Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.

Ashton asked focusing on how to dip his spoon inside the ice cream without her noticing which he successful did. “ Yes, I tend do a lot of weird things, behave bitchy to people and do things I might probably regret.” She told him, he froze then wondered if she regret the kiss. He sighed then licked the ice cream off the spoon. “ Fuck ! Why did it taste like toothpaste ? ” He asked eyeing the bowl in disgust. “ Toothpaste ? It tastes just fine, something is wrong with your taste buds.” She told him as she took one of the hot wings and dip inside the ice cream.

Ash continues talking, “I won’t take more. It’s for them, I wasn’t trying to take any.” She nods, giving him a concerned look, Kai thought about the taste of her milk. It was very odd, like witch’s moss and something bitter. The books said things like cream and honey and other nice things, but hers didn’t, maybe it was all the medicine she’d been given. She groans, and pants as she comes. Kai looks up at him, and he smirks. She’s always delicious, her come, her blood, her mouth, even the taste of her skin.

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

The cloying sweetness of honey cut with the bitter dust of dark chocolate. The chill of ashes carrying the bite of frost on its back. The sharp, green sting of pine needles steeped in the raw, living juice of crushed thistles. And pressing down over it all, the metallic tang of a coming storm fused with the electric crackle of ozone. A tempest of predatory signatures rose in the cold dawn, churning in the air with no challenge, but only submission and the clearing of a path. They forged an invisible wall of absolute protection at my back, a crushing vanguard that claimed the night.

Letting the cup drift from my lips, I let my tongue dart out and taste the sweet-smelling liquid. My face flushed instantly, my tongue tingling as my throat warmed. There was pomegranate laced with lemon and honey, with undertones of sweet cream. That small taste, I could feel it creeping to the deepest corners of my body, filling me with heat. My reaction must have satisfied Ash because a sultry grin formed on his face. He brought the glass up to his lips and drank, oblivious to the curse my friend placed on him.

I melt into him as pleasurable little shivers run faintly on my skin. Whoever it is, smells divine. Like sitting outside a bakery in spring, where the air is tinted with newly baked goods as the cool breeze gently strokes your face, bringing hints of sweet flowers along with it. I look up, and for the tiniest moment I think it's the Lycan Prince Asher. But it's not, I spent so much time studying their pictures yesterday I can tell them apart, at night with one eye.

Damon brushed a stray snowflake from her lashes with tender precision before leaning in to kiss her forehead. The world fell quiet ,just the hush of falling snow, the warmth of his touch, and the unspoken promise in his gaze. And Ivy thought, for the first time in a long time, that maybe she never wanted the moment to end and wanted time to freeze, so she could remain like this forever. Damon’s thumb lingered on her cheek, brushing away another snowflake as his gaze softened. Ivy opened her mouth to tease him again, but the words never left. Because Damon bent down and kissed her.

The heavy, suffocating silence of the library pressed in around them, thick with the scent of copper, rain, and the fading heat of the hearth. Eve remained draped across Valentino's massive frame, her fingers resting against the cold carbon fiber of his mask. Only a minute earlier she had felt so completely in control — the master strategist who had just outmaneuvered Marcus, the cold commander who felt no pain, who let nothing touch her that she hadn't already decided to let in.

Cassidy was pouring herself another shot, while Breyona grabbed a few containers of ice cream from the freezer. “We’re just teasing…” Cassidy giggled and tossed back the strong-scented liquor. Her perfect pout remained in place even though I knew her throat must be burning. “…I think every she-wolf dreams of meeting her mate that way. It’s just so strange seeing Asher wrapped around someone’s finger with how untouchable he can be.”