Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

I took the offered piece, the sugary sweetness dissolving on my tongue almost instantly. We stood there, sharing the cotton candy, as Asher alternated between offering us pieces and devouring it himself. Theodore leaned in close again, his voice low and teasing. “It's sweet. But not as sweet as the dessert you had to offer me yesterday.” It took me a moment to register what he was implying, making my cheeks burn with heat. I felt that familiar blush creeping up again and quickly turned my attention back to Asher, who was now a sticky mess of pink sugar. “Looks like someone needs a napkin,” I said, grabbing a few from a nearby dispenser and wiping Asher’s face.

And while he had bitten the ogres, he hadn’t swallowed their blood, unconsciously knowing it was poison to him. The last person he’d drunk from was Grace. He’d gulped from her neck, her taste so decadent he’d wanted to stay there forever. And maybe he would have. Maybe he would have drained her if the thought of losing her had not slammed through him. That, followed by the thought of sampling the heaven between her legs, had driven him to leave her neck and descend. And he’d never been so glad to end a meal. Between her legs, she was sweeter than the nectar of honeysuckle.

she was nodding her head as she turned around, and was almost running to her room. I had expected a heated confrontation with that woman, not a dramatic argument with her brother. The thing was, it was none of my business, but seeing her look so sad brought a strange pang in my chest. Damn. I was becoming soft. This was expected, being around women, especially my little sister, Carrie, whom I thought I would never see nor touch again; she grew fiery but delicate. Fate had its twisted way of bringing pieces together, and Asher's life was forever changed. The latter was so in love I swore he'd crawl on his knees if Carrie ordered him to. Having said that, I was happy for them. *

Taking a spoonful of the stew he blew on it then held it out for me. I leaned in and took it slowly into my mouth while his eyes watched me closely. I chewed and lowered my eyes as I swallowed uncomfortably. Not liking the feelings of my heartbeat increasing from his musky scent. “He is your mate the Moon Goddess has allowed it to be so and he knows it that's why he traveled here alone I might add,” Ashina huffed in my mind while my nostrils flared and I screwed my mouth in a frown. Peering over at Frost I studied his features and the small scar that traveled down his cheek. He was the perfect picture of an astute warrior and ruggedly handsome.

A line not meant to be crossed without bleeding for it. The snow beyond wasn’t truly snow anymore. It wore a skin of frost, yes—but underneath, something glistened wrong. Not with reflections, but refractions. The light bent through it as if what lay beneath remembered blood. Then the scent hit. Not suddenly, but slow, curling in like smoke nosing under a door. Blood. Thick, iron-rich. It clotted in the air, ripe and heavy, like it had been spilled and left to ferment. Beneath that: sulfur. Acrid and bitter. A ghost of flame that hadn’t burned clean.

Asha was already warm and gooey with all of her old feelings being stirred up and mixing with the new ones Young was evoking. If she could describe herself right now she’d be a chocolate cookie fresh out the oven, with someone trying to eat it before it had a chance to cool down. And Young was definitely trying to eat her alive inside and out.

“Now.” Ashton shot me a look, his jaw tightening. I could see it in his eyes—he didn’t trust this any more than I did. But what choice did we have? We had already come this far, stepped into something we barely understood, and now there was no turning back. He exhaled sharply through his nose before lifting the goblet to his lips. My pulse hammered against my ribs as I followed his lead. The moment the liquid touched my tongue, an icy shiver crawled down my spine. It was thick, heavier than it should have been, and tasted like ashes and rot, like something that had been buried for too long.

The way she savored each spoonful of ice cream, her eyes lighting up with delight, made her look absolutely adorable. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold sweetness, and a tiny smudge of chocolate sauce lingered at the corner of her lips. Asher resisted the urge to reach out and wipe it away, realizing that such an intimate gesture might startle her. Instead, he admired her from afar, captivated by her genuine joy and childlike innocence.

“Yeah. I didn't know it was you either. Please, have a seat.” “Thank you,” she slid into the seat across from me. Then she looked down at the sundae. “Does it taste good?” “It does.” I said and called the waiter over. “I'll have an extra strawberry sundae and some …” “Actually, can you add one more to go? Ashie had a thing for sweets. They're his kryptonite.” Lia laughed lightly. Hold up. Ashie? What is that supposed to be? His nickname? It sounds made-up and Godawful. I bet Asher wouldn't even like it.

Let everything go back to normal. Normal. The word tasted like ash. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the quiet. Steam swirled around me thick and heavy. But I didn’t want normal, all I want is her. And that scared me more than any slap Ethan could throw.