Chapter 5
- May 21
- 8 min read
Updated: May 23
Snowed In with a Bigfoot, a Yeti, & a Werewolf
by Honey Cummings
Boone leaned against the door not daring to close the gap between him and Wilma. She stood. He pressed firmly against the wood making the door creak.
“Now wait a minute, Ladybug!” He threw out his arms. “It’s a little more complicated than that!”
“It’s sex, Boone. How complicated can it possibly get?” drawled Wilma, hands on her bare hips. “I need to blow some pent-up steam, you need to control your shifting. Two birds, one stone.”
Boone inhaled deep, and by some trick of light, seemed to get a little larger for doing so. “Look, Wilma. I’m not a gentle lover,” he announced.
She blinked. The cuddly, snuggly bigfoot just told her he’s one-eighty in the sheets. Her skin pimpled at the thought. Her eyes took him in, imagining how he might grip her hips. How that monstrously big lumberjack body could slam into her like a fucking sledgehammer. A shudder rocked her. When her eyes met his, his nostrils flared. Her breath hitched. She didn’t have to tell him a damn thing. Boone checked the lock once more.
“They’re going to know,” he warned.
“According to you, I’m going to have to fuck every single one of you to fix this, right?” Wilma shrugged, a heat and excitement filling her core. “And I think I might take advantage of it after everything I’ve been through in the last year.”
That happy grunt sound escaped him as he stalked closer. He searched her face as if to make sure her words matched what he saw. The warmth of his body cut through the chill that had been growing since the power went out. Callus fingers cupped her jaw. Boone’s kiss was hungry, hard as he pressed against her lips with his own. They parted and tongues slid against one another, silken and hot, a hint of peaches making her retreat.
“Whoa.” Wilma touched her lips. “Am I supposed to taste peaches?”
Boone arched a brow, a smirk forming on his bearded face. “Well, that’s a pleasant surprise.”
Pulling her forward, he kissed her deeply. A buzz filled her as she opened herself up, indulging in the flavor of the kiss. Pushing her onto the bed, flat on her back, his eyes swallowing up every curve her body offered. A hand slid up the center of her body, gliding between her breasts. Coasting over her collarbone, he gripped her neck, firm but not constricting. Boone pushed her knee, she opened her legs to him. Wilma watched, heart beating ever-faster. His other hand wasted no time, gliding down her inner thigh and feeling her world. His fingers slid across her, slick with her own body’s excitement. She inhaled swiftly. A happy grunt resounded once more, a finger sliding inside her. Wilma arched as he stroked steadily. She was beyond ready.
Damn he wasted no time and I am so here for this–
Without warning, he fingered her hard and fast. She went to wail and he squeezed her neck in warning. Flailing out, she grabbed a part of the blanket to muffle her squealing. Arching, she bit into the cloth, eyes squeezed shut. The orgasm he pulled from her hit hard and fast. Euphoria exploded, legs shaking. A grunt and he retreated. She caught her breath only seconds before he flipped her over, fingers digging into her hips pulling her to the edge of the bed. Pulling her closer to the heat of his body.
“You’re going to need to be quiet,” warned Boone.
“H-how?” Wilma looked over her shoulder with a bewildered look.
A wicked grin crossed his face, eyes glowing green. That glorious sledgehammer slammed forward. It was quick and thick. Wilma arched once more, but a firm grip on the back of her neck pushed her down. The timing perfectly muffled the wail of ecstasy he invoked in one firm thrust. He grinded against her, his cock throbbing inside her. All the tension she had been holding onto for months, for a year, came unraveled. She wanted it rough. Someone to overpower her in all the best ways. She just didn’t expect it to be the cuddly, protective bigfoot.
Boone drew back and slammed forward. Hammering into her hard and fast. The weight of him leaning on top of her, the heat of his hand on her neck. Again, she reached out, clawing at the blankets underneath her. Unable to find anything, she pressed her face into the mattress. She screamed. The heat of pleasure taking hold, deafening the world. Wilma wasn’t sure at what point he let go of her neck, but the fingers gripped her hips ached with the firm hold he had on her. Boone slowed. The way he filled her, the feel of him inside her making her moan. She pushed herself into him, and a happy grunt escaped him.
“Holy shit, Boone.” Panting Wilma rocked against him, shivers or erotic pleasure rolling through. “You don’t waste time, sir.”
Boone half-laughed. “I did warn you. I’m rough.”
Wilma gave a satisfied sigh before leaning back into him, his cock twitching inside her. With her back pressed into his torso, she let her finger descend, touching where they connected. Boone groaned as he wrapped his arms around her. The heat of his body against hers. His large hands squeezed her breasts. She moaned. Her body squeezed around him in reply. Goosebumps waved over her as Boone inhaled slow and deep.
“Why do you smell like sugar cookies?” Boone took another long sniff. “And cherries … and almonds?”
Wilma laughed and he throbbed inside her at the sound of it. “You were all talking like I stunk, so I went all-in to smell delicious.”
Boone hugged her tight into him, those marvelously large hands roaming across her flesh. “But that was the problem to start with, Ladybug. You were already smelling delicious.” He kissed her shoulder, his beard prickling at her skin. “And the cookie smell?”
“My deodorant,” she answered.
He baulked. “You’re kidding?”
“Nope.” Boone tilted his hip and pushed himself deeper inside her. “Oh!”
“Oh is right.” He pushed her forward, his hand burning a path down her spine before back in place against her neck. “But this view…” he murmured.
Scrambling for enough blanket to mute herself, Wilma muffled the scream as he slammed into her over and over again. Her body jolted with each connection. Boone pressed his weight down on her, pinning her as he fucked her hard. His other hand slid over her hip and a finger, slick and callus, rolled over her swollen pink pearl. Wilma came undone. The orgasm knocked her breath from her. He pushed deep into her, the heat of his release filling her. His fingers dug into her hips, moaning as he peaked and throbbed inside her.
“Shit.” Wilma breathed at last. “I came so hard…” She blinked.
“Oh, you feel so good.” A grunt and he pulled out slowly, stepping back to take in Wilma as she flopped onto her back, still panting. “You are so gorgeous.”
Wilma’s face flushed.
“I was worried there for a moment though,” he confessed, eyes darting away as he covered his mouth.
Furrowing her brow, Wilma asked, “Why?”
“I kept shifting,” he confessed.
Wilma’s eyes widened. “Is that why you flipped me over and pinned me down?”
Boone met her astonished expression. “A little. That and I could tell you were enjoying it.”
Cheeks red, Wilma admitted, “I didn’t … feel the difference?”
Boone dropped his hand and walked closer, searching her face for a moment. “I would have to say you might be my fated mate, but I have the feeling that it’s going to take several tries. I’m struggling to keep my human form as we speak.”
Wilma wiggled on the bed, thighs shut tight. The word “again” echoed through her then she remembered she still had a Yeti and Werewolf in the same situation downstairs. Her heart leapt to her throat.
I’m going to die having too much sex or via an orgasm at this rate if the other two fuck me like Boone did.
“You might want to take a shower…” Boone dragged a hand down his face. “The power’s out. We have no hot water.” Wilma winced at the fact. “They’re going to smell … me on you,” he explained. “And, I don’t know how they’ll react to either of us at this point.”
Wilma inhaled deep, standing though her legs still wobbly from her orgasms. “It was my choice, and I was the one who offered.” She marched to the bathroom. “I’ll clean up and get dressed. Wait for me.”
Boone smirked. “Yes ma’am.”
Wilma reapplied the deodorant and drenched herself in the body spray. It overpowered the … natural peach … smell she was emitting before, surely it could help stave off Boone’s own scent. Pulling on a shirt, she said fuck-it to a bra. Wiggling into panties and pajama pants, it was clear she was going nowhere between a snowstorm and three monsters in … heat?
Or am I the one in … heat?
Walking back out of the bathroom, Boone sighed seeing her clothed. Granted he looked mid-shift making it very clear how he was continuing to struggle.
“Didn’t help.” Boone shook his head at her words. “Did it get … worse?” She cringed.
“Maybe,” whispered Boone. “We tried,” he added in hopes of softening the bad news.
Wilma nodded, turning to open the door. On the other side were two very angry men. Both flared their nostrils and Wilma realized they had been there for most of their session. Lucan sniffed the air before sneezing.
“Boone, how could you?” A growl rolled from Lucan.
“It was my choice,” blurted Wilma and the two softened. “Unlike you two, I was able to get some answers on what was happening and why everyone’s panties were in a twist about it.” She crossed her arms and let the anger carry her. “Clearly we’re all going to get to know each other very well before I leave here considering … I’m in some strange heat or you're in heat?”
Tenzin groaned looking to the ceiling in some silent prayer.
Lucan looked offended. “Only females go into heat and…” Another deep inhale and a fanged grin. “That? That’s something way more saucy than a she-wolf ready to go, moonshine.”
“I believe we need to get a hold of your grandmother and figure out what spell she cast on me or us in this case.” Tenzin changed the topics with that all-business shield back up and in place. “Boone, you crossed a line.”
“It was her choice and we all know the moment she offers, none of us are at liberty to say no between instincts, attraction, and well…” Boone dipped his eyes over her. “Who could tell a curvy gal like that no?”
Wilma blushed. “Right, um, so from what I understand you all are having … shifting problems?”
Tenzin’s eyes widened. “What else did you tell her, Boone!”
Lucan rolled his eyes. “Tenzin, I think she already got that memo from when she ran downstairs and you Yeti’ed out on us.”
“It’s none of her business what… what…” Tenzin spun and marched for the stairs. “Everyone downstairs now! We’re calling the fucking mountain witch to sort this out!”
“Wait.” Wilma blinked and looked at Boone. “Is Tenzin … embarrassed?”
Lucan chuckled. “He doesn’t like people to know he’s a yeti.”
“He doesn’t like not being in control including business, life, and shifting,” added Boone with his own snickering.
“Wait.” She held up a hand as the conversation during her shocked moment on the couch came flooding back. “Did this happen because he pissed off my grandmother?” Wilma shook her head, another thought crashing into the first as sloppy as her car had done down the hill. “Why would granny send me here if that was the case? Am I his … punishment?” She held her head, feeling faint over the idea. “What the fuck!”
A call was overdue indeed.
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