Page 49 of Abdominal Snowman

Something Magical

Sage’s muscles screamed at her the next morning. She and Soren had moved their extracurriculars to the bedroom after the incident with the couch, and he’d… unleashed his beast.

Figuratively, of course.

Sage’s mind wandered as she folded her body forward, socked feet firmly planted on the wooden floor as she placed her palms flat against the planks.

What would having sex with Soren in his beast form be like?

Sage wished again that she could recall more of him from her first glimpse. The fur she remembered had seemed so soft. Part of her ached to run her fingers through that dense fur.

She had looked up. Way up. Soren was so much bigger in his abominable form. Everywhere.

The thought of his towering form sent a skitter down her spine.

Sage stepped her feet behind her, keeping her palms against the cool floor and arched her hips to the ceiling. The pull of her quads and the stretch in her neck from the downward dog position was delicious, so she stayed like that while she replayed last night in her thoughts, peppering images of Soren in his abominable form throughout.

It was… enticing. Warmth pooled in her center, and she rubbed her thighs together in an effort to stave off the ache she felt.

“Sage?”

She jolted but kept herself steady as she snapped open her eyes, finding upside down bright blues gazing at her.

Jesus.

Soren had squatted down to see Sage’s face between her thighs. His devious smile was amused as barely contained laughter danced across his face.

A dark tendril of his hair fell in his face, and he blew it aside.

“Yes?” she hissed, tendrils of her thoughts escaping her at the interruption. Once Soren gave her space, she sat back on her heels, turning her neck and peering up at Soren as he rose to his full height.

Wait, dark?

“On second thought, I kinda like you in this position,” he mused, his fingers drifting across his lips in thought.

Sage rolled her eyes and rose to stand in front of Soren, taking in his hair. She covered her mouth with a hand as a complete stranger stood in front of her.

“What did you do?” she asked.

Soren frowned, glancing over his shoulder, then down at his outfit. “What do you—oh.” He lifted a hand to his head and fluffed up the freshly dyed dark locks. Gone was the silvery white she’d grown used to, ran her fingers through.

His hands looped around her waist and pulled her flush against him as he leaned down, placing a soft kiss against her lips. Okay fine. It was still Soren.

He leaned back and Sage chased his mouth, fully ready for round thirty-seven.

“Wait.” He placed a finger against her lips to speak. “I need your help this morning.”

Pouting, Sage crossed her arms and raised a brow for him to continue.

“It’s farmers’ market day, and you’ve eaten all my food. If you want dinner, we’re going to have to go into town, and going into town requires keeping my secret under wraps. The less attention I draw the better, and snow-colored hair definitely draws attention. There’s a vendor that sells fresh bacon too. I know how much you love bacon.” That soft smile still played on his lips at Sage’s grumble.

“I do love bacon.” Sage twirled around, her eyes closed and arms stretched high over her head as she let out a long groan. When she opened her eyes, it was to find Soren’s fixed on her, and she found that hunger again, deep and unending. Their stare off ended with a huff from Soren, almost a reluctance in the way he left her alone with directions to hurry.

Sage smiled to herself as she pranced up the stairs, hearing Soren’s strained groan from where he’d stationed himself at the coffee machine. She’d picked out these leggings for a reason.

Sage stopped in the bedroom and looked out the window to the right to find a winter wonderland greeting her. Fat snowflakes fell from branches of the trees, birds chirped to the morning, and she even spied a red fox tail disappearing behind a wide tree as she padded toward the dresser between the window and bathroom door.

The sun was even out, casting slices of morning light across the hardwood. So the storm was finally over?