Frozen Fanfic Lemon Novels & Stories

Juliette's point of view... DJ leaned forward with a disgusting grin spread on his face and pressed his shabby lips that of mine. I was wrapped up in many plasters, almost everywhere on my body and I couldn't even move my finger. What the hell is going on...!

"The tissue is severely torn. It'll scar." ​He paused, and I felt a different kind of touch. A strange, tingling pressure. ​"The Alpha was correct," he said, his voice holding a new note of... curiosity. "Your fated-bond is already at work. The flesh is knitting. Rapidly. Far faster than it should, even for one of us." ​His words confirmed Ares's. Lycan-fated. This... this bond... was already changing my body. It was healing me, tying me to him, to this place, whether I wanted it or not. The thought was horrifying.

"Stay close. Don't shift in the frozen food section. It’s bad for PR." Suddenly, the usual hum of the market died. A group of local hockey fans near the citrus display stopped mid-sentence. Whispers rippled through the aisles like a cold front. A young fan named Leo, his arm encased in a bright blue cast, froze with a carton of juice in his hand. Finn Reyes. The Alpha of the Miami Ice Dome. The most penalized—and most loved—enforcer in the league. "Is that him?" Leo whispered, his voice cracking.

He shouted from the side, "Jason, how could you do this to Yvonne? She loves you so much, and you cheated on her!" After saying that, he tried to punch me. Before he could even reach me, Yvonne pushed him away. Henry stumbled backward and fell, but Yvonne ignored him and kept her eyes on me. Her voice was trembling. "It's fake, isn't it? You hired someone to pretend to be your lover just to make me jealous." I looked at her calmly without saying a word. Yvonne started crying. For a moment, I was genuinely stunned. It was the first time I'd ever seen her cry.

Being used by Frost as he chases the pleasure that’s been denied to him for basically his whole life isn’t terrifying. It’s… freeing. Malix said I looked like a goddess when I jerked off him and Kian, and right now, I feel like one. I feel wild and free as I take Frost deeper into my throat, swallowing around him when he pauses with his cock buried inside me. My hands slide around to clutch at his ass as he fucks my face, breathing loudly in the small cocoon of the shower. I can feel him thickening against my tongue, and I know he must be close. So I push him even further.

He groans, cumming inside me, hot and thick, filling me as I clench, the tendrils keeping him hard even after. I don’t stop, riding through my climax, the dildo’s cold drawing another sharp orgasm, my moans too loud, reckless. The footsteps fade, but the danger lingers, my skin tingling. I pull off, his cum dripping down my thighs, and conjure ice to bind his cock again, keeping him ready. “Tomorrow, the frozen lake,” I whisper, trailing a frozen finger over his welts. “Where I’ll fuck you under the ice.” I leave him bound on the throne, panting, my gown barely holding together, the mirror catching my smirk as I slip out, already craving the next night’s sin.

Good thing is the frost bite was slowly disappearing and she now had some feeling in her hands as for my own side effect…lets just leave that as a story for another day. “I couldn’t even focus much…that dang chimera incident is driving me crazy. Morgan couldn’t find anything about a beta Morgan…like seriously, couldn’t the idiot leave a last name too!” I was off into my rant as I took a sip of Damien’s hot chocolate to quench my thirst. “Hey…get your own,” Damien tried getting his hot chocolate back but Freya came to my defense just on time. “Don’t be stingy , Damien. Just look at her,she looks horrible and definitely needs it more than you do,”

He recalled placing his hand on her head and saying, "From now on, no one will make you suffer again." … Afterward, he confined her in a freezer at -58°F for three days. Mason removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. The lenses were clouded with fog, though he could not say if it were from the cold or his own breath. Ethan rose and crossed to Harper's body. With his bloodied hand, he softly swept the frozen strands of hair from her face. For the first time, he truly saw her. Her lips were tinged blue-purple, her cheeks hollowed. Frostbite crept from behind her ears down to her jaw.

Pleasure folded back and forth between us until I couldn’t tell whose moans were whose. “I feel your grief,” I gasped, legs wrapping tight around his waist. “Your fear of what happens after hockey. The emptiness. And instead of running… I just want to be closer. Fuck, Callan I’m falling so deep into this.” He groaned, burying his face in my neck as he drove into me harder, the bed creaking beneath us. The dominant grip on my wrists never loosened, but his voice had lost its cold edge.

The full moon shone from outside the court through the large windows in the room and I felt a strange wind blow towards me, it was cold— extremely cold that I began to shiver slightly. Lucien noticed and he touched me, "It's the mating bond. Just...stay still." His touch warmed out the cold , but as soon as my body temperature turned normal again, it start to feel a bit off and I felt the hotness building up again from his prolonged touch and I just couldn't understand why my body was responding that way to his touch. I slowly drifted my hand away. "Freya, are you OK?" "Ye...Yes," I stammered, sliding my hair behind my ear. "Uhm... will that be all?"