Page 38 of Maid for Her Snow Beast

From one blink to the next the black asphalt is completely saturated with white out conditions. “Slow down! Dammit take your foot off the gas!” I brace myself as Everett still tries to fight me.

He doesn't finish his sentence when the car slams into something. The crunch and squeal of twisting metal rivals the sounds of a dying animal.

Everett's door is wrenched from its frame by an unseen source. Everett himself quickly follows. It takes a moment for my vision to adjust. It seems that Everett is dangling in the middle of the air, and yet, he's being held aloft by an eight foot tall snow beast.

His fur is white with grayish tinged horns. Arctic blue eyes narrowed at his quarry. The promise of death is in his stare.

Tor. Tor came to rescue me.

Bones crunch and Everett screams. I open my mouth to cry out, when Vane appears, restraining Tor's grip. “Easy friend, easy. We cannot have an incident. Not like this.”

“My mate. Hurt. Male hurt her.”

I scramble to get out of the car. "He's not worth it. Please Tor. He’s not worth it.”

All three males shift their gazes toward me. It's unsettling. I focus on Tor, this version of Tor. “Hand Everett over to the sheriff, Tor. Please. Give him to Vane. Killing him solves nothing. He's nothing. He's not important at all.”

Whatever Everett might have said Vane stifles with his large hand.

“Please.” I keep my gaze locked in on Tor’s. Stretching my hand toward my mate, I don’t blink, I don’t look away. “Please Tor. It’s time we go home now. Take me home.”

Tor moves away from the man that's made my last few years a misery. He only sees me. Despair is etched into his features as he approaches closer.

I run into his arms, nestling my face against his chest. His soft fur warm against my skin.

“I’m so sorry you’ve had to look for me. I never wanted you to have to leave your den, ever. I’m so sorry.”

He tucks me against his body higher, so that I’m tucked beneath his neck. Slowly, the white death morphs back into the otso form. “It is I who should apologize. Mates are the most important ever. The highest priority. And I failed.”

He looks at me again, inspecting me. “Vane says there was a jammer. Why we lost sight of you for a few moments. He says he’ll find it.” He crushes me against him once more. “I thought I lost you. I thought you were gone forever. I couldn't feel you anymore.”

“I’m here,” I soothed despite chattering teeth. “I won't leave you. Never leave you.”

My mate. This is what it means to belong to someone.

“Did I ruin us?"

His broken voice shatters my heart. How in the world can he even think such a thing? I will make it up to him. “Of course now. Take me home.”

Somehow, he walks through mist and ends up in his library. Once there, enveloped in him and his heat, the full weight of the anxiety I felt melts away.

And all I’m left with is a hunger for my mate.

Torben takes me to the sofa and lays me out there. He makes quick work of disappearing my clothes. He caresses my naked body, massaging oils into every scrape, every bruise.

He turns me onto my stomach, positioning my legs so that I’m on my knees, breasts pressed against the cushions. He guides my arms until my hands curl over the side of the arm rest. “Stay just like that.”

He trails his finger in a caress down my body until he reaches the curve of my ass. He positions my hips to tilt backward. I’m open and vulnerable to him this way. An offering.

He laves my center, teasing along my slit, swirling his tongue in circles around my clit. He delves his fingers into my saturated channel, urgent with need. “Come,” he commands me. He draws my soft flesh between his lips and sucks hard.

Pleasure punches through me and I’m powerless to resist it. I wail into the cushions, blindsided by how quickly I come, shaking from the aftermath.

This is only the beginning.

Torben lines himself up with my entrance. With a large hand firmly on my back, he pushes into me until he’s sheathed all the way to the hilt. He drives into me in long, deliberate strokes, letting me feel every single inch that pushes into me only to be dragged back out again.

The steady rhythmic smack of his hips against mine lets loose a tension in my belly. Warmth spreads throughout me, stretching within me, until I feel like my skin can’t handle anymore.

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