Chapter 26
Updated: 6 days ago
Snowed In with a Bigfoot, a Yeti, & a Werewolf
by Honey Cummings
Wilma went to push out of Lucan’s lap, but he pulled her in. The way he inhaled her scent, nuzzling at her neck as she did so, made it seem he couldn’t breathe without her. Her mark warmed, and her breath hitched. Peaches, sugary and syrupy, filled her senses. He wanted her, her body was more than happy to say yes. Flushed and damn-near panting, she was hot. Lucan chuckled into her.
“Moonshine, they might think poorly of me if we do it here,” he teased.
Wilma could feel how hard he was under her jeans. The way the mark buzzed at her neck sent a shiver of pleasure through her.
“Why does your mark react so much?” she whispered.
She could feel his fanged smile against her neck. “A bond with a wolf is strongest with his fated mate.” A shudder rattled her as he ran his tongue over the mark, the euphoria swelling in her chest hot and heavy. “Luna, our connection is the binding of our souls.”
Her heart fluttered at the idea of it. Lucan inhaled her scent again. Shifting in his lap didn’t help the salacious seat she found herself secured and strapped in by his arms. Again, she tried to pull free and he hugged tighter.
“Wait.” His voice was rumbly, a half-growl of some kind. “Not yet. I need a minute or I might shift.”
“I’m sorry.” Wilma sighed before kissing the top of his head.
“Moonshine, it’s just as much our problem as yours.” Every inhale just felt like he was addicted to her scent, slow and deep.
“But I did this when I marked Boone,” she confessed.
That fanged smile against her neck sent goosebumps across her skin. “I saw.”
“Aren’t you mad?” she pried. “I mean, I didn’t know it would happen so easily.”
“In the elevator, right? I caught the scent of you there.” Another lick across the mark as his hand slid up her inner thigh and groped her hard. “And you’re not done, are you?”
Heart racing, blood rushing, she felt so exposed as if the blossom peach smells mingling in the air wasn’t enough to say she was horny, and couldn’t stop thinking about Lucan at the kitchen table of the way he touched himself for her. A wave of heat washed over her and those luscious sensations when she came close to the breeding stump were coming back with a vengeance. She inhaled and held her breath. After she couldn’t hold it any more, she huffed it out and he chuckled as she tucked into him.
“Can we, you know, go somewhere more–”
He didn’t wait for her to ask the question. She found herself on her feet again, staring at Boone who gave her a smirk and wink.
Was he reassuring me to…
Lucan gripped her wrist and tugged her through the buffet and into the kitchen area. All around were employees in monster mode. A dragon-humanoid with a chef’s hat was using his fire breath on the gourmet wok, a pale woman covered in crystals was making fanciful ice statues on top of some kind of frozen dessert, and as they blew through another door, a raccoon and dog shifter were taking turns licking food off dirty plates before placing them on the wash rack. Another set of doors and she stumbled, wrist throbbing.
“Lucan it–”
He picked her up and she became very aware Tenzin and Boone weren’t the only ones who could princess carry her like she weighed nothing. Lucan was leaping down flights of stairs. She clung onto his neck, eyes shut, and she squeaked. They were going into the underbelly of the ski resort. Now he slowed as they walked through a dark hall. Pipes of various sizes ran overhead, hissing of vents and whirring of machines echoed all around them in a cacophony she had never heard before. He opened a steel door. As it slammed shut behind them, the room fell silent save their panting.
The room was too dark but he laid her across a soft bed before pulling a chain. The bulb flickered on. It was like a secret janitor room turned bachelor pad. Blinking, she was surprised how well kept it was. There was impressive art on the walls, book shelves full, and little works of art here and there. A cushion chair sat to one side by the door they had entered while the bed, though unmade, was soft under her hands. She held her wrist, his grip had made it red.
“Shit. Moonshine, I didn't mean to grab you that hard.” Lucan’s ears flattened.
He frowned, kneeling at the bedside. Gently, he coaxed her hand so he could see and began licking the wound.
“Um, this is awkward,” she announced.
“Get used to it.” He stood and let her reclaim her hand and wrist. “An alpha can heal his mate easily, as can his Luna.”
Stunned, she rolled her wrist. The redness, the throbbing ache, it was gone.
“Wow,” she breathed.
Lucan pulled off his shirt and before she could register his aim, his pants hit the floor at her feet. Her eyes fell to his throbbing cock. The arousal rolling through her was enough to make her breath hitch.
“You still want me?” The question fell from his lips far more seriously than she expected.
Lucan had unintentionally hurt her, but despite it all, she couldn’t deny her feelings.
“Shut up. You already know I do.” Wilma gave him a reassuring smile.
He was gentle, removing the boots before his hands slid up her jeans until he began to unbutton and unzip them. She watched, fascinated with the care he took. Rough and soft all in one package. His clawed hands were careful as he gripped and tugged her pants off her hips. She shifted, allowing them to glide off her ass and let him take them down her thighs until her feet were free.
Wilma bit her lip. His eyes focused between her thighs. Pushing her knees apart, he wasted no time. Leaning forward, she felt the heat of his breath barely a second before that blessed tongue barreled through her entire world and sent her blood boiling. She laid back, fist full of blankets and sheets. Lifting her knees onto his shoulders, she moaned with each pass of his silken tongue. He pulled her to the edge of the bed. Now his tongue circled and flicked. Her body jolted. Then he stood and pushed inside. It was graceful, intentional, and by gods, she was craving one of them to take her in such a way.
Lucan’s golden gaze was on her face. He hadn’t even bothered to disrobe her of the shirt and sweater. What he was after he had claimed and now wanted to indulge in how he made her feel. He held each leg in an arm. She watched with each grind how the muscles in his torso flexed and rippled in such a way before she felt his hard cock throb and press deep into her. Part of her wanted to have him stop. Stop before the knotting and before…
Who the fuck am I kidding? It feels so good right now.
“Faster,” she dared to whisper.
The corner of his mouth kicked up and an ear flicked. “But I’ll knot if we go any faster,” he warned. “Besides, that’s not what I’m after.”
Wilma tightened on him and he grunted. “I want to peek,” she demanded.
Lucan dropped her legs and leaned over her, noses almost touching. “Mark me, and I’ll make you the happiest Luna the world has ever known.”
Wilma laughed, her eyes dropping to his neck. She imagined that same glowing pink heart there on his neck forever just like he had marked her own. Part of her wanted to do it out of revenge. Another side of her liked the sexy vampire vibes it gave off.
Wait? Does this mean vampires exist?
“Focus, moonshine.” He drew back and thrust forward hard making her yelp. “If you wish to mark my neck, I’ll gladly let you do so.”
Her cheeks grew red. “Are you sure? I don’t even know if it’ll work so I might just be chomping onto your neck for no reason.”
“I’ll take that too. Be sure to leave any kind of mark.” He laughed, trailing a finger over her jawline and tracing his mark on her neck. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
She reached up, pulling him down and on top of her. Without any idea of how anything worked, she bit into his neck like he had done to her. A surge of magic, the only word she could imagine it was, passed through them both. He shuddered and she bit harder as he began to grind into her once more. The tingling heat and arousing waves mingled with one another until she let go. The bright pink heart shimmered to life on his neck, in the very spot she carried his own. She arched into him, wailing as she peaked. It took everything she had to fight her eyes from rolling back.
Reaching overhead, she gripped the sheets there. Another scream of pure bliss ripped out of her as she peaked once more. He suddenly pulled out, tumbling backwards with a firm grip on his cock. The knot’s swelling as he contained his own peak long enough to prevent another knotting. Stumbling back he haphazardly landed into the chair. Sitting up, alarmed by his departure. Eyes falling to his predicament, she pulled the sweater off and threw it at him. The moan he made as he released into the Alpacan wool sweater made Wilma flush once more.
Catching her breath, she finally pulled the words together. “What was that about?”
Lucan was leaning back into the chair, still stroking his cock in the soft sweater, head full tilt back as he spoke. “We shouldn’t knot right now.”
She thought about those words for a long moment. “You never seemed concerned about it before,” she pressed.
“You have a gala.” Suddenly, he shifted into full wolf mode.
This wasn’t the werewolf humanoid version she had witnessed before. No, this was the big giant wolf she had run her toes through his fur version. He shook his fur out before sniffing at the sweater.
“I’ll have that dry cleaned.” His ears flattened and Wilma realized this was embarrassing for him. “And, besides, we have one ticked off yeti that will,” those wolfish eyes drifted over her as he licked his jowls and tail wagged, “need to taste you for himself if he’s going to be able to attend the gala in one piece and keep it in one piece.” He snorted, pleased with his own humor.
“Tenzin.” Wilma said the name like it was a bad omen. “Do you think he’s looking for me right now?”
Lucan sat, tail still wagging. “Knowing him, he’s waiting for you back in the penthouse room.” Shifting, even with the thick fur, the pink magic of the heart was unphased. “How does it look, Luna? Does it please you?”
Wilma bit her bottom lip. She stared at it and pictured the one that matched on Boone’s arm. Then panic swelled. Flashes of what waited on the top floor of the ski lodge sent her scrambling for her jeans. She was picturing Tenzin. Naked. All those icy magical marks across that statuesque dark totem of a body he had.
Where the hell am I going to bite him that he’ll want to have a pink heart for the rest of his life?
She thought of her own.
Absolutely not biting his ass. Do I have to bite him to make it work?
Jumping so her thighs jiggled into the jeans she buttoned and zipped them.
“Oh, do that again.” Lucan panted, his tongue lolling out of his canine mouth.
“What?” Wilma’s thoughts derailed.
Lucan tilted his head, ears fully erect. “You have no bra on and those titties bounce like a couple of water balloons begging to be popped.” He made a chomping chatter with his fangs.
Her eyes dipped down and abruptly away. “Is that a red rocket,” she blurted.
Lucan made a high pitch whimper. “I can’t help my anatomy in this form. Don’t be mean.”
Covering her face, Wilma gathered her wits.
Just life reminding me I am fucking monsters at the end of the day. Maybe I should aim to bite Tenzin in the ass for this one.
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