Page 40 of Frost Bitten
“You ready?” he asks in a low mumble. A smirk flits across his face as his eyes drift down to my lip and then the rest of my body. Fuck, I’m ready for something.
“Mm hmm,” I agree. I step back to put my jacket on and call out to Mom. “Hey, I’m leaving with Bast. I’ll be back later.”
“Ok, hun. Have fun.”
I quickly grab my purse and escape out the door. I don’t know what this night has in store, but I can’t wait for it to start.
* * *
When we return approximately two hours later, I am struggling to say I’m not disappointed. The date was fun. We went to a local steakhouse, and the meal was delicious. But then he immediately drove me home and walked me up to my front door.
As I stand on my doorstep, I am almost ready to unlock the door and go inside, when Bast wraps an arm around me and gently grabs my chin with the other hand. He steadily leans down, pressing a soft, but firm, kiss against my lips.
“Angel?”
When I realize he’s talking to me, I open my eyes to look at him.When did I close my eyes?“Yes?”
“Were you going to invite me in?” He delivers that question with a sultry smirk like he’s got a trick up his sleeve.
“Oh… Yeah.” I turn to unlock the door and then spin to face him again. “Would you like to come in for a glass of wine? Or bourbon?”
His smirk widens, and he nods his head slowly. I gulp, and with each nod, I feel my pulse quicken. I spin back to the door, push it open, and then close it, locking it for the night.
I quickly let Mom know I’m home, and once I have our drinks made, I lead him down to my room. Once inside, I close the door.
I turn to lean back against the door, taking a sip of my wine, observing Bast moving around my room. He takes in my closet, the bathroom, and my desk.
“I doubt you seriously asked if I was going to invite you in so you can evaluate how my bedding coordinates with my wall color.”
He turns to me, eyeing me, before taking a large gulp of his bourbon, downing half the glass. He then sets the glass on the coaster I keep on my desk and removes his jacket, hanging it over the back of my chair. Bast then turns, and I see the shift in his personality. No longer the passive, quiet friend; this man stalks toward me like the alpha male he is, dominant and in charge. I take a sip of my wine as he approaches me, and when he gets close enough, he takes my glass in one hand, and my hand in the other. He leads me to the bed, setting my glass on the nightstand, and he kneels to assist me in removing my boots. When he rises back to his feet, he whispers in my ear.
“Angel, I brought you back here, as I felt you’d feel the safest in your home, with your new security system. If you don’t want to do this, now is the time to speak up.”
I’m nervous, but I remain silent, knowing I’m ready. At least to try.
“Good girl. Are you comfortable removing clothes?” He pulls back just enough to look down into my eyes.
I smile and nod my head, crossing my arms to remove my shirt. Once I’ve gotten it over my head, I throw it toward the closet.
He takes in every bit of exposed skin with his eyes, biting his lip, before he asks, “Do I have your permission to touch you?”
Fuck, every time he asks me for something, it’s embarrassing. But I also feel reassured, like he won’t do anything without asking first. I nod my head again, but he immediately disagrees.
“No, Angel, for this, I need words.”
“Touch me, Bast. Please.”
He groans at my words, sliding his hands from my shoulders down my arms, and then skimming my ribs to come up and cup my breasts over my bra. He slips a finger along the cup while asking, “May I take this off?”
“Yes,” I pant. My breaths are coming faster and faster, my breasts ready for his touch. When he reaches around with one hand and pops the three snaps, I moan, my nipples pebbling from the cool air of the room. Bast immediately swallows my sounds in a kiss as he showers my tits with attention. Once I’m quiet again, he begins to kiss, lick, and suck his way down to my chest. When he’s bending halfway over, he gently lowers me back onto the bed, clasping both of my hands in his.
“I’m holding your hands for now; I don’t want you distracting yourself by touching me,” he says, grinding against my core. His jeans do nothing to hide the hard-as-granite cock underneath, and my pussy floods, knowing he's teasing me to prepare me to take him. “I need you to keep your voice down. You don’t want your Mom asking questions. I’m here for you, Angel.”
I feel safe with Bast. It’s ok to have my hands held down. I can still move,I tell myself.I’m still in control.
At that point, I feel his warm tongue wrap around a nipple, and waves of electricity flood my body, triggering my core to clench around nothing.
I moan again, but Bast pops off my nipple to give it a quick, gentle bite.
