Novel & Cerita Jack Frost X Easter Bunny

she gasped, the fantasy blurring into desperate reality, her body craving their possession. But they weren't done. "Call in Frost," Santa grunted between thrusts, and the door cracked, another elf, Frost, 26 and built sturdy from hauling ice blocks, slipped in, his cock already hard and huge, rivaling Santa's in length. Shy in daily life, Frost's eyes darkened with long-suppressed desire for Dory, the girl who'd shared quiet lunches with him.

Hazel wandered into the garden, where her newfound rabbit friend eagerly awaited its morning treat. She offered a handful of vegetables, particularly favoring the carrots. Wyatt's voice, unexpectedly close, made her turn. He held two coffee mugs in his hands. "So you two have become friends," he remarked, kneeling beside her. Hazel cradled the bunny in her hands, rubbing its nose affectionately. Wyatt issued a playful warning, "Be careful; it might just bite your nose."

It was agony not knowing, but I busied myself with my duties. Opening the door, I felt the coldness hit me. It was like a freezer in here, and only Healing-Frost and the egg could handle the temperature. Putting aside my discomfort, I move over to Healing-Frost and look down at the constantly wiggling egg. “It is so close to hatching now,” Healing-Frost said as she looked down at me. There was silence for a moment before she shifted into a more human form. Her long, snow-white hair reached her knees and fell in graceful natural curls. Her eyes were an icy blue and her skin was almost as pale as her hair.

And I mechanically covered cookies in frosting, too aware of Derek across the table. "This one's for you, Dad," Sophie said, holding up a star cookie. "Because you're the best." "Thanks, sweetheart. I'll treasure it forever." They smiled at each other, this easy father-daughter affection that made my chest ache. This was what I was threatening. What kind of person was I? "I need some air," I said abruptly, setting down my frosting. I grabbed my coat and escaped outside. The cold air hit my face like a slap. My phone buzzed. Derek.

That afternoon, Jerilyn convinced the two men to take the little girl to the mall to have her picture taken with the Easter Bunny. Back in New York, Maggie spent the day going over files and briefs. She and Bobby texted several times and spoke again later that night. Sunday brought excitement at the Beaulieu home. With the enthusiastic energy that only a five-year-old possesses, Savannah awakened her father in the wee hours of the morning and peppered him with questions about the Easter Bunny, who had in fact visited, leaving a ridiculous amount of treats for the only child in the house. Bobby scratched his head and smiled as he watched his daughter dive into two huge baskets brimming with

“Hey, little lady. You’re Keira, I guess?” The baby gurgled, kicked her chubby little legs against Zoe’s body, totally selling her Mom out by smiling at Scars with every ounce of her cuteness. He returned her smile, then winked. “The way I hear it, kiddo, is you had a birthday yesterday. I also hear that you like bunnies. Is that true?” He cocked his head at Keira, then with a flourish, produced a pink rabbit from his jean jacket pocket. He handed it to Keira and she took it with a shriek of utter capitulation. Right away, she dropped the teething ring and bit the stuffed animal’s left ear, grinning widely the whole time. “Yeah, I guess my intel was solid.”

Or Skylar always takes her toys away. I gave the pink bunny to Ethan. He started reciting a spell. In a minute, the bunny started floating in the air. We both hopped into his car. That's when I noticed, he wasn't alone. He came with a very stunning blonde woman. The bunny started moving and Ethan started following it.

He lies comfortably on my arm, he makes me think of Bruce, and all of a sudden I miss him. As Cassy sees me from a distance, I see her face light up. She seems eager to see the bunny properly. I get to them, and her face spreads with smiles, and she can not get her eye off the bunny on my arms. I try giving Kelvin the bunny, but he flinches and hits the back of his leg on the bench. “Seriously?” I say.

My babies, who had looked at me like I was a stranger. I unlocked the phone. He didn’t even set a password. I took a slow breath and swallowed the cold water from the glass beside me, trying to steady myself. Then I went through his contacts. My name wasn’t there. Not “mate.” Not “wife.” Not even “Clara.” But Frost’s chat sat at the top. I opened it. Photo after photo.Frost smiling, wearing a gold birthday crown, holding my children in her arms. The twins clung to her, faces bright, while he stood behind them—his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

"Please. I have plans for you." Carter let out a strangled laugh, still catching his breath. "You are evil." Leo kissed his hipbone, then let his lips graze Carter's balls, dragging his tongue gently across the sensitive skin before whispering, "This Easter Bunny isn't cumming yet. Not right now." Then, softer--more possessive: "You come only when I say so. You're mine, Carter. My prize." Leo crawled up his body slowly, lips brushing over Carter's stomach, his chest, then his throat. He leaned in close, warm breath curling over Carter's ear as he whispered: