A Touch of Frost (13 page)

Chapter 21

Frost pushed open the door and carefully made sure the way was safe before he pulled Lacey through it. The night was lit up by a scattering of fires burning around the destroyed complex. Neither he nor Lacey had seen the outer perimeter when they arrived. He imagined it looked much different then.

The bent frame of a guard tower near what must have been an entrance gate still burned, the burnt out remains of a vehicle hanging from part of it. The gates were ripped off and lying outside the center compound. Other vehicles in different stages of destruction lay scattered about like a child’s toy chest that had been tipped over.

“Theo?!” Lacey breathed in surprise as she caught her first glance at the huge dragon pacing back and forth.

The dragon’s ears twitched and his head turned to look at her for a brief moment before he returned his attention to the group of fifty or so prisoners. The men that she and her sisters had turned into pigs squealed in terror every time Theo snapped his massive jaws.

Their human counterparts weren’t doing much better as Sheriff Buchanan and his posse circled them into a nice tight ring. Her eyes moved to the air where her Aunt Topper was flying overhead with more than a dozen other witches and warlocks.

“You live in a very, very strange world!,” Frost commented as he took in the sights as well.

Lacey leaned up onto her tiptoes so she could brush a kiss across his cheek. She moaned when he wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and pulled her closer. He rubbed his nose along her throat before he pressed a hot, moist kiss to it.

“I love your outfit,” he said before reluctantly pulling away. “How are we to return to your home?”

Lacey snapped her fingers and her broom reappeared. “On this,” she grinned.

Frost looked skeptically at the narrow broomstick before looking up at those flying low over the complex. Doubt filled him at such a flimsy device working. His gaze moved down to the thick bristles.

“Where’s the engine?” He asked faintly.

“Just hold on to me and don’t look down if you’re afraid of heights,” Lacey laughed, turning her back to him and straddling the broom handle. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled reassuringly. “Do you trust me?”

Frost’s eyes softened as he took in the teasing smile and the beautiful glow of Lacey’s face. Stepping forward, he wound his arms around her waist and straddled the thin piece of wood as well. His breath caught in his throat when a seat suddenly formed under him and foot grips appeared for his feet. He tightened his arms around her waist as they lifted off.

His laughter echoed as they flew rapidly upward and banked to the east. The air felt cold and refreshing on his face as they soared higher and faster. He rested his chin on her shoulder and inhaled her beautiful scent.

“How fast can this thing go?” He asked in her ear.

Lacey glanced over her shoulder, her lips lightly touching his as she did. He pressed a hot firm kiss to her lips before releasing them. Lacey turned to face forward, feeling lighter, younger, and happier than she had in the past three years.

“Hang on!” She yelled and leaned forward.

Frost’s shout of laughter warmed her heart as they shot forward, the loud sound of the sound barrier cracking behind them. They wove their way back to Magic riding on the early morning streams of daybreak. The small main road through Magic passed by under them as they headed toward Lacey’s home.

“Hey Lacey! Hey Frost!” Joseph and Jonah yelled as they raced down the nearly deserted main street. “Did you kick the bad guys’ butts?”

“Yes!” Lacey yelled back with a grin. “Where is your mom?”

“Sleeping!” They replied, waving goodbye as they darted between buildings.

“Those two are…” Frost started to say before he shook his head. “Amazing for children.”

Lacey chuckled as she continued through town before she turned north. “Yes, they are,” she said softly.

“Perhaps,” Frost started to say, tightening his arms around Lacey.

Lacey leaned back against him as she circled her home. Evan waved to her as she slowly flew in to land in front of the house. He was surrounded by the remaining puppies. Little Bit wasn’t with them. She was probably still with Topper, or perhaps Tory had brought her home with the twins.

“Hey Lacey,” Evan called out looking at Frost with curiosity.

“Hi Evan,” Lacey said, stepping forward as they landed. “Ginger?”

“My dad took care of her,” Evan responded quietly. “Widow Fitzpatrick is ecstatic to have her keep her company.”

Tears burned Lacey’s eyes. She had created this shelter to prevent the animals from being harmed. Guilt rushed through her as she thought of the beautiful Golden Retriever. Ginger’s life had been hard enough without her having to die the way she did.

“She was a true warrior in her life,” Frost murmured, cupping Lacey’s chin and brushing a kiss across her lips.

“Yes, she was,” Lacey replied with a sigh.

“I have to go, Lacey,” Evan said. “Is there anything else you need me to do before I leave? I’ve already fed all the animals and cleaned their areas.”

“No, thank you for coming back on such short notice, Evan,” Lacey said with a grateful smile.

“Any time,” Evan said with a grin.

Frost and Lacey watched as Evan stepped back and closed his eyes. A moment later, a small Griffin stood in his place. The Griffin opened its eyes and snapped its beak before stretching out its wings. Taking a running start, Evan lifted off the ground and soared over the house before disappearing.

“Did I mention you live in a very, very strange world,” Frost muttered as he watched one of the strangest beasts he had ever laid eyes on disappear. “What was that?”

Lacey just laughed and grabbed his hand. “Come on. We need to see how much time you have left before your ship blows up,” she reminded him.

Frost shook his head as he followed her up the steps. With everything going on and all the strange things that had happened, he had forgotten about the fact that he was the alien. He strode down the hallway, following Lacey. As soon as he discovered how much time he had remaining, he was going to do one of two things; make love to Lacey first if he had time or make love to Lacey after he stopped his transport from destroying the area.

Lacey pulled his black belt out of the top dresser drawer. She turned and held it out to him. Frost reached for it, pulling out the small remote device. Relief washed through him when he saw he still had almost nine hours left on the countdown. A smile curved his lips as he looked back at Lacey.

“Your smile means good news, right?” Lacey asked, biting her lip and stepping closer. “You have time to stop your spaceship from exploding, don’t you?”

“Not only do I have time to stop it,” Frost said as he tossed his belt and the device on the dresser so he could wrap his hands around her waist and draw her closer. “I have time to do the first thing I wanted.”

“What is that?” She asked breathlessly, resting her hands on his shoulders.

“Make love to you,” he replied roughly before he sealed his lips to hers.

 
Chapter 22

Lacey’s arms tightened around Frost’s neck. The fear and adrenaline that had been coursing through her during their captivity reminded her of how precious life is and that there was never any guarantees that went with it, even for witches and aliens.

Her eyelashes fluttered open as Frost pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. A tender smile curved her lips as she felt his fingers move to touch her hair. His fingers traced the way it was made into a witch’s hat.

Lacey released the spell and her hair slowly unwound, returning to its normal, soft flowing locks. She loved the way Frost threaded his fingers through it to pull her forward so he could kiss her again. She opened for him, sweeping her tongue over his.

A shiver raced through her when she felt his fingers working on the buttons of her vest. The soft material parted and the callouses on the tip of his fingers felt delicious as they caressed her heated skin. She moaned when his fingers moved down to her waist.

“This is taking too long,” she muttered in frustration.

She grinned up at Frost when he chuckled as she snapped her fingers. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrow as she ran her hand over his shoulder again. His blue eyes glowed with warmth and… another emotion that looked suspiciously like… love.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” she whispered, the smile dying on her lips as she tenderly traced his eyebrows down around his eyes to his lips. “I don’t understand how it could happen so fast.”

“Sometimes there is no explanation for the things that happen,” he said, pressing a kiss to her fingers. “Just accept it as the gift it was meant to be. What I feel for you is not something I will ignore or let go. You are mine, Lacey. I keep what is mine.”

“How can you be sure?” She asked, biting her lip. “What if…” Her voice faded as he pressed a brief, hard kiss to her mouth.

*.*.*

Frost knew what she was thinking. He knew she feared he would disappear, leave her alone. He also knew that a lot had happened in just a few short days. Sometimes, it didn't take a lifetime to show a person the path they should take.

His path was sealed the moment he saw her. He knew he would follow it wherever it lead him, as long as it was in the same direction that Lacey was going. That was why he had made the decision to follow through on it. There would be no turning back.

“I am sure, Lacey,” he murmured against her lips. “I have no doubts.”

His eyes moved to the door leading to the bathroom. A teasing grin pulled at his lips. He bent and scooped Lacey up into his arms, enjoying her gasp of surprise.

“I will just have to prove it to you,” he said, stepping toward the bathroom. “We’ll start in the shower and work our way through every room of the house until you realize that.”

Lacey’s delicate laughter echoed as he set her down in the bathroom and turned on the shower. He knew she enjoyed the feel of the warm water as it flowed over her. He thoroughly enjoyed watching the many paths it took and tried to catch the droplets on his tongue.

She stepped under the warm spray, pulling him in behind her. “It might take a couple rounds of the house to convince me,” she whispered.

“I think I can handle that,” he said, pushing her gently up against the back wall of the shower. “With pleasure.”

Lacey’s head fell back against the wall and her eyes closed as he bent to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. “Lots and lots of pleasure.”

Heat rushed through him as he sucked on her taut nipple. He switched his attention to her left nipple next. The sound of her moans and the parting of her legs proved that she wasn’t immune to the chemistry between them.

He flicked his tongue over each nipple again before pulling back and reaching for the soap. He poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand. He ignored the washcloth. He didn’t want anything between his skin and hers. He wanted to feel her smooth flesh against his.

“Oh, Frost,” Lacey moaned as he ran his hands over her breasts and up her chest to wrap around her throat. “Yes.”

“My touch, Lacey,” Frost whispered as he ran his hands back down over her breasts again. “My touch will ignite you, make you burn, bring you pleasure.”

He reached for her right hand. His fingers tenderly massaged each finger, then her palm before moving up her arm. He loved how her breasts rose as he stretched her arm above her head.

She gasped when he held it there with his left hand while his right brushed across her breasts as he carefully did the same to her left hand. He wanted to use foreplay to make her pulse with need. He also knew what would happen if he did. She had already told him the last time they made love that ‘payback was a bitch’. He expected nothing less as he pleasured her.

“Keep your arms raised,” he murmured, pressing another hot kiss against her lips.

“Yes,” she murmured with her eyes still closed. “Oh, yes.”

Frost was burning. His body was so primed he was amazed that he had the ability to restrain from just twisting her around and impaling his throbbing shaft as far as it would go inside her. Sometimes he really questioned his own sanity, especially when he was around Lacey.

His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the soap again. He poured another generous amount into his left palm, before setting it back on the narrow shelf. Kneeling down on one knee, he ran his hands over Lacey’s flat stomach. He couldn’t resist pressing a kiss the to the small hole in the center of it.

She moved restlessly under his hands and mouth. He continued stroking her hips, upper thighs, knees and lower calves. He intentionally missed the soft, dark brown curls covering her mound. He would pay special attention to her there.

“Frost,” Lacey whimpered, rolling her hips.

“Patience, Lacey,” he ordered in a rough voice. “Patience, my ice maiden.”

He carefully picked up each of her delicate feet, caressing them with the same care as he gave the rest of her body. Once he was done, he drew in a deep breath. The water fell around him like a soft rain. He raised his eyes to follow the droplets as they ran down over her tilted face. Some clung to her eyelashes while others continued in small rivers down over her shoulders. It was the ones that caught on her tight nipples that held him fascinated as he waited for them to fall.

He reached forward, licking one of the teardrops as it fell and flowed down along the creamy skin of her stomach. The move placed him level with the soft curls again. Reaching out, he ran his fingers through them before sliding his long index finger along the slit.

“Frost!” Lacey cried out as he rubbed against her swollen nub.

His eyes flickered up to her face. He was held mesmerized by the burning flames of desire in the bottomless brown pools. He rubbed across her again and the flames turned to molten liquid as her eyes dilated at his touch.

“Mine, Lacey,” he whispered, sliding his finger into her. “My touch. Say it.”

Her hands fell to his shoulders as he pushed deeper. He felt her legs tremble and her lips parted in a gasp. Determined to hear her cry out his name, he pulled his finger almost all the way out before inserting two more. He was rewarded by her increased panting and parted thighs.

“Your touch, my alien lover,” she gasped. “Only your touch.”

He dragged his eyes away from her face and refocused on her soft mound. Using his other hand, he parted the curls and sensitive flesh that protected her. His tongue flicked the swollen nub as he continued to stroke her.

His body throbbed in time with the rolling of her hips. He felt her shift slightly, and one slender leg rose to slide over his right shoulder. The movement drew him closer while opening her further to his touch.

“Yes!” She hissed, watching him as he pleasured her.

Frost felt her body shudder, then stiffen, as she exploded. Her loud cry filled the bathroom as she came. Her nails dug crescent shape moons into his shoulder as she held onto him. He pressed his mouth against her, drinking her passion as she continued to splinter.

He rose as she slid her leg from his shoulder. His hands ran up her body to hold her steady when she swayed. He leaned into her, capturing her lips with his and kissed her deeply while he pressed his own raging desire against her stomach. Goddess, he loved her with a depth that shook him.

She was so strong, so beautiful on the inside as well as the outside, so compassionate. Everything about her called to him. When they came together, it was explosive. He didn’t question that it was too fast or too soon to feel this way. He had never had a reaction to another woman like this way before.

He kissed her roughly, passionately as she wound her arms around him. Her nails scraped lightly up the length of his back drawing a long moan from him. He needed her. The fear of losing her still gripped him. He was afraid she would disappear and he would be left with but a dream of what happiness could be.

“Touch me, Lacey,” he begged, cupping her face with his hands and pressing hot kisses to her lips, cheeks and eyes. “Touch me, love me, never let me go.”

Her wet lashes fluttered at his desperate words. She saw the fear hovering in the back of his eyes. The tense expression on his face. The need in his touch.

She nodded. “My turn,” she whispered.

She reached for the bottle of body wash and poured a small amount in her hand. Setting it back on the shelf, she held his gaze as she slid her hands over his body. Each area she washed, she followed with her lips. She memorized his body, pausing on each scar that marred his flesh. She gave each one an extra-long kiss before she moved on.

She loved the way his breathing changed as she caressed him. Her hands ran down over his chest as she followed the path of the water. She bent and captured a drop before it slipped any lower.

His cock rubbed against her cheek as it flexed. Suddenly, she felt his strong fingers tangling in her hair as he held her bent over. He tugged enough to turn her head toward his cock. Her mouth opened as he pushed her closer to it while flexing the tight muscles in his buttocks.

“Lacey!” His shuddering cry wrapped around her as the tip of the bulbous head slipped between her lips. “Goddess!”

Lacey wrapped her right hand around his cock and rubbed it up and down while she teased the tip with her tongue. She slowly worked him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Each suck, each pull, drew a shudder and moan from him. His hand tightened in her hair to hold her as his other hand slid over the curve of her ass.

“That’s it,” he said as he rocked his hips. “Drink me, Lacey. Drink me this time, but know I am going to claim you every way before the night is over.”

Lacey closed her eyes when he ran his fingers along the crack of her ass. His meaning was clear. He would love her deeply, thoroughly, so that she had no doubt that he meant what he said. His touch would be the only one she would ever want again. This love was so different from the tender love she had shared with Sean. This was wild and unrestrained, just like Frost.

She moaned when his fingers slipped lower. She bowed her back, lifting her ass to him as she sucked more frantically on him as pleasure and a touch of pain swept through her. Heat built and pooled between her legs as he gave her a taste of what was to come.

She moaned loudly around his cock as he added more fingers, stretching her. The vibration must have been too much for him. He leaned forward, sliding deeper into her at the same time as he cried out. His hot come filled her mouth as his cock jerked and pulsed.

Lacey swallowed as fast as she could. Her eyes were tightly closed as her own body exploded around his fingers. She felt… wild, sexy, and totally claimed.

A whimper escaped her as he pulled out of her and straightened. The hand threaded through her hair wrapped around her neck and he slowly pulled her lips from around him. He cursed loudly and shuddered as the lukewarm water of the shower touched the sensitive head of his cock.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against his chest for several minutes. It wasn’t until the water began to chill her skin that he pressed a kiss against her hair and released her to turn it off. Neither one of them said anything as they dried the other. Both of them were still too shaken by their orgasms and the depth of it to put into words what they were feeling.

Wrapping a towel around Lacey, Frost cupped her chin and tilted her head back. A tender smile curved his lips as he stared down into her upturned face. He brushed another kiss over her lips before catching her hand and pulling her back into the bedroom.

He hadn’t been lying when he said he was going to make love to her until she had no doubts as to his feelings. His cock was already stiffening as he thought of taking her again. He needed to feed her first… then… his eyes glowed as he thought of bending her over the kitchen table.