick tried to grow in my pants despite the huge audience.

  I’d heard someone talking about how tiny her waist was in the corset, but I hadn’t seen it.

  She didn’t know it, but we were going to start making use of corsets and waist cinchers in our kink, because that look flat out did it for me.

  She climbed the steps, her gaze holding mine, and I once again fell into the beautiful vibrant green.

  “Your eyes are deep, deep blue,” she told me.

  “I love you more than it should be possible to love another human being.”

  She grinned. “Well, I’m not entirely human, so it’s probably okay.”

  We’d decided to go with the standard vows, including honor and obey for her, but not me, of course.

  But when the non-denominational minister got to the part with the rings, she said this part, instead of him.

  Her clear voice rang out over the room. I could hear her nerves, but no one else would be able to.

  “Green and blue. Feather and claw. You and me. Forever.”

  I repeated it back to her, and we put the rings on each other’s fingers.

  I remembered how she’d answered me when I asked her to marry me, and I followed it up with that. “Forever. Us. In whatever form that means.”

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  Aaron and Sophia's story can be found in The Dragon King.

  The epic saga leading up to the battle between good and evil starts with Only Human.

  McGyver’s story can be found in McGyver.

  Angelica and Bash’s story can be found in Bash.

  Razor and Matty’s story can be found in Razor.

  Keep reading for an excerpt from, Razor.

  Bibliography

  If you enjoyed Frost, you may also like the other books set in the same universe, though in different series.

  Chattanooga Supernaturals series, paranormal romance:

  The Dragon King (Aaron Drake’s story, and the first time we meet Duke and Brain)

  Riding the Storm (Kendra and Eric’s story)

  Acceptable Risk (Bethany, Ranger, Mac, and Jonathan’s story)

  Careful What You Ask For

  Hallowed Destiny – Forged by Darkness

  Uncaged (Ghost’s mother’s story)

  Cocky Queen

  Unhallowed Murder

  Unexpected Gifts

  Only Human series, urban fantasy

  Only Human

  An Unhuman Journey

  Of Humans and Monsters

  Defining Human

  Edge of Humanity

  Infinitely Human

  Unhuman Acts

  Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Series

  Duke

  Brain

  Bash Volume I

  Bash Volume II

  Bash Volume III

  Horse

  Gonzo (where we first meet Britches/Briana)

  Nix

  Ghost

  Bud

  Razor

  Bubbles

  McGyver

  The Birmingham RTMC

  Dementor

  Bobcat (April 16, 2020)

  Frost (Summer 2020)

  Squatch (2020)

  The Dark Underbelly of The Chattanooga Supernaturals

  Pride (A short story featuring The Lion King)

  Indentured Freedom: Owned by the Vampire (Gavin)

  Leashed (Abbott)

  An Elegant Weapon (Bran)

  A Dark(ish) Faerie Tale

  Slave

  Lady

  Consort

  Queen

  The Safeword series, intense BDSM contemporary romance

  Safeword Rainbow

  Safeword: Davenport

  Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon

  Safeword: Quinacridone

  Safeword: Matte (Sam and Ethan Levi’s story, we first meet Frisco and Cassie)

  Safeword: Matte – In Training

  No Safeword: Matte – The Honeymoon

  No Safeword: Matte – Happily Ever After

  Safeword: Arabesque (Frisco, Cassie, Abbot, and
Cam’s story)

  Safeword: Mayday (TBA)

  Check out other books by Candace Blevins at candaceblevins.com.

  Keep reading for an excerpt from, Razor.

  Razor Excerpt

  Razor moved from the Memphis RTMC chapter to Chattanooga to set up and manage a series of laundromats, because the local chapter needs more ways to legitimize their illegal income. He’s gay, but the Chattanooga chapter has accepted gay couples into their social circle, so he hopes they can accept him.

  Matty is about to graduate college, and he’s in the market for a Daddy. He walks into the RTMC bar with three of his girlfriends, and a huge hulk of a man rescues him from some rednecks. He recognizes the bouncer for the leather daddy he is, and sparks fly between them.

  Most of the MC is prepared to accept Razor as a gay brother, but they know they’ll have to figure things out as they happen once Razor is serious about someone. Will his ‘boy’ be an ol’lady? And can all the ol’lady rules really apply to a man?

  Razor is a raven, Matty is human. The RTMC fits into the local supernatural hierarchy in a myriad of ways, and Razor is already friends with Abbott and Spence.

  But a supernatural storm is about to blindside the club, and their personal ties to The Dragon King and Master Vampire won’t be enough to help.

  Warning: Male-male sexual practices are front and center in this book, not to mention it’s kinky as your grandmother’s old phone cord. Razor and Matty are heavy on the D/s, the S&M, and the B&D.

  Chapter One

  Razor

  I walked the length of the Rolling Thunder bar and restaurant, listening to conversations so I could stop any problems before they started. I’d transferred to the Chattanooga RTMC to set up some laundromats for the club, but all non-wolf shifters have to help at their other businesses during the three nights of the full moon.