Page 74 of Abdominal Snowman

Only then, with a chill in the air that only warmed between them, did Soren drop his gaze.

“You’re quite a sight out here,” he remarked, words dripping off his tongue like melted ice. “Shirt ripped, pinned by a beast.” He dragged the backside of a claw up her belly, stopping when the front clasp of her bra caught it. “Exposed,” Soren continued, unsnapping the hook.

The chilly air slid against her bare flesh, and she gasped, her nipples pebbling from the cold and the promise of Soren’s touch.

Sage sighed as he wrapped a hand around her waist beneath her torn shirt and opened jacket. His palm was so warm, such a lovely contrast against the cold, and large too, covering most of her hip, and she was reminded that Soren was… an abominable. Not human.

Her heart sped faster, and she looked up at him. He was studying her expression, and their eyes locked.

Soren pressed his claw into her chest, until just the slightest pinch lit up her senses. He lowered his hand, leaving a light pink line along her chest and stomach. She shivered in his arms, suddenly realizing how dangerous Soren could be. If he wanted to.

Luckily for her, the only danger Soren posed was to her pussy. Because he was going to destroy it.

Or that’s what was about to happen. She hoped.

“Hopefully this beast wants his way with me,” she suggested innocently.

His eyes flashed brighter. There was hunger there, and Sage was determined to unleash it.

The waistband of his thermal pants and jeans were shredded, so slipping her hands down the back was easy. She pulled him into her, digging her nails in and hopefully leaving marks.

He let her drag him closer, and she felt the warmth of him through the tears in his clothes, felt the difference in the size of all of him.

Hunger rode her hard, and losing her patience, she climbed her way up Soren’s body to take his face between her hands and taste him for herself.

They met in a blistering kiss, all fang and tongue and fiery need. Sage gripped what she could of Soren’s short fur and forgot about everything but the taste of him heavy on her tongue. She forgot all about the avalanche, the icy kiss of the snow, and bite of the wood at her back. Nothing compared to how she felt here. With Soren.

As Soren rumbled and pressed her harder into the tree, flames crackling between them, Sage slid her palms down the vast expanse of Soren’s broad chest. But she continued lower, giving into greediness for more of Soren, all of him. She unbuttoned and shoved the remaining scraps of fabric out of her way, freeing him beneath her. Wrapping a hand around him, she noticed the difference in size of his beast form, and a bolt of heat struck her core at just the thought of taking him all.

He mirrored her excitement, his clawed hands reaching up to grasp her hips, gently sliding her back and forth over his cock, huge arms flexing as he lifted her like a damned doll.

“I can change back...” Soren started, hesitancy making its way into the space.

“Don’t you dare.” Sage’s mouth watered at the thought of the delicious stretch of him inside her. She pumped him for just a moment before notching him at her entrance.

Soren’s eyes flared. “I can’t believe—oh sweet skies above,” he murmured as Sage eased herself onto him. “Fuck, Sunshine, you feel so good.”

She was hot and needy and dripping from the way they’d been teasing each other all morning. But even still, he was an abominable, and the initial stretch took her breath away. With his lips and tongue and those damned fangs, he nipped and teased her nipples until she was whining and rolling her hips into him for more, but unable to take him deeper because he kept holding himself away from her.

“Soren,” she groaned.

“Alright, alright, I’ve got you,” he said, finally taking all her weight in his hands and arching her hips as he began a long, slow glide. He slid inside with ease.

Their hips nudged together as Sage reached Soren’s base, feeling so greedy and full. She took a moment to breathe, he was so huge it felt like there was no more room for breath in her lungs.

Soren was still, his hands enveloping the entire backs of her thighs and lower ass cheeks. His claws dug in as Soren held her still, withdrawing his hips.

Sage gasped, her mouth dropping open and head falling back into the tree as she felt every inch of him leave her. It was like he was holding his breath too, until Sage finally began rocking herself back and forth against him. Soren threw his head back, a small tuft of snow falling into his fur.

Sage loved the pull and drag inside her, pleasure lighting her up from the inside with every movement. She placed her hands against Soren’s fur, digging her fingers into the soft fluff in an effort to brace herself. Soren was being so gentle with her, and while she loved the slow pace, feeling every beat of him inside her, she also wanted that hunger she saw in his eyes earlier. She wanted to be ravaged by an abominable in the snow, dammit.

“Hear me out,” she panted, digging her nails into his skin, drawing his attention back to her face. “I know you don’t like using the term monster, but if you wanted to fuck me like one, now would be the fucking time, Soren.” She met his gaze, hid nothing from him, and parted her lips to let her breath saw out in clouds.

Whatever he saw must have been enough for him to trust her. Or trust in her to trust him if he was trustworthy. What?

She almost smiled at her own silly thoughts, but Soren growled, the sound so low it rippled across her skin and shook Sage to her core.

Soren pulled her away from the tree, holding her close with one hand and jerking her hood up over the back of her head with the other. She protested at the loss of sight, but then her center of gravity tilted and snow crunched against her back, and the bright white sky blinded her from above. Blinking against the light, Sage let her eyes adjust before finding Soren above her.