Before I could get another answer, he was already bending down and scooping up more snow. Despite my shock, I dove behind a bush for cover. My heart was already racing as I tried to formulate a plan.
"No use in hiding!" Lucien called. The glee in his voice was apparent.
From where I was behind the bush that offered only a slight amount of cover, I began to make a few snowballs of my own. When I had a nice little pile, a sly grin eased its way onto my face.
"Lucien...I think I twisted my ankle," I hollered out.
"Oh, did you?"
I could hear a slight hint of scepticism. The crunch of snow beneath his feet was undeniable. When he was just close enough, my leather gloved hands were at the ready and I fired off two snowballs before he was on top of me.
"What a little liar you are," he growled.
I began to laugh and he starred down on top of me.
"I only lie when I need to," I replied. "Now move."
"I don't think I want to move," he replied.
I felt it then.
His hard dick was pushing into my stomach. If given the chance, Lucien probably would have fucked me within an inch of my life right then and there. Staring up into his eyes, I saw the thoughts running through his head. He could once again take me.
Right here.
Right now.
Who would stop him?
Fedor?
He was sniffing around nearby and didn’t seem to get that I was in danger. In danger of simply letting myself be taken.
Finally, Lucien rolled to the side of me and we starred up into the sky.
"When's the last time you had a snowball fight?" I asked.
"I wouldn't call that much of a fight," he looked over at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine, then. Played in the snow. I'm just trying to think...and I can only come with a few memories and most of them involve Albie."
"Ah yes, your troublesome brother..."
"He is troublesome," I agreed.
"I remember one year it snowed," Lucien changed the subject. "Like one of the worst winters I can remember, so cold you could have thrown piss out from a bucket and it would have frozen mid-air."
"Mmm gross," I interjected.
He looked over again and frowned.
Our eyes met and sighed. "Sorry, continue."
"That's it," he shrugged. "It was so cold piss could freeze."
He got to his feet. His hands went out to dust off the snow that had gotten on him and he tugged his beanie down to cover his ears. Without hesitation, he reached down to help me up and I accepted.
"Terrible story," I replied.
