Page 4 of Fire & Ice

“So why can’t they be stopped? I know that we are powerful, but surely there is a fail safe?”

“It has been tried, son. Armies have fallen, thousands of fragiles, gifted, and halflings torn apart. Lost to the violent hand of a grieving mated suffering from Lost Love's Curse. The most they can hope to do is capture and lock them away until they succumb to their final eternal rest. It took three hundred years for the last mated who fell under the curse to finally fall into their eternal rest, and that was from them being starved and suffering with the madness of loneliness. If were to lose your mother, I know I would be the same,” Lucas said as he squeezed his son’s shoulder.

Beau looked at his father and saw the love he had for his mother shining back at him from the matching crystal blue eyes, and he thought that type of love might be something worth becoming a monster for.

“Son, just know that your heart will not quicken for anyone, and you will not feel true desire for anyone who is not intended to be your mated. With one glance it will be like your universe has rearranged itself. There they will stand, at the newly constructed center of it. Your blood. Your moon. The rhythm of your heartbeat. She will become the person you will live for. The person whose gift will merge with your own in perfect harmony.”

"Hmmm, nothing to be nervous about then?” Beau chuckled. “No pressure either hmm…”

“No son, no pressure, we know that everyone is not so lucky to find their mated as quickly as your mother and I, and you have a hundred years to grow and find them.”

“Right no pressure,” I let out a long sigh as I gazed once more at the crystal image in my hands, a yearning ache in my chest. Was there even someone out there who could match me, who could complement my gift of Ice? I'd seen other halflings and gifted find love and marry, but not one that had been mated. Being mated was a soul-deep connection that bound two people together in every way possible for eternity.

My breath was heavy as I tried to stifle the restlessness that bubbled inside of me. It was my duty as the eldest son of the royal family to be strong, wise, and focused. But it was so overwhelming at times. With a deep breath, I opened my hands and let the crystal image of her dissolve into nothingness. I knew what I needed to focus on first—being a prince and leader—instead of letting myself get tangled up in dreams that could never come true.

As I exited the room, the cold still lingered in my fingertips, and I rubbed them together to generate warmth. The palace was quiet at this time of night, and I welcomed the soothing silence. Yet it was short-lived as Marcus, my most loyal guard, approached me with a bow Knowing me so well, he could sense something was awry.

"My prince," Marcus bowed. "Is everything alright? Did Prince Gabriel find you?"

I nodded my head. “Just needed a minute to myself.”

Marcus followed, faithfully by my side, and I couldn't help but be thankful for his trust and loyalty through all our years of friendship. We trod the corridors in peaceful quietude, until we reached my chambers. I bid Marcus goodnight before closing the door behind me.

Undressed and nestled between the warmth of my heated sheets, my mind was wandering, hearing ice crystals tapping against the windows. I shut my eyes, focusing on slowing and deepening my breathing until a tranquil serenity had settled over me.

Then suddenly, her whispers came back as they had so many other nights in my dreams. At first, it was faint and distant like a buzzing in the far recesses of my subconsciousness. But then the murmurs grew louder until pleasurable shocks were zapping through me directly to my shaft at her insistent voice.

"Ahhhh, Ohhh," she moaned. "I love how you touch me."

I shook my head trying to make her vanish from my thoughts, yet she only became louder.

I felt the fog begin to settle in my mind as I lay back down and ran my hand through my hair, fingers tangling in the thick black strands. Closing my eyes, I tried to clear away all distraction, but the whispers just kept getting louder and more persistent. It was like I was being called from a faraway place. It felt like someone was bewitching me with their words, and it both scared and excited me.

I shifted uncomfortably in bed, turning onto my back so that only moonlight illuminated my room. The voice got clearer and clearer. It seemed to have wormed its way into my mind both awake and asleep, encouraging me, seducing me.

"Show me. Tell me." The whisper grew almost desperate now, demanding an answer. I licked my lips nervously, feeling the heat rise inside of me. This had to be a dream, nothing more or less. This was turning me on too much.

"What do you want sweetling?" I moaned without realizing it, not sure if I had said the words aloud.

“I want you to touch me. I want to feel your fingers on my body. I want you to fuck me."

My hips thrust into the air, my cock growing harder, thicker, more sensitive. My mind railed against me, telling me to wake up before I did anything stupid, but it was futile. Both my mind and body were in a feverish state of lust.

"Yes, harder, faster," came her sultry voice over the dreamscape.

My cock twitched eagerly in response to her words, and a guttural groan escaped me as I felt her voice washing over me like a wave of heat.

"Yes, I want to devour you. I want to be deep inside of you. I love the way your heat feels around my cock."

"Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me baby."

Unable to resist, I stroked my cock, coating it with precum as my hips thrust into the air spurred on by imaginary visions of having her tight around me. Even though it was only a dream, each stroke of my hand along my shaft left me longing for her touch in reality.

Pleasure ripped through me, causing me to buck into my hand as cum spurted from my cock and onto my stomach, cool flashes of pleasure running through my body. I bucked again, my breathing shallow and uneven as I tried to catch my breath, but the pleasure kept coming, coursing through my very veins.

I don't know how long I lay there, but it wasn't long before I began to feel the heavy fog settling around me. The dream had faded, but I knew that was only because the real thing had yet to happen. I'd been dreaming of her for almost a year now, but I'd always been so confused because I've never known her identity.

Laying there, covered in cum, I knew that it was just a dream; it had all been in my head. But still I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have her wrapped around me, to feel the heat of her slit around my cool cock.

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