Frost and Fangs : A Christmas moon

First touch, first burn

Later much later after lobster bisque and a second bottle of champagne, they stood on the balcony watching snow blanket the mountains.lRowan’s bare feet curled against the heated tiles. She wore his hoodie now. It swallowed her. Saint stood behind her hands braced on the railing caging her in without touching Yet.

Thank you she said to the night.For tonight.

He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear. You still think you’re leaving tomorrow? I have to no he murmured. “You don’t.” His hand slid under the hoodie, palm flat against her stomach. Skin on skin. Electricity cracked up her spine Saint— Tell me to stop and I will she didn’t His mouth found the curve where neck met shoulder teeth grazed not a kiss. A tasting.

Rowan’s head fell back against his chest.

“f**k,” he breathed you smell like mate what does that mean? It means he turned her in his arms eyes glowing faintly blue in the dark I’m about to ruin you for every other man on this planet then he kissed her.It wasn’t gentle. It was possession in human form tongue stroking hers, hand fisting her hair body pressing her into the railing until she felt every hard inch of him when they broke apart both were shaking. Inside he growled. “Now. Before I take you on this balcony and scandalize the pines.

She laughed breathlessly. “Romantic.”

“You have no idea. They never made it past the rug in front of the fireplace. Clothes hit the floor in a storm of desperate hands and broken sentences Saint laid her down like she was made of glass then wrecked her like she was made of sin. When he slid inside her slow and relentless, Rowan cried out half his name, half a prayer. “Look at me,” he demanded, voice ragged. I want to see the moment you become mine she did.

Something shifted in the air thick, electric. The fire flared blue. Outside, wolves howled though there shouldn’t be wolves this high in Aspen. Saint’s eyes bled to pure silver fangs fangs lengthened. Rowan should have screamed Instead she arched up offering her throat do it she whisperedake me yours

he roared actually roared and struck.

Pain bloomed white hot then melted into the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever known. His hips snapped harder, deeper, claiming her body while his teeth claimed her soul.

When she came, the world shattered into silver and gold. Saint followed her over spilling inside her with a broken snarl of her name licking the wound closed like it was sacred Minutes or hours later he carried her to his bed tucked her against his chest.

Rowan traced the fresh mate mark on her neck dazed what just happened?

saint kissed her forehead, voice soft for the first time all night the Christmas moon rose early he murmured and you, Red… you just became Luna of the Calder pack.”

She laughed weakly I think I need the non-psychotic translation he smiled against her hair deadly and tender it means you’re never leaving, It means you’re my queen and it means anyone who tries to take you from me dies screaming. Outside, the snow kept falling, innocent and red.