Novel & Cerita A Touch Of Frost Book

But why are they kept at the top of the shelf? I was annoyed and gave a glance towards my uncle to see what he was doing as I didn't want him to catch me reading erotic books so I would steal it without his notice. He was still busy with his work and I smiled happily and reached for the book but I am such a shortie in front of the shelf, my hand wasn't going anywhere near the book. So I tiptoed as much as I could and tried to reach for it. I kept doing it for more than a minute until my toes started hurting and my hands tried to stretch more to grab the book and that's when I felt a presence behind me.

the stranger crowed. Before she could spit another insult a blur of white and gray fur crashed into her. Smoke gaped at Frost as her mother drove her claws across the stranger's shoulders. The tortoiseshell's teeth clacked in the air, just barely missing Frost's muzzle. With a snarl of fury and vengeance Frost whipped around and slashed her claws across the tortoiseshell's own muzzle. The tortoiseshell stumbled back in surprise at Frost's sudden attack and shook off droplets of blood. "If I ever catch you hurting my kits again, your pelt isn't the only thing that will be missing!" Frost snarled. The venom in her voice sent chills down Smoke's spine. "Leave now, or I might change my mind now,

That got my eyes slowly dimming at his touch with my body moving to his rhythm. His finger came down to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. "Don't you have a meeting to attend to?" I asked, gradually drifting into his charm. When he unhooked the fourth button, i felt his hand going under my top, reaching for my right boob. His hand came around it, giving a gentle squeeze, causing my body to sway at his touch. "The meeting can wait." His lips came down on my neck with kisses, trailing my skin with his tempting and Icy touch.

Then she turned on her heels and left, still giggling. I loved to listen to her laughter, but it left a dull ache in my heart. I started ripping off the gift wraps just to keep myself distracted. But it didn’t help much. My mind kept veering to the best day of my life, my wedding day. I still found it difficult to believe that Eva could do such a thing. I felt something moist in my hand, and I dropped it with a scream. Looking down, I found a book that appeared to have a cover made of real fur. A note had slid out of the book due to the fall.

Chapter 59 ~~~DARK DOMAIN~~~ 4PM Frost sat slouched in the clan balcony chair, cigarette dangling between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily into the afternoon air. His gaze was distant, jaw tight, the kind of upset that brewed in silence. Kendrox strolled in, hands in his pockets, and without a word slid into the seat beside him. He plucked the cigarette from Frost’s hand and crushed it in the ashtray. "What the hell—" Frost began, but Kendrox was already snatching the whole packet from his lap and tossing it into the bin.

The faint, residual heat of her body began to melt a microscopic layer of frost on the pelt’s surface. Cian knelt beside her, his presence a wave of intensified cold. “Close your eyes.” When she did not immediately obey, he added, “The lesson requires it.” With a slow blink of defiance, she complied. Her world narrowed to the sound of his breathing, the scent of frost and night-blooming flowers that clung to him, and the overwhelming cold. His touch, when it came, was a shock. Not painful, but profound. His long, cool fingers rested on the bare skin of her forearm, just above her wrist. A jolt went through her, a spark of something that was not quite warmth, but a reaction nonetheless.

Ember Frost’s POV Orion pulled me into a warm embrace, as if he wanted to merge our souls together. We nestled together among the daisies, our hands entwined, our foreheads resting against each other, like young wolf pups huddling for warmth. "Winter flowers, really? This is incredible." I gently plucked a petal from the flower. "I guess magic isn’t completely useless after all. At least it lets you feel the warmth of spring, even in the coldest winter."

He leaned over the table. "It doesn't look dangerous." "Rohan, wai—" He picked it up. "Agh!" The stone fell from his fingers as he cried out in pain. It struck the tabletop with a crack. Thin white frost appeared across the polished wood in different directions. I instinctively stepped back. Rohan clutched his hand, his face twisted in disbelief. "It burned me." Angry red marks were already spreading across his palm. Not cuts, not blisters. Burns. The frost stayed for only a few moments before slowly melting away, leaving the table untouched, as though nothing had happened.

I was already wet. God. It was so Embarrassingly. Frost noticed. His eyes flicked up to mine, darker now. “Look at you,” he murmured. He hooked his fingers in my underwear and dragged them down my legs, tossing them aside. Then he just looked at me for a long moment, open and exposed under the low light. “Touch yourself,” he said. My face burned. “What?” “You heard me.” His voice stayed calm, almost patient. “I want you to show me how you like to be touched. Slow.”

The Wolves Beneath the Frost Selena's POV The orchard ridge was a graveyard of black spears when dawn finally clawed its way across the horizon. Frost draped the charred stumps like funeral shrouds, the hush so heavy Selena could taste it on her tongue every time she breathed. She stood alone at the ridge's edge, cloak flaring behind her in the marrow-deep wind that whistled through the gaps where roots jutted from the frozen trench. Below, the old marsh path lay frozen solid, the brine pits crusted over with a skin of ice that cracked whenever the wind shifted. Wolves had dragged Calor's last scouts there, burying them deep enough that when the spring thaw came, the orchard roots would drin