The Snow Queen's Captive (11 page)

“I wish my fingers were playing with this nipple,” he said, caressing it through the mitten and admiring as she moaned and arched in response. “I’d tease it with my fingers and pluck at it until it was aching for more. Then I’d put my mouth on it and lick and suck at it until you were wild with need.”

She bit her lip and moaned a sound that resembled his name. Her hands fluttered, went to the mitten, and then pressed it hard against her breast.

Gods, now his cock throbbed like an aching tooth. He rubbed his fingers over the tip of her breast, rolling her nipple, and then pinched it.

Charlotte gasped, her hips bucking in response.

He wanted to fill her, to push between those thighs and spread them wide, then plow into her and claim her as his own. The need to take her rattled him, made his own breath hitch as he struggled for control. The thick fur protected him from the cold of her body, but it was maddening to not be able to touch her. He wanted to rip the glove off and shove two fingers deep inside the sweet well between her legs, thrusting like his cock wanted to thrust deep inside her—

“We need a barrier,” he said suddenly, pulling his hand away and beginning to strip off the mitten. “I have an idea.”

“What?” she asked, sitting upright. She was panting and flushed, and looked delectable in her arousal. Gods, he wanted to touch her. For a moment, the glorious sight of her with her breasts heaving and her pale hair tumbling about her shoulders distracted him, and he forced his thoughts back in the right direction.

Kai stripped off the glove and flexed his fingers in the chilly air. He’d test on his hands, first, and if that worked, perhaps they’d progress to…other things. He paired his first two fingers together and extended them toward her. “Ice my fingers.”

“Ice them?” She looked confused, and then the confusion gave way to a sultry little gasp. “What are you going to do with them?”

“I’m going to fuck you with them,” he said, voice husky with need.

“Won’t I…won’t that hurt you?” She looked concerned.

“It won’t,” he lied. Truth was, he didn’t know. But there was only one way to find out. He studied her and then decided to give in to a visual fantasy he’d had for a while. “Open your mouth. I want to feed them to you. Lick them and the ice will coat my fingers.”

She moaned softly but leaned forward, lips parted, awaiting him.

Saying a quick prayer to the gods that he wouldn’t damage himself irreparably, he set his fingers against her lips and then pushed them slowly in. And ah, gods have mercy, the look of her sweet mouth taking him in was almost enough to override the sharp flash of pain that shot up his arm. His skin prickled, but he remained in place, because she was moaning with abject pleasure.

And gods, he loved seeing that.

Slowly, achingly, he pulled his fingers out of her sweet mouth. They were numb with cold, sharp, flashing tingles moving through his skin. A thin layer of ice coated them, just like he’d suspected. He pushed them between her lips again. “Suck.”

She did, and the tingles increased slightly, but there wasn’t that jolt of pain like before. She made a little mewling sound when he pulled his fingers away from her wet – gods, it was wet and plump and he wanted to fuck it – mouth.

“Are you hurting?” she asked softly, her eyes dazed with lust.

“No,” he said. “It’s nothing. Only a little cold.” He intended on getting her off before he admitted to any pain. With his ice-stiffened fingers, he trailed them down her chest, stopping to circle a nipple.

Charlotte moaned, her hips rising again. “Please, Kai.”

“I know,” he murmured. “Be patient. I’ll give you pleasure.”

He couldn’t feel his fingers any longer, and really, that was the worst of it. He wanted to feel her. Wanted to feel her flesh under him. But if this was going to work, he was going to have to be fast. Kai trailed his fingers lower down her belly, dipping at her navel, and then slid his iced fingers to the mound of her pussy and began to rub back and forth between her juices.

Immediately, the ice began to build on his fingers, thickening at the tip from her wetness. “You’re very wet, aren’t you?” It was odd to see that she was wet despite the chill of her body, but it formed ice as quickly as it left contact with her skin.

“Oh God, I need you, Kai,” she cried, reaching for him and then withdrawing before she could touch him. Her hands fluttered, as if she didn’t know where to put them, and then went behind her head to her pillow and clung there. Her legs fell open, inviting him to do more.

He slid his fingers through her wetness, searching for her clitoris. It was hard to tell considering he couldn’t spread her lips wide to see it, and he couldn’t feel in his fingers to know if he was touching it. So he watched her reactions instead. He knew he hit the spot when her back arched and her mouth went wide, as if screaming, but no sound came out.

There, he rubbed over and over again.

Her head thrashed on the pillow, her moans increasing. “Kai,” she panted. “Oh God, Kai, please. I’m so close.”

“I’ve got you,” he told her, even though it was foolish to say so. He didn’t have her. He couldn’t even touch her, really. His fingers would probably get frostbite if this continued much longer, and the numbness and prickles were spreading to the rest of his hand and up his arm, but he wanted to see her come.

Gods above, he wanted to see that.

He pulled his frozen fingers away from her pussy and she whimpered in response. “Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, and was pleased when she did. He wanted to make her come, just from his touch. He needed to see that to appease the ache in his own body. He pushed his fingers into the well of her pussy, and then sank them deep inside her, stroking her with them as if they were his cock.

Her legs clenched and she threw her head back, the cords in her neck growing tight as she gasped again. “Oh God, I’m so close, Kai!”

She needed more. He began to push his fingers in and out of her, fucking her like he desperately wanted to with his cock. She continued to squirm under him, but it was clear that no matter how many times he thrust into her with his fingers, she needed a bit more to push her over.

An idea struck him, and he leaned in. “Spread your pussy for me, Charlotte.”

She trembled, trembled all over even as he thrust harder and faster into her core. But she did, reaching for her wet, gleaming folds. Her fingers delicately spread her petals like a flower, exposing her clit that was surely aching like his cock was. Thrusting hard with his fingers, he leaned closer to that delicate spot and ever so gently breathed a huff of warm air on it.

Charlotte squealed, and her legs clenched, the muscles jerking as he watched. “Kai,” she cried out. He did it again, his breath as gentle and hot as he could make it, just barely a puff against her sensitive skin, even as he plunged his fingers deep inside her.

She cried out then, coming with force. The tendons in her neck stood out again and she gasped and trembled. A rush of wetness coated his fingers and ice formed on the rest of his hand. Another sharp pain ripped through him and he pulled out of her, though he couldn’t help but lick the ice coating his fingers. Gods, it tasted like her, sweet and musky all at once. “Melt the ice for me, sweet Charlotte.”

She writhed on the bed a moment longer, still coming down from her orgasm, but the ice melted away from his fingers as if it had never been there, wetness now coating them. They were so damn cold. He tucked his hand under his arm and clenched his teeth, trying to get his fingers warm.

Even if he lost them due to frostbite, it’d be worth every moment. The look on her face as she come had been stunning.

Feeling slowly returned to his fingers, followed by an awful aching tingle, and then hot slivers of pain creeping over his skin. He pressed his arm against his hand, trying to produce more heat, and was silent as she sat up, dazed, pushing her messy hair out of her face. The look on her lovely features was sated, pleased, and so soft that he wanted to kiss her. More than that, he wanted that sweet mouth on his cock, but the pain shooting through his unfrozen fingers warned him off of that idea.

“You didn’t come, did you, Kai?” she asked softly, her legs falling back together and hiding her sweet core from him.

“I enjoyed seeing you get release,” he said gruffly, trying to ignore the throb of his painful hand. It was bad. Real bad, but he’d survive it. “I’m fine.”

She bit her lip, as if considering his words. Then, she crawled forward on the bed to where he was, her cool breath puffing in the icy air. Her fingers grazed down one furs-covered arm, playing with the skins. “Can I wear your mitten?”

He tilted his head, watching her, curious.

Her eyes shone with excitement and arousal as she looked up at him. “I want to pleasure you like you did me.”

Kai’s breath caught in his throat. She was a powerful sorceress and he was nothing but her captive…and yet that was it and wasn’t it anymore. But to have this beautiful, sensual woman who held so much power want to put on his glove and give him pleasure like he’d given her? He was still surprised.

Surprised, and aching with need.

She took his mitten before he could say anything, and he was fascinated by the delicate movements of her fingers as she tugged it on. Then, she flexed her hand and gave him an impish look. “Can I touch you now?”

Wordless, he nodded.

She crawled over toward him on the bed and considered his clothing. He was still wrapped, head to toe, in his makeshift fur garments. Charlotte considered them, and then tilted her head at him. “Do you want to undress for me?”

He did. Gods have mercy, did he ever.

Kai tugged at the leather straps holding the fur tunic against his body. He undid the knots with shaking fingers even as she reached between his thighs and cupped the bulge of his erection, as if impatient for him to ready for her. “Oh, Kai,” she breathed. “Just look at you. You feel so big.”

He felt as if he was going to explode in her hand if she started stroking him, but he needed her touch so badly he didn’t care. He groaned and jerked at the knots, tearing the furs from his body now. He had to get free from the confining feel of them, needed her hand on him…however much he could handle. It didn’t matter that there was a furry glove separating his cock from her cool fingers. He just needed her touch.

When the furs were stripped from his body, he undid the knot that held his loincloth in place. The soft suede-cloth fell away, and his cock sprang free, erect and aching. The head was purple with need, and he could practically see blood throbbing under the skin.

“Oh wow,” Charlotte said, her voice soft. Her gloved hand closed around him, the fur tickling the sensitive skin of his groin. “You’re so big. God, I wish I could put my mouth on you. It’s practically watering at the sight of all this.” Her hand pumped gently.

He fell back into the bed with a groan. “Charlotte. Do not tease me.”

“No, I won’t,” she said quickly. Her hand tightened around his shaft. “I want to see you come. I want to please you…like you pleased me.”

Just her touch pleased him, and he wanted to tell her that, but she gave his cock another squeeze and then began to pump him again, and it was too much. He’d been waiting so long for her touch that he was ready to spill his seed at her soft grip, the ticklish touch of the fox fur. “Work me with your sweet hand,” he commanded, and she immediately began to pump him faster.

It was enough. With a hiss of breath, he came, his seed erupting and splashing across the glove. She gasped and jerked away, and his own hand replaced hers, milking the last of his orgasm as he came down, blackness swimming before his eyes. He’d never come so hard, and all of this from a quick jerk from a gloved hand.

Imagine if she could truly touch him. The thought made a fresh wave of come erupt, and he finished working himself with his hand, fingers sticky with his own spend. With a heavy, final sigh, he opened his eyes and looked over at her.

She was dabbing at her bare chest with one of the furs, tears freezing into tracks on the sides of her face.

“Charlotte?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, smoothing a hand over her skin. As quick as her touch, she iced up, her clothing forming again.

But not fast enough – he saw the red, blistered streak across her breast. Kai reached for her, shocked. “Did I do that to you?”

“It…it must have splashed. I’m fine. Really. The ice on it feels better.” She gave him a faint smile and lifted her chin in his direction. “Is your hand okay?”

It throbbed like fire, actually. He extended it toward her. Mottled white, red, and yellow patches covered his skin. Charlotte gasped again. “Your hand!”

“It’s fine.” He hoped it was fine, at least. “It will be better in a day or two. I promise.”

Her eyes swam with tears and she gave him a woebegone look. “Was it a mistake for us to touch each other?”

Ignoring the itching throb of his hand, he picked up his fur cape and gently wrapped it around her, and then hugged her close, their skin protected. “I wish my seed had not burned your soft skin. That, I would change. Otherwise, I would not change a moment of it if I could, Charlotte. Every caress was special to me.”

“Me too,” she admitted softly, snuggling against him as much as she could. “I just wish…”

“I know.” He sighed heavily, thinking of what it would be like to truly hold her against his bare chest and touch her freely. “I know.”

Chapter Seven

A week later

“Kai! Where are you? Come see!” Charlotte pushed through one of the ice walls, searching for Kai. “I did it!”

“Did what?” he asked, leaving the area they’d come to start calling the ‘Ice Kitchen’. He’d caught a snow rabbit in a snare earlier that day and was preparing the meat for cooking, since the soups that her servants brought were filling but not particularly tasty. He’d started hunting once they’d returned from the mountains, and just outside the walls of the castle, he’d set up multiple snares. So far, each day, he’d yielded results, which pleased both of them.