Frost (Reapers MC Book 15)

by Elizabeth Knox

  “Get the fuck out of those clothes,” she snarls, rising. I watch her dip her fingers into her mouth and slurp them like she’s eating wings.

  She goes to her dresser and pulls out a brand new dildo, unwraps it and grabs straps. I throw off my top and shimmy out of my skirt, then begin to take my boots off. She rushes over to me, wraps a hand around my throat and glares into my eyes. “You keep those boots on.”

  My heart rate picks up even more from the excitement, loving the way she’s becoming dominant. I only hope she doesn’t expect to be this way every time we’re together. I don’t roll that way. There will be a time where I sink my cock into her, watching her whither and squirm the way I will for her tonight.

  I nod, “As you wish.”

  She strips out of her clothes and I get a good look at her bountiful rack, but not only those, the tattoos that cover her body. Each one appears to be a different work of art. Some dark, while some are lighthearted and fun. If you ask me, I’m seeing two different sides of her, and hopefully this is an indication she’ll be the best of both worlds.

  She slides the strap on over her legs and around her waist, tightening the belt before attaching the cock. It’s wide, not too long, but I prefer my cocks fat. Frost grabs me by the neck again and leads me over to the other side of her room. She forces me down headfirst onto a metal desk, causing my nipples to bud up hard as ice.

  “I’m going to make you scream all night long, Cheyenne, and fuck if you won’t feel me inside you for the next week.” There isn’t any warning that she’s pushing herself inside me, she just goes for it, filling me up.

  Frost grabs the back of my hair, pulling me so hard I feel like she’s teaching me some sort of nasty yoga. Every time she rams herself into me, my nipples grind against the chilling table. She pulls against my hair harder, forcing me to look back at her. “When I fuck you, I want to see the way I’m making you feel. Do you hear me?”

  She snakes her other hand around my waist, flicking my clit while shoving her cock inside me. “I said do you hear me?” She snarls, pinching my clit.

  I let out an inaudible scream. Pain mixed with pleasure.

  “Yes,” I finally manage to get out.

  “Good,” she chuckles.

  Fire burns through me with every thrust. I know I’m right underneath her, but damn I feel miles away. She pinches my clit again and this time I squirt. Frost picks up her speed, grinding herself inside me as fast as she can. Honestly, she’s making me feel like one of those girls in a porno but fuck it if I don’t mind. This is amazing. It’s hot, and it’s fucking addicting.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, trying to dig my nails into the table, but I can’t, ‘cause it’s fucking metal. Of course, I’m not thinking clearly right now, so when my nail breaks it doesn’t even phase me. Frost starts to slap her hand against my clit instead of pinching, and it’s like the match that lights the fireworks.

  I lose it.

  All of my control is gone.

  All of my sense of reality has been shot out the window.

  “Fuck, Frost!” I scream as it rushes through me. I’ve orgasmed so much in my life, but dammit, this is a first. I keep releasing, squirting so much that she pulls out of me and shoves her mouth against my pussy, laughing while I cum for her.

  I’m still cumming and she rises, turns me over, and shoves her cock back inside me. Both her hands are on my tits, twisting my nipples. Again, it’s pain mixed with pleasure as she twists but rocks herself inside me. “I don’t give a fuck if you try to act like this isn’t what you want, because your body is telling me otherwise. Your pussy loves me, as it should.” She licks her bottom lip for a moment before dipping down to kiss me.

  Her tongue pushes past my lips and I meet her intensity, shoving my tongue in her mouth. They clash like two ships at battle and I taste myself all over her. God, it’s exhilarating . . . tasting me on her lips.

  I want to taste her so bad.

  I want to give her an ounce of what she’s given me.

  She’s so close that I can tuck my hand under her strap on, so I do, and I rub her clit back and forth, reveling as she gasps in my mouth. “Now it’s your turn,” I whisper as I pull my lips away from hers.

  I’ll be gentle with her tonight, but fuck if I won’t show her I can be a dirty, rough bitch too. I’ve fucked a few women, but most of them have been gentle with me. But not Frost . . . and I’m totally down with the way she annihilates my cunt.

  Very soon it’ll be her screaming my name, and she can fucking count on it.

  God, she’d better fucking count on it.

  Chapter Nineteen

  After all of the mistakes we’ve made, how can we still not forgive others for their mistakes?

  ~ Unknown

  Crina

  It’s still so surreal. I’m pregnant and . . . I’m having a very hard time with it. It’s not the part about being pregnant that’s the problem. But, Chaz and I have been through a lot. For fuck’s sake we broke up for a hot minute. It feels like so much has happened in such a short amount of time. Like, I know this happens . . . but I’ve never been the type of woman this shit happens to.

  He’s ecstatic, but I wonder if maybe he’s faking it. I wouldn’t blame him at all if he’s really worried underneath it all. I mean . . . the last time he had a baby on the way it died, and then his girl killed herself. Sure, it might’ve happened years ago . . . but things like that linger around in the back of your mind, don’t they?

  Chaz is at the club, turning the extra room in his trailer into a nursery. He’s painting it with Cobra and Boog today, telling me he even ordered some gender-neutral furniture for the baby. It’s so early and I didn’t want him doing any of that, but when he sets his mind to something, you’ll have a hard time changing it.

  “Are you nervous?” Sorin asks.

  He’s sitting across from me on his sectional, cocking a brow because he knows me better than myself sometimes.

  I nod, then shrug. “A little, but then again not really. It . . . it doesn’t make sense, does it?”

  “No, but you’ve never made sense.” He smirks in a playful manner.

  Today he arranged for me to meet with our eldest brother, Mircea, who I have a strained relationship with. Mircea has done things . . . things I wouldn’t ever threaten him with, and now here I am, unsure why Sorin arranged a meeting between us. Sorin’s told me how since Mircea has been dating Bianca Petran, he’s turned into a bit of a different person. Said he’s nicer, has a gentle heart now and all that. Though, I highly doubt it.

  The front door to Sorin’s penthouse opens up wide and the devil himself struts through. Mircea has always had our father’s embodiment. With the fitted dark tuxes, ties and the way he carries himself . . . he’s practically a clone.

  “Crina, I’m shocked you bothered to stay.” Ah, there he is with his dickish attitude. He comes walking up and sits closer to Sorin, versus being too close to me.

  I’m about to speak when Sorin butts in, “Brother, I think it’s best we shove all this dramatic nonsense behind us. So many things are changing for us and it would be a shame for this . . . immature drama to come between the three of us. We are family. We are siblings. The Lazars should be sticking together, not declaring war against the others.”

  “No one has declared war, yet.” Mircea chuckles, looking directly at Sorin and then shifts his gaze to me.

  Sorin puts his arm over the back of his couch and nods, “Yes, but you’ve been so happy with Bianca. Things are going well between the two of you, right?”

  “Yes, but what does my relationship have to do with this meeting?” Mircea replies, furrowing his brows. Obviously, he’s not a fan of talking about Bianca in the least bit.

  “I’m only proving a point that both of my siblings are in happy relationships, and I’m so thrilled for you both.” Sorin tells him.

  But Mircea, oh my dear brother, Mircea, stares at me. “Let me guess, the Beaumont?” His tone is threatening, telling me he’d
follow through with what he said weeks ago. A threat I’ve done everything to make sure doesn’t become reality.

  “I’m pregnant, Mircea.” There’s no point in beating around the bush. I’ll tell him the one thing I’ve been keeping from the rest of my family, minus Sorin of course, and hope it’s enough for him to stop his aggressive behavior toward me, and my boyfriend.

  Mircea glances back to Sorin, “Is this a joke, or is she being serious?”

  “She isn’t joking,” Sorin grumbles, irritated by the question in general. And, he isn’t the only one.

  “Hmm, maybe it explains some of your behavior. Bianca told me about what happened when she was at the casino with Sorin.” Mircea adds.

  I know I should bite my tongue but fuck it’s a hard thing to do. Ready to drill into him, I open my mouth, but yet again, Sorin cuts me off.

  “The past is in the past. We’re the future of our Clan, so we should move forward. Brother, sister, we have a great responsibility to put our differences aside and coexist. I’m not suggesting we have massive family dinners or any of that, but we must remember, above all else, we’re loyal to the other first. Crina, do you intend to marry the Beaumont, considering you’re bearing his child?”

  “Jesus, this old school crap? Really?” I have a hard time refraining from rolling my eyes.

  “I only ask because if it’s a possibility, we have no choice but to view the man as family.” I see what Sorin’s doing here, demanding a cease fire from Mircea. He glances over to Mircea, “Wouldn’t you agree, brother?”

  “If they were married, things would be different. It makes no difference if he’s only the father of your child.” Mircea comments.

  “You wouldn’t just stop all the chaos you’ve threatened to create just for the sake of my child? I don’t want him or her to grow up without a parent, Mircea. Surely you can understand that.” My emotions fly out of me faster than Sorin can cut in. I don’t know if it’s a good thing, or bad one, but Mircea’s hostility toward me is only causing more problems.

  “She’s done everything you’ve asked, Mircea. Apologized to father and all of it. What more do you want from her?” Sorin questions, flabbergasted by his attitude toward me. Hell, maybe he’s as confused as I am at this point.

  “Wait, you don’t want anything from her . . . do you?” Then again, maybe he understands it now.

  Mircea whips his gaze at Sorin. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “You’re projecting your anger at Crina, aren’t you? For what father’s been doing all these years?”

  “What?” Mircea snaps.

  “You’re really pissed at our father, and her mother for their affair, for doing it right in front of our mother.” Sorin states and I know he isn’t wrong. It took me a while to figure it out, to put the pieces together until it made sense, but Mircea adores his mother. To see the constant disrespect she’s shown, is probably really hard.

  “I’m not going to talk about this.” Mircea declares, rising from where he was sitting.

  “Fine, then make an agreement. We will no longer harm the other. I won’t harm you or Crina, nor will I do anything to ruin your happiness. Vice versa, we will stand together as a united front, never being enemies.” Sorin speaks up, trying to get Mircea to agree.

  “Why do you care so fucking much?” Mircea grits his question out.

  “Because, one day it’ll only be the three of us. We’ll be the ones tasked with carrying the Lazar name, and considering you’ve been inducted as a Clan member, this should be extremely important to you moreso than myself. Plus, imagine what the others would think if they knew how toxic of a family life you had, and chose to do nothing about it . . . while Bianca’s parents have constantly preached about solid family values.”

  Sorin has him right where he wants him, pinning him in a corner he’ll have no way to get out of. Mircea takes a deep breath and nods, accepting what he’s said.

  “Fine. This is a ceasefire. I agree to your terms, but don’t expect me to be all bubbly and overly kind. We still have our issues, and they won’t go away overnight.” Mircea comments, keeping his eyes on Sorin for the most part before he shifts them to mine.

  “Understood,” Sorin replies. “Shall I pour us a drink to celebrate, and a sparkling water for the pregnant one?”

  Mircea and I both nod so Sorin gets up and goes into his kitchen behind us. His penthouse is massive, with a beautiful modern kitchen. His place was constructed to entertain, and he could have thirty or forty people in here easily.

  “Are you happy, about the pregnancy?” Mircea’s question throws me off guard. He’s never once given a damn about me, but it only confirms Sorin calling him out was the right thing to do.

  “I . . . I think? I’m not sure. It wasn’t planned, obviously.”

  Mircea nods, “Bianca is going through the same thing right now.”

  “Oh, you’re going to be a father?” I ask.

  Immediately his eyes drop, “I’m not the father of her baby, but I have agreed to act as a father to the child. It’s complicated, but . . . if it’s what gives me the ability to be with her, I’ll do it.”

  I furrow my brows, a bit confused when Sorin comes strutting over, handing us our drinks. “He’s in a weird sharing situation with Stefan Dalca. Apparently, Bianca and Stefan had a secret relationship for years. That’s who shoved his seed in her.”

  “Ew, Sorin.” I about gag at his awful porno vocabulary.

  “Was that really necessary?” Mircea asks, seeming as annoyed as I am.

  Tonight is our first step to move forward as siblings, and I should confess I didn’t think Sorin would really get Mircea to agree. But Mircea asking me if I’m happy . . . it gives me hope.

  It’s both a small step and a very big one.

  Now we’ll see if things continue to progress, but I sure hope they do.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sometimes, when you least expect it . . . good things happen

  ~ Live Life Happy

  Cheyenne

  Birds chirping outside of Frost’s window wake me from sleep, but it’s in the most blissful way ever. I’m not a morning person, but this morning I feel so happy. I feel reenergized, taking a moment for myself. More than I have in a long time if I’m being honest.

  Frost is laying on her back with the sheets just below her breasts. Light comes in from the window and illuminates every curve of her body. Her red hair spans down like she’s a cursed princess, cast under a sleeping spell.

  I watch the way she inhales and exhales, breathing deeply. Her chest rises and falls showing how deep of a slumber she’s in. I debate on whether or not I should push things, if I should fenagle my way under the covers and wake her up in the most glorious way possible, with my mouth over her pussy. My tongue grazing against her clit so softly, until she’s at the point where she’s going to come undone. I salivate at the thought of it, and now I’m at the point where I can’t deny myself.

  I lift the silk-like covers up and push her legs apart just a tad so I can weasel my body in between them. Her pussy is freshly shaven and smells of cupcakes. You know, like the frosted buttercream topping. Licking my lips, I nestle my mouth against her pussy, tasting the decadent sweetness that she is. And surprisingly, she’s wet. I can’t deny myself from sucking her clit into my mouth, reveling at the way it hardens up for me.

  Her body reacts to me instantaneously, which is something I can’t say I’ve had with other women. It’s been either hit or miss for me, usually because women simply aren’t comfortable straight off the bat. Now, I don’t blame them. It’s really hard to be trusting these days. But Frost . . . I wouldn’t say she’s dominant, but I wouldn’t call her a pushover either.

  She’s the type of woman who takes what she wants, and I love it. Since she took what she wanted all night long, now it’s my turn.

  I start to snake my hand up to her entrance but stop. No, I don’t want to finger her. I want her to feel my cock deep inside her. So, I ve
ry carefully get out of the bed and grab the strap on she was using to fuck me last night. I didn’t even notice it was double ended, so after I slide it up around my waist and secure it, I move the cock that’s meant to penetrate me the other way. She’ll be getting some double penetration this morning, whether she wants it or not.

  I get back in bed and hover over her, bringing the head of the bigger cock against her clit, sliding her juices over her pussy, down to her tight little asshole. It makes me wonder if she’s a screamer, if she enjoys being fucked in the ass as much as I do.

  I grind my hips against hers, forcing the dildo to brush against her pussy, spreading her essence everywhere I want it. “Mmm,” she makes a small sound, causing me to wonder if she’s going to be stirred from her sleep, but she doesn’t budge. Thank God, I want to have some devious fun with her first.

  Holding the base of the cock I’m going to shove inside her cunt, I push forward slowly, watching her draw her brows together. But, she’s still asleep. I lick my lips, pinching my nipples with my other hand and rock inside of her.

  I bear down, increasing my speed, but not going too fast. I take the other dildo and line it up against her tight, puckered hole, shoving in and out slowly.

  Frost’s eyes jolt wide open, and I shove my cocks inside both holes. “Shh, let me make you feel good.” I tell her, rubbing her clit while I ram into her.

  “Oh, fuck!” She moans, digging her nails into the sheets below her.

  I snicker, pinching her clit the way she did to me last night and her pussy clenches around the cock just as she squirts a little bit. “Oh God, I didn’t know you were a squirter.”