Snowed In with a Bigfoot, a Yeti, & a Werewolf: A Dark Fantasy Romance
Updated: Aug 7
by Honey Cummings
Wilma had limits.
It’s not that she didn’t want to explore the promises Tenzin had whispered about. Especially when he pinned her on the table, her body flushed with heat. Her eyes darted across the steaming, bubbling hot spring. Those icy blue irises cut through the steam, bright and sharp. He watched her with a gaze that was both alluring and infuriating. It dissected her, unlike the stares from her ex-fiancé or her boss. This was something deeper, something she had never experienced before.
Settling into the alcove’s stone seat, she waited. How long would it take for him to close the gap? Above her, the small opening in the grotto revealed flurries drifting between her and the stars. It was beautiful. As hot as the water was, it felt insane to think she had been snowed in—technically still snowed in—with three very sexy monsters. Leaning back, she let her muscles relax and closed her eyes. Tenzin’s silence weighed heavier than his words, but she knew he hadn’t moved from where he sat.
The water would give him away, surely.
Her mind circled back to a horrible dream that had dredged painful memories to the surface. The ache in her chest matched her unsteady breath. When she returned home, would she still have a job? Could she handle another encounter with the other Wilma? She inhaled deeply, holding it.
You have bigger problems to resolve first.
Exhaling, she finally released the breath she had been holding.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Tenzin’s voice carried over the spring with ease.
Eyes still closed, leaning against the alcove lip, she replied, “No, thank you.”
“Seemed like a shitty dream,” he pressed.
“Memory,” she corrected.
A long silence followed. She strained to listen for the slosh of water, fearing he would come any closer.
“I might have lost my job,” she added, hoping it would keep him in his alcove.
“What makes you so sure?” Tenzin’s tone lacked the condescension it had carried since her arrival. “Why come out here and risk losing your job?”
Heaving a sigh, she relented more information than she had intended to share. “I’m out here riding out my PTO before they pull the plug.”
“And over what incident?” Tenzin seemed genuinely interested. She peeked one eye open to see he hadn’t stopped staring in her direction. “Come on. It can’t be that bad. It takes a lot these days to instantly fire someone.”
“I underbid a multimillion-dollar project by 70% for the first time in my ten or so years there.” She covered her face in frustration. “They were arguing whether to let me go on the spot. They put me on probation for a week with no pay. So, I put in all my PTO to hold off the inevitable.” Groaning, she added, “I’m so fucked!”
After her voice echoed through the cave, Tenzin pressed for more information. “What do you do for work?”
“General contract bids for corporate buildings.” She glared at Tenzin.
“Impressive.” He purred the word, and it annoyed her immensely.
“Did you not register that I’m fired when I get back?” Her frown deepened as the corner of his lips kicked up. “What’s so funny?”
“Just seems strange that you think you’re fired over one mistake in a decade of being there.”
His chuckle rolled from him, deep and resonant. She pressed her thighs together tighter, as if trying to barricade her fortress. His eyes dipped over her, and she stiffened. It was as if he knew, could sense the arousal that flared every time. Furrowing her brow, she bit her bottom lip. Her heart fluttered as her fists balled at her sides under the water. Glaring at him, she wondered if he would be anything like Boone if she pressed him for answers. Exactly how much would Tenzin divulge now that they were alone in his little safe haven, er, steamy grotto palace?
“Why do you look at me like that?” Swallowing hard, part of her wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear the answer.
Those icy eyes narrowed. “You really have no idea, do you?”
“I guess not,” she spat bitterly.
He pushed out into the middle of the spring. Alarmed, Wilma pulled herself up into the alcove at the statues’ feet. Pausing, he laughed at her knee-jerk reaction.
“I won’t bite … too hard,” he jested, daring to swim closer, nearing her alcove slowly.
“You go back over there,” she shouted, pointing at where he had left. “I mean it!”
“Or what?” His words hit hard as he stopped at the edge of the underwater seat. “I wanted to show you something.”
Wilma wiggled herself behind the statues, hissing, “Go back! You’ve been showing me plenty since I arrived at your godforsaken cabin, Tenzin!”
A grumbling sound rolled from him. “I love it when you shout my name like that, snowflake.”
“If this is your idea of flirting,” she seethed, “you should know it sucks.”
“Look, seriously, I wanted to show you—”
I WAS MADE FOR LOVIN’ YOU—
The sound of a telephone ringing to the tune of I Was Made For Lovin’ You by YUNGBLUD interjected. She looked to a table beside the hot springs. Tenzin dragged a hand over his face. As his eyes peeked over the top of his hand, he locked eyes with Wilma. She flinched, shrinking behind the statue.
“Don’t you dare go anywhere,” he threatened before swimming in full stride back to the steps.
Wilma watched from behind her half-naked stone protectors as they embraced one another. The way the wet white locks hung down his dark-skinned back sent a salacious sensation waving through her. Again, he paused and looked back at her with a wicked grin. He knew. They all knew. The slightest arousal, warmth at her core, seemed to be more than enough to catch their attention. Tenzin was very aware she was losing this battle to her own wanton desires.
“What is it, LeAnn?” Tenzin drawled, water dripping off his body and chin as he kept his eyes on Wilma like a predator watching its next meal. “I’m a little busy.”
“Well, you sent Lucan and Boone here for the generator, so I figured you were still at the cabin.” LeAnne huffed. “What’s the name of that pizza joint?”
“Which pizza joint?” Tenzin pinched his nose.
“The one with the macaroni cheese pizza.” LeAnne sounded as annoyed as he did. “It’s going on your card since I’ve been stuck here running your fucking shift.”
Huffing, Tenzin answered, “Broadway Pizzeria.”
“That’s the one!” LeAnne murmured something before a familiar voice cut in.
“Did you figure out that pizza place, my beautiful she-wolf?” Lucan was looking for another tussle already. “Oh, is that Tenzin?” A growl escaped him. “Where the fuck did you go? We thought we lost you in the storm, jackass!”
Tenzin smirked, hanging up the phone. “Good. They’re still at the ski lodge.”
He took two long strides and dove back in, swimming back to Wilma’s alcove. She pressed her back against the stone wall. There was nowhere to go. Her heart thumped, trying just as hard to escape.
Can I really handle another round with one of these … monsters? Men? Fuck.
Tenzin surfaced from the water and pulled himself into the seating area. “Are you that afraid of me?” Tenzin snorted, wiping water from his face before pulling his hair over one shoulder.
“No offense,” Wilma squinted her eyes, “I don’t feel like drowning while being fucked by a yeti tonight.”
Tenzin released a loud guffaw, startling her. “Is that what you’re worried about?”
“Yes. That and if we’re doing this, I demand some place,” Wilma looked all around before meeting his gaze, “softer.”
Tenzin arched a brow. “Okay, snowflake. I can do that.” He offered his hand.
Wilma stared at his hand as if it were a venomous viper ready to strike. “I don’t trust you.”
“I’m the only one who’s been able to hold back this long.” Tenzin spoke with utmost confidence. “Though, I can’t promise for how much longer if you keep … catching my attention.” His eyes dipped over her as she stepped out from behind the promiscuous couple who had shielded her. “You feel it, and I smell it like jasmine blooming in the night.”
Swallowing, it was an elegant way for him to deliver what she had been trying to ask. Every flush her body experienced meant they knew. It was embarrassing, horridly raw, and somehow, an attractive idea. The way he devoured her with his eyes would stop the tangle of emotions and swallow her with desire. She reached for his hand, and he helped her ease back into the spring. Wilma watched how his muscles tensed. Tenzin was fighting his nature, the instincts that drove him to whisk her away to be alone and have her all to himself. He was indeed starting to slip, to lose to his—her eyes drifted down, and she turned, face red.
“I don’t know why you keep doing that. You can stare,” he teased, tugging her along as they eased into the deeper water and gently swam to the stairs. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it at this rate.”
“Look here,” she grumbled with disapproval. “It’s not normal. Not one, but three very hot men with hard-ons wanting to take you for a ride is abnormal by itself.”
They reached the first step, and he aided her as she continued her rant.
“And let’s now add the weird peach cobbler bullshit. No, no, that’s not even the peak of ridiculousness!”
He entwined her fingers in his and kissed the top of her palm, grinning as he listened.
“Snowed in with a bigfoot, a yeti, and a werewolf. You’re not even supposed to be real.”
He tugged her behind him, leading her down a side hallway she had overlooked before.
“And that whole knotting thing? What the fuck! I would have liked to know before you stick it in!”
Tenzin stifled a laugh.
“Let’s not forget I’m your punishment for denying my grandmother fucking ice cream!” She held her head with her free hand. “A witch. She’s a witch, and I had no idea. You know how many summers I spent out here as a little girl?”
Opening a door, he led her inside a grand bedroom.
“But she thinks I need a four—” Wilma blinked as he let go of her hand and closed the door. “Holy shit.”
This was nothing like the minimalist bedroom in the cabin. Here, chandeliers and low lighting set a renaissance-worthy mood. At the center, a four-poster canopy bed fit for a king and his harem of women. Blinking, she looked at the renaissance art on the wall in the round room. A doorway carved in the stone led to what she could see was surely a bathroom. The mahogany wood dressers and desk matched the wood on the bed. It was worthy of a royal bedroom in one of those museum tours she took that time in Europe.
Gods, I was so drunk, but I remember a bedroom so much like this.
“Do you like it?” Tenzin leaned in, pulling a wet lock behind her ear.
“Not what I expected after seeing the cabin.” She covered her mouth, still processing the room.
“It gets boring if everything is always the same.” Tenzin laughed softly. “I like to be adventurous, much like you.”
She turned to him, the words striking. “What makes you think I’m adventurous?”
He kissed her, lips firm against her own before opening up for her. She lashed out, that minty peach flavor filling her senses. Her skin pimpled as he pulled her against him, his body wet and hot against her own. Breaking the kiss, he searched her face with a smug expression.
“Well, you just followed a very feral yeti to his bedroom, did you not, my little snowflake?” The sultry tone made her breath hitch as he caressed her jawline with a finger.
“And if I refuse?” She asked, a dangerous look in her eyes.
“Then I guess I’ll be the one doing the punishing,” his fingers tumbled down her spine, the sensation making her shiver. “Which will it be?” His voice rumbled in her ear.
Oh shit.
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