Chapter 9
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Snowed In with a Bigfoot, a Yeti, & a Werewolf
by Honey Cummings
Boone didn’t waste time. He was in bigfoot mode and yoked another blanket from the chest. It fluttered down around her before she pulled it tightly closed. Lucan growled, a yelpy bark as he shifted and gave chase after Tenzin in the blur of wind and snow. Another shiver, the heat of Boone making her lean forward into him, forehead pressed against his chest. Those big, gentle arms wrapped around her, rubbing her back and warming her up.
“What the fuck.” Wilma scoffed as she recalled Tenzin’s glare, his sharp tone, and that stolen kiss. “Is he always like this?”
“Lucan?” Boone pulled back with an arched brow.
“Tenzin,” she corrected.
Boone snorted. “You do realize him leaving like that is his version of taking a cold shower, Ladybug.”
Wilma stifled a laugh picturing him marching as his human-self out just moments before. “Is it the scent or the view you think?”
A chuckle left Boone as he took a step back. “If you ask me, it’s us touching what he should have claimed for himself first.” He kissed her forehead. “Stay warm. I’ll throw another log on the fire and get this door closed. It’s a bit of a walk to the ski lodge from here.”
Wilma nodded, following him to the fireplace where a rocking chair sat close by. “If you see my grandma still losing her soul to ice cream, give her an ear full for me.”
Boone tossed two more logs on the fire, using the poker to get the flames burning hotter and everything in place. The heat from it was nice as she curled up on the rocking chair, burrito-ed in the blanket. Standing he marched for the door and paused. Looking back, even in that brutish bigfoot mode, he smirked.
“What?” She folded her brow, puzzled.
“You’re so cute bundled up like that, you know that, Ladybug?”
Boone slipped out the door before she could reply, the storm and cold no longer lashing into the cabin. Wilma blushed. It was a wild few hours. Her body was sore and the rocking pulled at her exhaustion. The fire popped and crackled, the sound as soothing as ocean waves. Drawing her legs up, she bundled herself and curled up into the blanket at last warming back up. Sleep pulled at her. And with heavy eyelids, a few blinks and nods, she was out.
***
Wilma stood in the office, her boss and the head of HR cornering her in the tiny office cubicle as everyone watched. Her chest ached and stung with anxiety. In her trembling hands were two papers as she compared them. One had the full scope, the other her bid missing over 60% of the items. Worse, the items missing made up nearly 90% of the bid amount and she had left it out.
“You’re lucky we didn’t land the bid,” seethed her boss, an old man her height with silver hair and a scowl that could challenge a bulldog. “We would have been bankrupt if we had to honor this.”
Deep down she knew they would put in an immediate change order or cancel the bid altogether, still, in over ten years of working as a bidder, she had never made a mistake like this. Had her sour luck from her love life invaded her career? A lump formed in her throat. She opened her mouth, eyes bouncing between her boss and head of HR, but what could she really say?
“Look, Wilma.” Betty’s tone was harsh, and she shook her head as a finger tapped her insufficient bid. “How about you take the rest of the week off without pay as punishment? It’s not like you to make these sorts of mistakes.”
“I…” Wilma was at a loss of words.
“Yes, I think that should suffice. No more big jobs.” Her boss leaned into Betty but she could still hear his whisper. “Maybe a demotion. Or do we really want to keep her?”
Swallowing, she fought the tears back. “R-right. The rest of the week. Maybe I should take this as a sign to take a vacation for once.”
A few of her peers stifled laughs. It stung. She took one over two years ago to plan her wedding, then last year took one to have the wedding but a whole month before her engagement had ended and she had been replaced by the time it hit. A shudder shook her. She spent two weeks bawling her eyes out and ripping up photos of he-who-we-do-not-name. She came back with dark bags and looked more worn down than refreshed. The rumor mill ate her alive for months as they spotted her ex-fiance and the woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to her, but younger.
“I’ll have a job when I get back, right?” Wilma met Betty’s eyes but she dropped her gaze and there went Wilma’s gut with it. “Ok… well, I can take my PTO after the probation period, right?”
“Absolutely.” Her boss was pushing Betty out. “We’ll have an answer when you get back in three weeks.”
“An answer?” Wilma’s throat tightened, stinging. “Wait, sir, you can’t be thinking… I’ve never made a mistake before. Do I–”
***
“Wilma.” Her name was spoken sternly, loud and sultry as it jolted her from her nightmare.
Warm fingers brushed hair off her sweating forehead. She blinked a few times before she locked with icy blue irises. Tenzin knelt in front of her, still very much naked. Behind him were fresh logs on the fire. The cabin was dark, terrifyingly dark as night had come while she slept. Silence. Outside there is only the occasional patter of snow falling. Squinting she looked around, the action making Tenzin half laugh and tilt his head down, hiding his expression.
“They are still at the ski lodge,” he announced with that sharpness that she now recognized as jealousy.
“It’s dark so…” She shifted, body stiff and still very sore. “I think my curiosity backfired.”
He sighed, the sound disarming. “I would say so, though admirable.”
Taking in a deep breath, it was strange to find herself alone with him, and more so, Tenzin being … pleasant? She wiggled under the covers, still very sticky and … crusty.
“The spell should be breaking soon, then they will drag a generator back.” Glancing at the dark windows he scowled. “In fact, they are probably halfway here.” He stood, shifting into his massive yeti form. “We better go before they get here.”
“Go?” He was bigger than Boone, and he had her scooped up, blanket included, in his arms and marching for the door. “Where are you taking me?” He opened the door, the cold air nipping at her face and leg hanging out of the covers as she shrunk into him. “TENZIN!”
“It’s a surprise,” he murmured as his long strides left the cabin shrinking over his shoulder.
“Tenzin,” she shrieked. “I’m naked!”
He chuckled, the sound of it deep as it vibrated through his body. “Well, you’re ready for what I have in store for you then.”
“I’m going to freeze to death,” she blurted, huddling in him and trying to get her leg back into her blanket. “At least let me wrap myself–”
As if she didn’t weigh two hundred plus pounds, he swaddled her in a few motions and hugged her tight against his chest. “Better?” he teased, not even meeting her heated glare.
“Y-yes,” she answered reluctantly.
Her hand slid across the soft fur, marveling how white it was on top of dark skin. “It’s like a polar bear,” she mumbled to herself.
“Exactly. My blood and body temperature can run cooler as well.” He offered the information as if wanting her to understand more about what he was. “Unlike the rest, I can travel through these storms unphased. You could even go as far as to say I’m immune to frostbite unlike those two buffoons.”
Furrowing her brow, she realised they were zig-zagging through a rock formation, the trees overhead as they crept into the hidden crevice. Looking around, the moonlight gave some shape as fog, or maybe steam, rose off the rocks and ground. The snow melted and seemed to not make it down into the ravine as it sparkled in the sky overhead. As he stepped into a cave, the temperature rose immensely and she wiggled in the covers, starting to sweat.
“Be patient. The ground is still too cold for you just yet,” he warned.
Wilma was dumbfounded as she realized there were lights here, as in electrical lighting hung down certain corridors. Wherever they were, he had brought some civilization. After a few minutes, the low hum of a distant generator and trickling of water filled the silence.
“You’ve had a generator close by this whole time.” Wilma frowned, brow lowered in disapproval.
He smirked, setting her down on her feet. “I wasn’t going to steal it from here. It was bitch to bring it in here in the first place.”
Her feet were met with a warm rocky surface. “Oh, that’s … nice.”
“Since I couldn’t get hot water at my cabin,” he motioned to behind her, “I thought my personal private hot spring would suffice.”
Wilma turned slow and her breath caught. The grotto-styled hot spring stole her words. Small waterfalls trickled into the steaming hot spring. There were signs of small carving to create stairs and a place to sit. In a few openings along its edges were lights and Greco-style statues of men and women embracing each other, a combination of togas and nudes all enamoured with one another and unaware of the blue waters below their feet.
He tugged the blanket but she gripped it tight and pulled it back on her shoulders. “Excuse me, sir. What the fuck is all this?”
Sighing, he circled around back in his gloriously athletic-built human form. Skin dark, his long white hair spilling across his shoulders, and those ice-blue eyes picking me apart again. Swallowing, her heart fluttered and heat rose across her cheeks. He laughed, reading her with infuriating ease.
“Are you just going to stand there covered in cum, or are you going to wash up?” He stepped back motioning to the spring.
“R-right.” Shaking her head, she dropped the blanket and half-ran past him as butterflies danced in her tummy. “Thank you.”
Her toes dipped into the water and she jerked them back. The water was hot. She slowed down, heart pounding as goosebumps rolled over her skin. Tenzin watched, his eyes seemed to make her feel vulnerable and desirable all at once. It was intense, not like the gentle glare of Boone or salacious stare of Lucan. She now took a step down, the heat of the spring making her leg muscles relax. Again, another step and the water rose over her navel. The etched steps were awkward and big.
The heat of long fingers gripping her shoulders made her gasp. “Wait. I forgot how deep it gets.” Tenzin’s voice was soft, damn near sultry. “I’ve … never brought anyone here,” he confessed. “So it's made for when I’m in yeti mode.”
“Oh. That explains the deep awkward steps.” She couldn’t slow the beating in her chest.
Tenzin leaned into her shoulder and inhaled deeply before groaning. “Hurry and wash their scents off,” he demanded. “Then I’ll show you how it’s really done.”
Wilma’s brain broke and confusion settled in. “What is done?”
Scoffing Tenzin whispered, “Don’t tell me you’re feigning innocence now, my little snowflake.” Wilma swallowed as his hands caressed down her arms. “Just wait. I’ll make you come in the palm of my hand, then keep you on the edge begging for me to take you.”
Wilma blinked, stiff and still.
He retreated, and before she could spin around, moved past her and dove into the water. She winced as the hot water splashed across her. He swam toward a statue and came to a stop. Wilma peered at all the alcoves with the magnificent art and realized each one had a sitting area etched there. Swallowing, she dove in. The heat of it was as wonderful as a hot bath as she swam to the surface. There she kicked and hovered watching him long enough to make the only rational decision that came to mind.
Nope.
Shifting her trajectory, she swam for the alcove on the opposite side of the hot spring. Tenzin lowered his brow and his scowl deepened. She had already fucked a bigfoot, then found herself knotted to a werewolf who then needed the bigfoot to…
Nope.
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