Chapter 27
Snowed In with a Bigfoot, a Yeti, & a Werewolf
by Honey Cummings
Lucan led her to an elevator amongst the concrete jungle covered in pipes and steam from boilers. She shuddered, basement cold without her sweater. The ding announced its arrival and they entered. Wilma did a double take as Lucan used a keycard. He gently had it between his teeth. Then sucked it into his mouth. She gasped. Clamping her hands over her mouth. One ear cocked back as he looked at her, pressing a button.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes looked her up and down, concerned she had been hurt elsewhere.
“Did you just eat that?” She gave him a bewildered expression that wavered between wonder and disgust.
“No.” Lucan sounded offended. “I cheek it.”
“Cheek it?” she asked.
“Yea.”
Wilma narrowed her eyes. “But what happens when you turn back into man mode?”
“I cheek it.” His tail wagged.
Wilma tilted her head unsure of the answer.
“My mouth’s big enough.” He scoffed as the elevator began to slow. “Well, good luck.”
“Good luck?” Wilma spat. “With what? The gala?”
“Tenzin.” Shaking out his fur, the elevator dinged and the doors opened seconds later.
Walking into the foyer was far more ominous than when she had passed through with Tenzin. It was colder as she held her arms for warmth. Well, that and to cover the grapes she was smuggling at the rate her body was going. She muttered under her breath, wishing somewhat she had tossed her shirt and not the sweater for Lucan to finish in.
“There you are.”
Boone’s voice made her jump.
“Shit.” Wilma spun to where the gentle bigfoot sat with chin propped against a fist. “You need a bell,” she hissed.
Boone chuckled before pointing at the door to the bedroom she had left this morning from. “He’s in there.” Then he pointed to the door on the opposite side. “LeAnne said your dress selection and other personal items are in there.”
Wilma’s eyes lingered on the door to Tenzin. “Is he ok?” Her voice was barely audible. “Is he … in yeti mode?”
“Not yet.” Boone scratched his chin as he peered down at Lucan who lazily scratched his ear with a backfoot. “He hides it well, even from me.”
“Even at the cabin,” she added.
Turning she headed for the room with the dresses. Lucan ran in front of her, blocking her way. Even Boone had come to stand. Both monsters, a bigfoot and a werewolf, stood like a brick wall made out of cryptid muscle before her. She grinned. Their reaction made her heart flutter. They cared about each other, despite the competitive attitudes. Then she remembered how Boone had phrased it all, their union.
This. This is what a marriage means. Caregiving and ensuring each of us are taken care of on so many levels. It’s kind of cute. My husbands are protecting the other husband.
She stifled a giggle.
“It’s not funny.” Lucan did a canine sneeze as a form of disapproval. “And neither of us want to hear about you trying to take that in while he’s in his natural state.”
Wilma’s humor sobered. “Oh no, I didn’t think about that.”
Without a second thought, she spun back to Tenzin’s door.
“Don’t knock,” advised Boone. “It’s your room too. Just go in.”
The idea of that made her nervous. She swallowed as she reached for the knob. After a short pause she opened it, sliding inside and shutting it behind her with a loud bang. She winced. It was not her aim to draw attention to herself. Reaching over, she locked the door.
I can’t handle a foursome right now. They all have me hot and bothered enough over this marking situation.
Turning back, the room was dark besides the snowstorm raging outside. Tenzin’s silhouette stood like a cutout against the wall of blurry white and raging winds. Even here, she could hear the storm howling outside. A shiver ran down her spine. All that energy was coming from them, from their bond, and instability of whatever magic lingered between them. Again, she swallowed as her eyes adjusted and she realized he stood there naked with his arms crossed.
Where would I bite him if he allowed it? Maybe I just mark him in the heat of the moment like with Boone? Yea, let’s do that.
“You feeling ok?” She ventured, though her voice seemed to damn near echo in the silence between them.
“Did you have fun running amok in my resort today with those two buffoons out there?” Tenzin’s voice was bitter and jealous, though he didn’t move or look her way. “Well?”
Her heart lodged in her throat, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. “Well…” she echoed.
“I’ve already seen the security footage for the elevator and the downstairs basement.” He shifted, though he didn’t look over his shoulder, he turned his head ever so slightly so his voice could carry. “Besides, the rumor mill is on fire with talks of an unknown mark.”
Wilma’s chest ached. There was a level of guilt there she didn’t know what to do with. He wasn’t angry. He was hurt. Left out of the adventures that they had while he dealt with matters and business.
“I should have gone with you to–”
“To work?” That made him laugh and relief filled her. “Absolutely not. Well, yet.”
“Yet?” She smiled and started to walk across the bedroom. “Are you offering me a job?”
“If being my Ice Queen didn’t work, I figured I could use someone with your skills and knowledge.” He had turned back to watch the storm. “LeAnne left your selection of dresses in the room across the hall.”
“I know. Boone let me know.” Inhaling deep, she could faintly smell that minty peach of Tenzin’s arousal that he seemed to be fighting against. “I’ll pick one after…” Her face flushed.
“After?” His icy gaze finally shifted to where she stood beside him, watching his stoic expression with great detail. “Well, after what?” The smell of peaches was growing as he arched his brow playfully.
“I think you already know,” she teased. “After all, seeing as you’re naked,” she dipped her eyes over him, “I see we’ve already had a slip of yeti-ness before I got here.”
A muscle flexed in his cheek and his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement at her insight. “I see we are aware of the chaos we have started.”
“The other two are stuck until,” she wagged her finger between them, “finish the last marking.”
His eyes fell to her breasts, her nipple erect and at the ready. “Where did your sweater go?”
Face turning red as her mind wandered back to how she last saw said sweater, her eyes darted to the side. “I spelled something on it at the buffet and it's at the dry cleaners.”
“You were right.” Tenzin sighed, reaching out to slide some of her hair out of her eyes. “Your nipples are very noticeable without a bra.”
“Thanks,” she replied with a flat tone. “So, where am I doing this?”
Tenzin laughed. “You can be horribly unromantic at times.”
“Says the tycoon who left me to do work and thought a hostile takeover of my workplace was a gesture of love,” she spat.
Tenzin cupped her face and kissed her. It was simple at first before he deepened it. His hands dropped, beginning to unfasten her jeans. The yeti markings across his body shimmered in reaction to the rising fragrance of minty peaches. She walked backwards towards the bed. Kicking off one boot, then the next. The kiss broke and she wiggled out of her pants. Tenzin’s hands were hot against her ribs before lifting her shirt up and off. Again, kissing more deeply with hunger, their bodies on fire as the heat radiated into one another. Her thighs hit the bed and she sat in an attempt not to fall over.
Tenzin crawled into the bed and she twisted to follow. He grabbed her wrist and tugged her closer. There was a glow to his eyes as he raked his gaze over her.
“On top,” he demanded. “I want you on top, this time.”
His words evoked a desire she didn’t know lay dormant. Her mind ran wild with the idea. He laid back, his cock hard and erect. Wilma took her time, straddling his hips, lowering herself onto his cock. He throbbed with every inch she allowed herself, allowing him to go deeper. After agonizing minutes, she had allowed herself to sit firmly connected. His hands glided up her thighs, across her stomach before groping her breast. It made her tighten on him and he moaned in reply. The sound of it made her inhale swiftly. Her arousal grew with each touch and sound of him. His pleasure fueled her own.
She let her eyes wander across the hardened planes of his torso before meeting his gaze. Their eyes met. Again, her body tightened around him. His cock throbbed. She moaned and rocked her hips in reply. Tenzin’s hands gripped her hips, making his own shift. Every little movement waved through them both. Wilma let her fingers feel where they were connected. She was so wet, the hilt of his cock so hard where it entered her. She played, making her body hug him in reply. Another moan from him encouraged her wanton wants. Rolling her finger, she circled her clit, eyes locked with his. Those icy tattoos flashed as his cock throbbed again.
The magic of the bond?
Wilma was curious. He rocked his hips into her, making her pause. The slight adjustment had almost made her peak. A smirk on those lips said he knew. Tenzin was very aware.
“Don’t stop,” his voice rumbled through her. “I want to watch you enjoy yourself,” he pleaded.
She went back to her circling, now rocking her hips to grind against him. His cock filled her, giving the muscles of her body something to rub against with each contraction her body evoked. Tenzin murmured words, but she couldn’t hear him over the edge she found herself teetering on. The sound of him pleading, moaning, and… her breath hitched. She peaked and lurched forward, folding in half. His arms were around her, hugging her against him as they moaned into one another. Shifting he began to thrust into her. She arched against his arms. A visceral shriek exploded from her as one orgasm lapsed over the first. The gush of heat between them only made the pleasure linger. It was hot, sticky, and wet now where she straddled his body.
They panted, heart pounding and pulsing into one another. Peaches. Minty and sugary filled their senses. Wilma let herself lay on top of him, still connected, still enjoying the lingering aftershocks of her climax. He had lightened his hold. Fingers trailing down the divot of her spine before caressing their way back to a shoulder only to repeat the motion again and again. After what seemed like an eternity, Wilma shifted. Cupping Tenzin’s face, she leaned down. Kissing his forehead. He had done it so often, she wanted to return the gesture. It was both affectionate, tender, and meaningful. That simple touch of his lips where he had marked her was something she would crave for the rest of her life.
Magic pulsed where her lips met the skin of his forehead.
Wilma rocked back, eyes wide. There on Tenzin’s fucking forehead was a pink glowing heart. His blue eyes were wide, fingers touching the spot. Their bodies buzzed with the eruption of magic as she had felt it happen with Boone and Lucan.
“But I didn’t bite you,” she reasoned.
“You didn’t, thankfully,” he furrowed his brow. “But to imagine you would hit me with the same level of bonding as I gave you.”
He grabbed her arm and yoked her back down and kissed her with the snowflake on her forehead. Magic buzzed in a strange new way and she gasped. Breaking free, she blinked at the pink heart as it evolved into almost a circlet on his head, or crown. Touching her own, she could see a vague reflection in the window of a similar result.
“What did you do to them to make them change like that?” she demanded.
“I can undo it,” he offered.
“No, don’t undo it,” she fussed. “It at least looks like some kind of glowing head jewelry like this.”
Tenzin laughed, rolling them so he caged her where she now laid on her back on the bed. “That is what the true crown of an Ice King and Queen bestows one another.” He leaned into her ear, whispering, “It means you are able to carry my magic in your veins, my rani.”
Wilma palmed his face away, eyes on the window. “But the storm didn’t stop.”
Tenzin pulled her hand off his face. “What do you mean?”
“Granny said the storm was because of our imbalance.” She swallowed as the wind howled once more, sleet ticking against the glass. “But now it seems to be more angry.”
Tenzin kissed her palm before offering, “We can call the others in and see if that fixes things.”
“Nope. No.” She yanked her hand back covering her face. “I need a breather. I've had enough promiscuous ongoings in places I probably shouldn't be having them.”
“Is the bedroom so taboo to join with one of your most beloved husbands?” Tenzin teased pulling away, his cock leaving her body making her breath hitch. “I can slide it back in.”
“Stop teasing me,” she wailed, rolling to the other side to escape him. “I need to pick out a dress and shower after the three of you all were touching me.”
“You were touching yourself.” Tenzin corrected before adding, “Though I can’t decide which of us is more responsible for how sticky–”
“Tenzin!” The heat of embarrassment filled her. “WHY?”
He chuckled. “Because it unravels you yet the smell of arousal only grows with each word. Fetish, perhaps?”
Dress. Gala. Think of nothing else for the remainder of this day for the love of it all, Wilma!
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