Chapter 6
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Snowed In with a Bigfoot, a Yeti, & a Werewolf
by Honey Cummings
Wilma sat at the kitchen table as Tenzin slid her phone across the table to her. Her eyes bounced between the three hulking monsters in their human forms who seemed unbothered by how nude they were, and apparently, would continue to be until the matter was … resolved. Pajama pants and shirt on, Wilma couldn’t deny she looked misplaced at the table among them. Cheeks blushing as she peeled her eyeballs off the attractive muscled flesh before her, her mind went back to the matter at hand. Pulling up “Granny Anderson” she dialed, promptly placing the call in Speaker Mode since this really went over her head. Let’s be honest, until about an hour or so, it finally sunk in that not only were cryptids and werewolves real, but magic existed and … tasted like peach cobbler? They all leaned in as Granny picked up the phone.
“How’s your day going, Wilma, my dear?” She almost cooed in the way she delivered the words as if she knew exactly what position Wilma was in shortly before the call. “Come on, give Granny the details.”
“It’s complicated and I need answers, Granny.” Wilma crossed her arms. “First, these … gentlemen,” Wilma choked the word out before clearing her throat to push forward, “What spell did you actually cast on us?”
Scoffing, Granny Anderson drawled, “A snowstorm. Nothing more, Tenzin. I know you’re there listening. You can’t go five seconds without taking control of a situation.”
Tenzin stiffened and his scowl deepened. “This is punishment for the incident at the ski lodge.”
“Oh, now we want to solve the matter. Should have done that when it happened. A little too late to be sorry.” A cackle escaped her. “You get to be snowed in and forced to be away from the ski lodge while I eat all the damn ice cream I very well please!”
“You do know he’s a yeti and can travel in the storm, right?” Lucan snorted. “Crazy old coot.”
“Did you send me out here as Tenzin’s punishment?” Wilma huffed and the three men baulked at her words.
“You were whining so much about how things were in the city, I figured a weekend with some man-candy, and a solid rebound option would get you out of your rut.” A sigh escaped Granny Anderson. “Look, when the snowstorm spell runs its course, I’m just around the mountain top here at the ski lodge. We’ll talk more about your situation then.”
“Ms. Anderson, we have a situation that needs to be solved now.” Boone leaned on the table, speaking stern as he met Wilma’s gaze. “Your granddaughter seems to be … special.” His brow furrowed as he struggled to find softer, more respectable phrasing. “As in, we’re all picking up the same, very special scent. I’m sure you’re more than aware of what that means when we catch scent of our fated mate, there’s risks involved and currently in effect between three of us.”
“Three?” Granny grew silent.
“That’s right.” Boone nodded to himself. “All three of us are smelling it in Wilma. And it’s strong,” he admitted.
“I thought it was just you and Tenzin there? Wait. Wilma, who else is there catching the scent?” demanded Granny.
Wilma blushed as she met Lucan’s fanged grin, his ears and tail popping into existence on his human form. “Lucan. A werewolf.”
“Lucan?” Granny Anderson’s tapping fingers came across the speaker. “As in, the handyman fucking Tenzin’s PA LeAnne? That Lucan?”
Tenzin dragged a hand over his face. “Yes. That Lucan.”
“My goodness, Wilma. I was hoping you would get one rebound, but you’re in for a ride.” She chuckled. “I mean, several rides at this rate. Good on you! Fiancé who, right?”
“Granny!” blurted Wilma, the heat in her face rising.
“Is there a spell you can cast to stop it?” Tenzin earned surprised looks from everyone, even Wilma who hadn’t thought to ask that much. “I’m willing to give you a lifetime of free ice cream at the ski lodge. We both know that’s more than enough to resolve cutting you off at the buffet the other day.”
“You denied an old woman ice cream?” Wilma arched a brow at Tenzin.
He pointed a finger into the table as he spoke. “Look, it wouldn’t have been an issue if she had paid for the buffet at least once that day.”
“I didn’t want anything but the ice cream,” defended Granny Anderson. “Why don’t you just offer an All-you-can-eat Ice Cream option in the first place!”
Boone covered his face. “This all happened because you got in between an old mountain witch and her love for ice cream?”
“In my defense,” reared Tenzin as his voice cracked. “I wouldn’t have if she hadn’t turned my employee into stone!”
“It was temporary!” Granny Anderson was shouting now. “I told you I would undo it as soon as I finished my current bowl! It was already half melted, by the old gods!”
“Are you nuts?” Tenzin screeched. “It’s a public space. There were innocents there. You could have exposed us all,” he pleaded. “You’re out of your damn mind.”
“That’s what memory spells are for,” drawled Granny Anderson.
Wilma inhaled slow and deep. Her grandmother continued bickering with the business tycoon as she let the situation soak in and settle. First off, the absurdity that she was there for a rebound, she couldn’t deny it ended up being something she needed. After her soiree with Boone, she seemed lighter, physically and emotionally. Thoughts of her fiancé and situation at work had stopped plaguing her mind. Granted, knowing she was snowed in with three monsters who not just wanted, but needed to bend her over to … meet what mother nature demanded? Then there was the concern written on Boone’s face. Hooking up solo hadn’t worked for him, but what of the others? Would a werewolf or yeti prove different results? She tapped her lips, deaf to the arguing unfolding before her between the three men and her grandmother who had proven she was pure chaos incarnate.
“How many times will I need to fuck them to stop the shifting issues?” The words fell from her lips as a mumble, but they had all fallen silent.
They had all heard her loud and clear.
Tenzin met her gaze, and sighed. “From what I understand, it always takes two or more times.”
Wilma blinked. Tenzin had spoken the words sternly, but there was a newfound softness or maybe it was the sound of defeat in his tone. The silence went on for a moment when a new voice shouted over the receiver.
“Tenzin!” The woman shouted with authority. “If you don’t get your yeti-ass back to this ski lodge, it’s going to be spaghetti!”
“LeAnne, I swear, if I could I would.” Tenzin groaned looking to the ceiling. “Just please, take care of business.”
“You don’t pay me enough to take care of business.” LeAnne half-laughed at the ridiculous request from her employer. “I mean it Tenzin. What the fuck.”
“How about a permanent raise?” Tenzin offered.
“And a bonus for this month,” added LeAnne.
“Fine. Done.” Tenzin shook his head.
“By the way, have you seen Lucan?” asked LeAnne. “He was supposed to fix the lock on room 423 today.”
Tenzin laughed. “He’s snowed in with us. Don’t worry, your favorite mutt will be back at work soon enough.”
LeAnne gave an exasperated huff. “You two owe me when you get back.”
A whimper escaped Lucan, ears pinned back. “I’ll make it up to you, my little she-wolf!”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she warned.
“Are you done with my phone yet?” Granny Anderson asked, the clinking of a spoon in a bowl audible.
“Here you go, enjoy your ice cream, crazy ol’witch.” And with that, Tenzin’s PA had left the conversation.
“Wilma, you still there?” Granny Anderson said with her mouth half-full.
“Y-yes?” Wilma swallowed, nervous what could she possible say at this stage.
“Good. Be warned, it does take more than once, and with all three at the same time may be the only option if they are all smelling peaches.” There was a mischievous giggle at the news.
“Did you just imply I need to have a three—foursome with them?” Wilma stood, her chair toppling over.
“That’s right. Enjoy your amazing foursome with—”
The phone died. A loud peep and the screen went black. They all looked to one another at the news they were going to need to do more than casual sex one-on-one with her. Well, if said one-on-one sessions failed that is. This was going to require Wilma to be sandwiched between three very seductive and dangerous shifters. Her heart beat fast and hard in her chest like a bird trying to escape its cage. An excitement settled into her core. The wave of arousal made her tighten her thighs as if lock the fort down was going to do fuck all for the raunchy visuals flooding her smutty mind. After being with Boone, she wondered what the others were like. Would their kisses taste equally peachy? Would they shift out on her too mid-deed? How different are they in the sheets compared to one another?
Their nostrils flared, eyes sharp and the look on their faces clear as day they could sense her … arousal.
“I’m totally game for a foursome.” Lucan shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Boone took in a steadying breath. “I think we should first see if it can be resolved one-on-one.”
“Like you just attempted and failed in my fucking bedroom, on my fucking bed no less?” There was jealousy cresting in Tenzin’s voice and eyes. “You know what, sure, let’s each take a turn.” He motioned to Wilma and she straightened, fists balling at her sides. “But she’s a fucking grown woman you two. It’s her choice who and when. I will not force myself, or allow any of you—”
“Whoa, whoa!” Wilma intercepted. “Not once have any of you left me with the impression of being forced. Though, it’s … a lot to take in.”
Lucan snorted, that twinkle in his amber eyes. “I’ve got a lot for you to take in if you want it, moonshine.”
Against her will, her eyes dropped to see how hard Lucan was at this very moment. “Oh, wow, ok…”
“I can’t do this,” Tenzin mumbled to himself. “Boone, show me the car. Maybe if we can get her out of here it’ll sort itself out.”
“Are you sure we should leave her alone with Lucan?” Boone’s eyes widened in alarm.
“Oh, we know where this is going.” Tenzin’s nostrils flared as he marched out of the kitchen, complaining as he went and failing to hide the jealous streak rising to the surface. “I can’t handle hearing, hell, fucking smelling that scent a second time. Let’s go.”
Boone turned to Wilma, arching a brow.
“I’ll be fine.” Wilma nodded, though the heat filling her and the rush of her blood had her curious. “Might as well keep trying, right?”
A chuckle escaped Boone, and he nodded. “Yes ma’am. I’ll see you when we get back.”
Swallowing, Wilma turned her attention to Lucan. The door slammed shut and the cabin went quiet. The power was still out. A crackling log crumbled and popped in the fireplace. Her eyes roamed over Lucan, assessing the next morsel on her mandatory sexual conquest. Red hair long and wavy cascaded across both shoulders. A wolven ear flicked and his tail wagged harder. She blinked.
“Are those,” she pointed at his tail and motioned at his ears, “Going to be there during … this?”
“Can’t help it,” he smirked. “You scared of me for it?”
“N-no.” Looking away, cheeks red it was quite the opposite. “So… where do you want to do … this?” Clearing her throat, her nerves tingling with the excitement of the very idea of it all. “Bedroom? Couch?”
A chuckled escaped him, a growling sound rolling from him like thunder. “Oh no, I’m taking you right here.”
“In the kitchen?” she blurted in surprise.
Lucan closed the gap, he was fast. Goosebumps rolled over her as he spun her and pushed her against the kitchen table. He kicked the toppled chair to the side. A clawed hand glided under her shirt, sliding up her back. The heat of it made her breath hitch. His knee slid between her thighs, his torso pushing against her until her ass slid onto the table at last. Lucan’s breath waved over her neck as he nuzzled her.
“Besides, moonshine. Last I checked you eat peach cobbler in the kitchen at the table.” His voice deep and sultry as he tugged at the band of her pajama pants. “Besides, I hope to hear that I’ve been a good boy when I finish my dessert.”
His tongue slid across her neck and he suckled hard, marking her. Her breath hitched as he caught her ear lobe in his teeth. His clawed hand retreated from her back to the front, another growl rolling through him as he cupped her breast. Wilma’s mind unraveled.
Is he … going to really eat me here on the table?
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