Cage of Ice and Echoes, page 18
“Relax,” I rasp.
She sighs.
Now where was I?
Biting her round, perky tits, I move from one to the other, then on to her armpits. I ravish the sensitive skin there, inhaling her pheromones and rubbing my face in those sweet hollows under each arm until she’s squirming and giggling uncontrollably.
As I return to her nipples, her eyes follow mine, lips parted and panting heavily.
So beautiful. So inconceivably precious.
I frame her stunning face with my hands and kiss her madly, aggressively, unleashing the feral man that makes her so fucking wet.
She lowers her arms, her fingers tiptoeing down my restless, grinding body, on the hunt for my cock again.
Impatient, greedy hellion.
I shift my hips out of her reach. “Hands where I can see them.”
Slowly, she flattens them over my mouth, her lips struggling to contain the laughter glinting in her emerald eyes.
I sink my teeth into her fingers.
“Ow!” She yelps with glee and grips my neck. “Why can’t I touch you? You never let me near—”
“Because I’ll come, woman. Not gonna last the way it is. This first time? It’s just a practice run. It doesn’t count toward my overall performance.”
“You guys and your egos. Just put it in me already.”
I grab her throat and pin her to the floor. “I give the orders.”
Her eyes glimmer, her voice a strangled whisper. “There you are.”
“Here I am.” I thrust against her thigh, releasing her neck. “Arms at your sides. Hold onto the bedding.”
She obeys, lying back on the furs, softly panting, hands balling in the pelts, and legs falling open.
The sight explodes my heart. Not just my heart. I feel her everywhere, pulsing, igniting, spinning me off balance at the thought of sinking into her warm, tight body.
I sit back on my heels and stare at her openly, intrusively, the way I’ve always wanted.
Jesus Christ, I have no words. She’s a vision. A beautiful, sparkling mirage in a cold, dead place. She doesn’t belong here.
But I do. I belong with her.
My hands shake as I run them over the faded hickeys Leo left on her thighs, stroking the toned muscle down to her calves and the arches of her delicate feet.
Her eyes never leave mine as I kiss her knee, then the other. Shifting forward, I drag my tongue across her flat stomach. It quivers beneath my licks. She laughs. Then she whimpers as I taste the dip of her waist.
She threads her fingers through the fur of the bedding, gripping, pulling, obeying my command.
I watch her watch me as I kiss her knuckles, her little fists. I pry them free and lick her fingers before placing them between her legs. Over her glistening pussy.
“Touch yourself.” I press my nose there, between her curling digits, deep within her soaked folds, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Outside, everything is fatal. Everything dies. But in here, with our eyes locked and our souls touching, we’re eternal.
I glide my mouth along the sinuous lines of her body, tasting her, marking her, leaving a fresh trail of hickeys for my brother to find.
When I reach her mouth, I part her lips with my tongue. Grip her waist. Sink my fingers into the curves of her ass and grind my cock against the hand between her legs.
“Touch me.” I kiss her hungrily, trapping her with my weight, my erection massive and indecent between us.
The instant she holds my dick in her soft hands, my pulse detonates into a violent throbbing. Her grip feels so small around me, her fingers unable to fully close.
Yet she can overpower me with just a few rigorous strokes.
I lift my hips just enough to nudge the tip against her warm, wet opening.
Then I stare into her eyes. “In my dreams, I’ve already had you a million times over.”
“If fate were kinder, if it were a little less frozen, we could’ve been doing this every day.”
“Less frozen?”
“Yeah.” She teases her grip along my shaft, making me groan. “If we were stranded on a desert island instead of the middle of the Arctic, we would’ve spent the past five months lounging in the sun, eating coconuts, and fucking like rabbits.” She squeezes the base of my cock. “I’m ready, Kody. Give it to me. Hard and fast. Remember, this is just the practice run. We have all day.”
“We have the rest of our lives.” I wrap my hand around hers, adjusting the angle, shaking with restraint. “I just want to outlast Leo’s first time with you.”
“Well, then…two thrusts should do it.”
“Really?”
Her eyes sparkle.
“You’re teasing me.” I nip at her jaw. “Payback is hell.”
With a flex of my hips, I push into her an inch. Just enough to watch her eyes widen, to hear her gasp.
Or is that me gasping?
Another inch, and I lose the ability to breathe.
This is what death feels like. No more cold. No more pain. Just pure, red-hot rapture.
Her cunt is an inferno, dripping molten honey. The clamping tightness, the sucking heat, the unholy pleasure—it’s better than anything I could imagine. Better than any way I’ve tried to console myself over the years.
Her breath quivers against my throat, her fingers digging into my flexing ass as I rock my hips in short, assertive strokes, working myself deeper, stretching her, sinking, withdrawing, digging.
Christ, she’s clenching, pushing me out.
“Let me in, woman.”
“Too big.” She whimpers.
“Too fucking small.”
I can barely fit halfway, but holy fuck, I’ve died and gone to heaven. My nerve endings fizzle. My blood roars, and my vision flashes with endless sunrises.
Her sharp nails claw my scarred back, shredding my fucking soul. As damaged as I am, she’ll stitch me up and make me whole again.
“Harder.” She presses her pelvis against mine. “You won’t hurt me.”
With an arm braced beside her head and the other hooked under her knee, I widen her thighs and thrust deeper.
“Fuck!” I feel her opening for me, tugging at my cock, sucking me all the way in.
And that fast, a familiar heat gathers at the base of my spine. My balls tighten. My pulse rushes, and my body takes over, driving me toward the edge.
“Dammit, Frankie. I’m close.”
“Come inside me.” She holds my gaze, panting with pleasure-stricken tears in her eyes. “I want to watch.”
My hips thrust wildly, urgently, hammering with unwavering focus. I fuck her so hard I fear I’ll break her from the force of it. But she gives it back just as ferociously, meeting me thrust for thrust with her heels digging into my ass.
My hands find her face, fingers weaving into her hair, pulling her lips to mine. The moment our mouths collide, fire ignites, consuming us in a blaze of desire that swallows all thought, all reason.
Her tongue laps against mine as I angle her head and lick her gasping mouth, breathlessly pouring every unspoken emotion into our wild, messy kisses.
“I’m gonna come.” Her head falls back on a moan. “Oh, fuck, Kody.”
I shove a thumb past her lips, pressing down on her tongue, handling her roughly, dominating her the way we both love. Then I replace my hand with my mouth and hold her tighter. Kiss her deeper. Fuck her harder. Feel her clenching, swelling, tensing.
“Right now. Come on my fat cock.” Circling my hips, I hit a spot.
The right spot.
Eyes leveled on mine, she convulses around me, trembling desperately as an orgasm shatters through her. Wetness splashes with my thrusts, squelching, leaking over my balls.
I slam a hand into the bedding beside her, tunneling in and out, pounding deep and slow, fucking her into the floor.
“Frankie.” My groans vent from somewhere deep, ripping past my throat as my mind splinters, my veins burst, and my body releases twenty-five years of repressed voracity.
I erupt with the potency of a volcano, spurting, flooding, filling her with what feels like gallons of come.
My breath whistles past clenched teeth, molten lava sloshing through my circulation. I twitch inside her, my hips still jerking, my cock refusing to calm down.
I want to feel her come again. Want to see her fall apart in every position.
With a growl, I duck my head, bite her lips, and lick the salted sweat from her neck.
The taste of her jumpstarts another hunger. My grip tightens in her hair, demanding her to feel what I feel, to be as lost in this as I am.
Her moan against my lips is all the answer I need, pushing me to deepen the kiss, exploring, claiming, giving, and taking in equal measure.
She’s all around me, in the very air, seeping into my pores and reshaping everything inside. Our breaths heave as one, hearts racing in unison. It’s a merging of souls, a declaration made without words, a promise of more, of everything.
I’m overwhelmed by her—by her scent, her taste, the feel of her heat sheathing my spent cock. We’re a single entity of raw need, profound connection, and an unyielding desire to make this moment last forever.
When we finally surface, gasping for oxygen, our brows rest together, our exhales loud and heavy. The look in her dazed eyes is one of wonder, matched by the storm of emotions raging through me.
This union, this perfect mating, it’s not just sex. It’s a fire, an undying flame that burns brightly, lighting up the darkest, coldest corners of our lives.
It’s the beginning of everything.
Reluctantly, I withdraw from her body and reach for a nearby canteen of water.
“Drink.” I hold it to her swollen lips.
“How was that your first time?” She gulps down the hydrating fluid and passes it back. “Jesus, I’m in trouble. Your sexual energy is in a league of its own.”
“That right?”
“Yeah, Kody. That was incredible. Mind-blowing. I’m ready to go again.”
“You need to eat.” I finish off the canteen, thinking about all the protein I can give her the next time I fuck her throat.
“I need…” She rises to her knees and climbs over me, purring like a kitten. “You.”
“The fire is low.” I capture her wrist, stopping her from tormenting my eager cock. “You’ll get cold.”
“I’m burning up.” She straddles my raging hard-on, trapping it against my stomach as she leans in. “How can I distract you away from this need to coddle me?”
“You cannot.”
Challenge flares in her eyes, and her lips curve in a wicked grin.
Oh, fuck. That look. I’m certain it razed every man in her past.
Straightening, she folds her arms above her head and rocks her hips in a sensual slide. Rubbing her soaked slit along the length of my cock. Stroking me with the sweet flesh of her cunt. Shuddering over me. And grinning.
That diabolical goddamn smile. She’s fucking arresting.
“Stop, woman.” My hands fly to her hips, my jaw opening with a soundless gasp. “Have mercy.”
“You’re not done with me.”
“I’ll never be done with you.”
Damn me to hell.
I grip her thighs and wrench them apart, watching her leak all over me. My heartbeat sprints. My breath comes faster. I try to temper my body’s responses to her, to keep things under control, but my God, she’s devastating.
With my hands holding her open, I glide my thumbs along the velvety edges of her pussy. The soft, pink, juicy parts, drenched with our combined come. As I knead the hooded bud, she jerks and undulates, riding the underside of my straining erection.
The choking lust in my throat expels on a groan. “Put me in.”
Biting her lip, she lifts my hard length from my stomach and angles it toward her entrance. Her fingers, soft and electric, trace the thick veins and broad head before feeding it into the tight clasp of her body.
My head tilts back, jaw clenching, and abdomen tightening beneath her as she slowly lowers, inch by inch, until fully seated.
“Fuck.” I throb inside her, the pleasure unbearable. “You feel so fucking good, Frankie.”
“You do, too.”
When she moves, it’s a curl of seductive motion, an erotic roll of her hips as she stares into my eyes, and I feel it—the electric current that crackles between us.
This is more than desire. It’s a primal, magnetic pull. A living, ravenous thing that grows with every kiss, every thrust, guiding our movements and aligning us perfectly—where our mouths meet, where our hands intertwine, and where I’m buried so deep as her heat pulses and tightens around me.
Every shared look inflames it further. Every touch sends shockwaves through our connection.
We fuck for hours, pushing the boundaries of our energy and stopping only for quick breaks to hydrate and eat.
I’m lost in the seduction of her body, in the way she matches my intensity, stroke for stroke, the push and pull, the clash of wills and desires that melds us so perfectly together.
This raw, carnal energy is as old as time yet uniquely ours. Every orgasm leaves us reeling, satiated, yet ever hungry and forever altered. Forever entwined.
Late into the night, she collapses on my chest, boneless and panting. I’m so relaxed beneath her, I couldn’t move her if I wanted to.
I’ve never known such peace. Such soul-deep joy.
How often have I sat in this barren, one-room cabin alone, missing my brothers, aching for company, for affection, for anything that might soothe my loneliness?
Every hunting season, from the moment I could shoot a crossbow, has seen me here.
Not once did I imagine losing my virginity in this place.
Now I want to lie here forever, just like this, with Frankie in my arms. Would it be so terrible if we stayed a week? Or even just one more day?
A pinching stab of guilt arrives with the thought.
I know how it feels to sit in that house of ghosts and wait for Frankie and my brother to return to me.
A week felt like a lifetime.
Leo has already endured two weeks of waiting, and it’ll take us another two weeks to hike back.
She stirs on my chest. “What about the moose?”
“It got away.”
“Oh, no.” Her sultry tone doesn’t hold a hint of regret. “I kept you from hunting.”
“Fuck that. You gave me the best day of my life. When we escape…” I kiss her head, tucking her close. “I’m going to find you the biggest bed in the most luxurious hotel and fuck you until you tire of me.”
“I don’t need a bed or a hotel. I just need you and Leo. Forever. Because I’ll never tire of you.”
“Go to sleep. We’ll start our journey back to him tomorrow.”
Two weeks later, Frankie and I crest an icy slope and stare out at the vast emptiness of the landscape.
As far as the eye can see in every direction, nothing exists but her and me.
My senses, however, tell me differently.
It’s an instinct honed by years of navigating this unforgiving terrain. The distinct outline of the jagged ridge to our right, the way the ground slopes gently downward on our left, the slight change in the snow’s consistency underfoot, the angle of the wind, the shift in the scents on the breeze—all of this tells me we’re nearing familiar territory.
Beside me, she tucks her gloved hand in mine and tilts her beautiful face heavenward, absorbing the pastel shades of blue and pink. “The sky is glowing.”
Not with snow or stars or northern lights. It shines with the promise of daylight.
“The days will grow longer going forward.”
“And warmer.” She smiles, head tipped back, watching the transformation.
As the rare arctic sunlight breaks through the cloud cover, it casts a celestial glow over everything it touches. Frankie is the centerpiece of this natural illumination.
The rays catch in her red hair, setting it ablaze with hues of gold and copper. Her green eyes, vibrant against the snow’s glare, sparkle with a luminance that reflects her inner resilience. Her cheeks, kissed by the cold, carry a natural blush that complements her vivid eyes and fiery hair.
Even after an arduous thirty-mile hike through ice and snow, her beauty remains untarnished. She embodies the raw, untouched allure of the Arctic—wild, breathtaking, and utterly authentic.
She’s impossibly, unreasonably captivating.
“I wonder if Leo is staring at the sky right now, feeling its warmth.” She steals a peek at me.
“You can ask him in a few hours.”
“Really? We’re that close?”
“Close your eyes and listen.”
“Okay.” She stands taller, adjusts her pack, and shuts her eyes.
“What do you hear?”
The usual silence of the tundra, broken only by the crunch of our boots and the occasional distant crack of shifting ice, is now punctuated by a soft, consistent whisper in the distance. I have exceptional hearing, but if she focuses hard enough, she’ll hear it, too.
Her eyes pop open. “The river.”
“Good girl.”
Partially frozen over, it’s a sound that has guided me back on the darkest nights.
We still have miles to go, but I sense the familiarity of our surroundings tightening its grip around me, pulling my aching body forward.
As we trek onward, my legs feel leaden. The desire to simply stop, to collapse into the snow, wraps around my bones. My back aches from the burden of our supplies and the added weight of the pemmican. The constant pressure has become as familiar as my heartbeat. And the cold has seeped so deep that no amount of movement will shake it off.
Frankie’s ability to keep up astounds me, though her usual brisk pace has been replaced with a plodding stride, and the way she hunches under her pack announces the state of her fatigue.
The closer we get to the cabin, the lighter my chest feels. Not just at the thought of providing her with warmth and rest, but at the anticipation of seeing my brother, of witnessing the relief on his face. I imagine him pacing the empty rooms, casting anxious glances out the windows.
