Chapter 7
- Jun 7
- 10 min read
Updated: Jun 9
Snowed In with a Bigfoot, a Yeti, & a Werewolf
by Honey Cummings
Lucan’s hands were back at her hips, fingers hooking the band of her pajama pants. Another tug on her pants, but her ass was glued to the table. He went to do it again, but she gripped his wrists. A scowl deepened across her features and Lucan’s ears flattened.
“Don’t you dare rip them off me,” she warned.
“Well, they are keeping me from my dessert,” he reasoned.
“Just … let me…” Wilma wiggled trying to raise her bottom up off the tabletop.
Lucan grabbed her ankles and placed her feet on his thighs. “There, push up and I’ll gladly pull them off.” He gave her a toothy grin.
Wilma’s body heated. The hardened muscles flexed under her feet, and she became very aware of the strength she was about to undertake. Pushing off his legs, he was quick to pull her pajama pants off her ass and down her thighs. He shifted his legs before she was ready, her butt slapping against the table as she lost balance, ankles tangled in her pants. The force of it all made her lay down, back landing hard on the table as Lucan pulled her feet free.
“W-wait!” she shouted in alarm.
“Moonshine…” he warned, eyes glowing amber as she propped up in time to watch him push her legs open, licking his lips.
“Exactly what do you intend to do with me?” she arched a brow, heart racing.
“I think you already know.” Lucan’s ear flicked and his tail wagged slow.
“If I say stop, I mean it.” Wilma swallowed, though it didn’t slow the drumming in her chest as she sat up once more to face him.
Her eyes dipped over Lucan, a quick reminder he had been naked and hard long before they were left alone to … make an attempt to break the bond. Or are we completing the bond? From his jaw to his forearms, muscles twitched in anticipation. He was fighting to hold himself back. Those amber eyes watched her in such a way it was more than a hungry stare. No, she was reminded he was a predator, a werewolf. This wasn’t all man, and he was most certainly more wolf than she had realized. Well, until she found herself on the table and on the menu. She flinched and he grinned wildly over the look she gave him.
Lucan’s tail wagged harder, his brows rose high. “Oh, are we establishing a safe word?”
“Pineapple pizza,” she blurted as if to make use of it immediately.
His smile faltered. “What? Why pineapple pizza?”
Wilma puffed her cheeks before confessing, “Because my stopping point is pineapple pizza. It’s gross.”
Lucan laughed. “Aw, you’re breaking my heart, moonshine!”
“Why’s that?” Wilma smirked, enjoying how his ears flipped and flicked with his emotions.
“I love pineapple pizza … especially with ranch,” he confessed, making her gag and shudder. “Calm down.” He snorted. “Pineapple pizza it is.”
Wilma’s hands pressed against his bare chest, the heat of his body making her blood rush. Lucan’s hands slid up her thighs, pushing them apart once more. Stepping toward her, he stood where his hips kept them from closing. Her knees sliding across his sides, Lucan’s hands raced to her shirt pushing it up and off. She let him, following his lead with arousal and excitement building with each touch. Every so often her eyes would snag on his wolfish ear or the tail. It was strange and exciting. Lucan nibbled at her ear, bringing her attention back to the task at hand. Her hands slid up his chest, over the top of his shoulders where her fingers tangled in his long, wild red locks. Another growl rolled from him, a strange sense of approval and sign she was goading him on.
Lips burnt their way down her neck, nipping and sucking as they paved a path to their end goal. She inhaled swiftly. Teeth catching a hardened nipple. The flat of his tongue slid across as if begging for forgiveness for the aggression. It only ended with lips wrapped around the sensitive flesh and sucking until a pop when he released. Her hands lazily followed his descent as his kissed and tasted her skin down her torso, below her belly button. She tensed with anticipation. Another growl in reply. His breath waved over her world like a hot summer’s breeze, promising everything that would follow. Another quick inhale filled her as she arched. The silken tongue ran from bottom to top, circling her clit.
He really meant it when he said he would be gobbling me up!
Another lick, deeper inside her only followed by another as if he intended to lap her up like melting ice cream. Fingers gripped his hair as the pleasure and heat blossomed into something deeper, sharper. Each stroke of his tongue made her eyes roll back. It was long, hot, and soft in all the right ways. She let go of his hair and the back of her hand hit his wolven ear. It flicked in reply. Sheepish, she couldn’t contain the compulsive action. Without hesitation, she grabbed both ears, surprised how hot, thick, and soft. They were undeniably real and very much part of the cunnilingus god between her thighs. A growl rolled from him, the vibration of it making her stiffen in alarm. The sensation erotic and sensual in a way she had never experienced. An ear flicked free of her fingers. Lucan shifted, licking hard, his tongue rolling over her clit before his lips wrapped around it. Sucking, he growled once more. She bucked. Laying back, heart and blood rushing as she yowled.
The orgasm erupted from her as he nibbled and sucked at her pink pearl. It took everything not to throw herself back considering she was far from the safety and cushioning of a bed. He ate her more deeply, aggressive and rumbling through her. She arched until the crown of her head pressed hard into the table, aching from her efforts. Thighs shook, pressing hard into the ripples of ribs and the fiery monster she found herself at the mercy of. She struggled to catch her breath, eyes shut tight as the pleasure took hold. His tongue dipped inside her, and she came undone. Her hands had abandoned his wolfish ears and grappled with his hair, white knuckled as his wicked tongue gobbled up her world. Another peak and she wailed with elation.
Fuck my ex-fiancé! I’m not going to remember his name after Lucan’s finished with me!
He retreated and she found her breath. By the time she dared to open her eyes, she found the glow in those amber eyes mesmerizing. Outside, the snowstorm had kicked up once more, wailing as loud as she had done as sleet slapped the kitchen window. The power was still out, and in the darkness of the cabin, it wasn’t an understatement how those yellow eyes lit up, wild and hungry for … her. Clawed hands rode up her thighs, across her hips as his hardened length pressed against her. A shudder rolled through her, goosebumps rolling across her skin as she panted. Leaning down, he kissed her. The peachy flavor deeper than it had been with Boone triggering something feral and driving a salacious need she hadn’t known existed at her core. She deepened the kiss, hungry to taste more of him, hell, her on his tongue still.
Lucan entered her slow. A half growl, half groan as he slid in and enjoyed every inch of him entering her world. By the time he was hilt deep, he had abandoned her lips to nuzzle and nip at her neck. A sigh escaped her, the sensual focus and constant tongue against her skin delightful. His cock jolted in reply. This wasn’t like the rough, hard fucking she had lost herself to upstairs with Boone. For a handyman, there wasn’t the same roughness of callus hands like her cuddly bigfoot lumberjack. Lucan wasn’t girthy but leaner, athletic, and slow in a very intoxicating way. He was hard, very hard, making her body react and feel him in a different way from anyone she had ever lain with. Wanting more, she rocked her hips against him. He nibbled at her ear before he spoke.
“Moonshine, you’re so delicious,” he purred, that growl rolling from him vibrating right down to his cock inside her. “Oh, we like that?”
“You’re,” Wilma swallowed before confessing, “You’re so hard I swear your cock vibrates when you growl like that.”
Lucan laughed, the sensation of him inside her when he did so, it made her breath hitch. “Oh, you don’t know?”
“Don’t know?” Wilma retorted with a bewildered look when he shifted to lock eyes. “Don’t know what exactly?”
“I’m a werewolf,” he teased. “I thought you knew that.”
Wilma rolled her eyes as she wiggled where he pressed against her, indulging in being deeply rooted inside her. “I knew that,” she guffawed.
“It means my cock is special.” Lucan made it jolt inside her and she winced. “In short, my boner has a bone.”
Wilma searched his gaze, eyes furrowing. “A bone? Like animals have?”
Lucan leaned, his lips tickling at her ear and breath hot. “Did you forget I am an animal, moonshine?”
Before she could react, he rocked back and forth, slow as his rock-hard length rode in and out. He towered over where she laid exposed on the kitchen table. She inhaled swift. It was the most surreal sensation, combining the sensations of her glass dildo with all the benefits of a hot, silky cock. Whimpering, she rocked with him, deepening each thrust. She took in the wolven god of a man. Ears pricked forward surely not only took in every sigh, gasp, and whimper, but could hear how her heart pounded hard and fast against its cage in her chest. Eyes predatory and watchful only added to her arousal as he took in every detail, every little movement or shiver. For someone who seemed to rush to get naked and push to fuck, he was slow and indulgent in his lovemaking. The way he rolled his hips, the muscles in his torso rippling with each movement a work of art to behold. His cock, his boner, unmoving as it slid in and out with such presence, he was maddening.
Wilma looked up from her impressed gawking to see a wild fanged grin. Her arms had been grappling for a place to grip the whole time as came ever closer to yet another orgasm. She tightened on his cock at the thought, and his ears flattened, tail wagging. A half-laugh escaped her. Normally the jolt of a cock was enough reply, but this, this was fun and erotic in new ways. She let herself squeeze around him once more and he paused, tail wagging harder. He pressed hilt deep into her and leaned back over her once more.
“You keep that up and you’ll make me come, moonshine,” he warned.
Wilma smirked, arching a brow. “Maybe I want you to peak. I’m curious what the man with a proper boner is like when he’s released.” Her eyes bounced to his ears, then his tail. “And exactly what happens with those adorable ears and tail of yours.”
Lucan’s eyes shot away, a blush forming on his face. “Moonshine, don’t tease me like that.”
Was he embarrassed? Lucan? Being bashful?
She rocked into him, squeezing again. His tail wagged then he stifled it. Ears still laid back he turned his gaze back to her, tilting his head in warning. Her hand slid between them, fingers exploring where they connected. He growled, but with ears pricked forward and tail wagging, he enjoyed the added touch. Straightening, his eyes raked over her one more time and she replied with another tightening. Every muscle in sight twitched. He licked a fang, and her body reacted again. She was so wet as he pulled back and began that glorious rolling of muscles and grinding of his hip. The next sensation made her gasp, hand retreating. He gripped the table, claws digging in as he picked up speed. Now he grew thick and hot inside her and her hands gripped his forearms. Eye wide, she met his gaze as he rode her, the build foreign, feral, and fantastic as his cock seem to swell inside her.
A half growl, half groan escaped him as he pushed hard against her, releasing. The heat exploding in her tipped her over the edge. Her body arching. Lucan’s arms were quick to wrap around her. Lips wrapped around her nipple, teeth teasing as she squirmed against him, screaming as she came hard against him. Her throat burned, ears numb with it before she realized he was howling alongside her own visceral cry of elation. Panting, she watched as he finished the wolfish cry, impressed and stunned over it as his cock seemed vibrate from the act.
“Wow…” she at last whispered.
His ears pricked forward, tail giving a slight wag. “Oh, we’re in trouble,” he grumbled with a smug expression. “You managed to make me peak all the way, moonshine.”
“I thought that was the point?” Wilma laughed, but he furrowed his brow, the smug expression replaced with a softer expression. “What’s wrong?”
“We’re stuck,” he answered flatly.
“Stuck?” she echoed, confused.
The cabin door swung open, a familiar bigfoot and yeti ducking under the door frame coming inside. Cold air slammed into her and her skin pimpled. Wilma’s heart leapt to her throat. There she was. Naked like some turkey on the dinner table with a wolf-eared horndog hilt-deep between her legs for all to see. Panic filled her as she locked eyes with Tenzin first. He slammed the door shut behind him, a disapproving expression on his face and jealousy written in his eyes.
Why the hell was he jealous?
“Really, Lucan? You knotted with her?” Boone dropped a pile of firewood on the floor at his feet as his big green and brown hazel eyes bounced between them.
Wilma tried to push Lucan off when she became very aware his cock was … stuck. Firmly locked in and throbbing inside her. She moved to push apart and he whimpered like a wounded dog.
“Ouch.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her firmly against him. “I’ll come one more time and it’ll be undone, I swear.”
“Don’t trust that solution,” snarked Tenzin with a dry laugh. “It may add time to it. Best to just … lay there and let it dissipate.”
Wilma covered her face. “This is so embarrassing.” She peeked through her fingers and sternly spoke her next words, “Pineapple pizza.”
Lucan flattened his ears. “That’s not going to solve this anytime soon, moonshine.”
What the hell am I going to do? The peach cobbler has a dick in it and won’t be leaving the kitchen any time soon with how thick and hard he’s throbbing inside me!
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