Page 14 of Guarded By the Yeti

The wind whips around me, making my ears twitch. It helps cool my body, and little by little, I start thinking straight again.

What just happened?!

Artie Carvassi came to find his sister to kill her. He enlisted the help of two Yetis, not knowing they would turn against him. He’s dead behind my cabin, and I just told Ysella to get herself inside, not even thinking about what the sight of his mangled body might do to her. In the span of two days – or has it been three? – she’s seen all the members of her family murdered right in front of her. And I, for one, am no closer to understanding what the fuck is happening.

I drive to the edge of Icefang, and not even turning off the engine, I get off, grab the two idiot Yetis who dared to threatenmy woman, and dump them in the snow. They’ll either wake up on their own in a few hours, or someone will find them in the morning. Hopefully, they will feel humiliated enough to not step foot near my cabin again.

I hop back on and speed toward the cabin. It’s stopped snowing, and the sky is clearing. It’s as dark as ever, and I’m starting to worry about Ysella. I hope she’s okay inside, by the fire, and not crying over her brother’s body in the snow. He tried to kill her! Logic says she won’t be shedding tears on account of his demise.

As soon as I get home, I barge through the door. Ysella is kneeling by the fire, using the poker to stoke it gently. She’s changed back into my oversized T-shirt and wrapped herself into the blanket, and she looks... fine.

More than fine. She looks serene.

She turns to me, and it’s like her scent envelops me. It’s everywhere. The lust I feel for her is ten times greater than a few hours ago, when I had her spread out under me, naked and wet.

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I have questions. I need answers. But my brain fogs up, my heart picks up the pace, and all I can think about is how I want to fill her with my seed. I take a step toward her, and she stands up. The blanket falls off her shoulders.

“Ysella, I can’t hold back. I want to, but I can’t.” My chest rises and falls. The more I try to tell her what’s happening to me... The more I try to warn her... My thoughts splinter. “I will take you. I have to. I won’t be gentle. I’m sorry.”

She lifts her chin and her eyes flicker with determination.

“So, then... take me. And don’t be sorry.”

I blink, confused. She can speak. She’s not mute! What the hell?!

She takes off her T-shirt and throws it on the floor. She stands before me naked and perfect.

Who cares?

Now that I know she can speak, I’ll make her scream my name.

Chapter Nine

Ysella

He grabs me by the waist, throws me over his shoulder, and takes me into the bedroom, then slams me onto the mattress. He’s rough. He’s unhinged. I love it.

I don’t know what he means when he says he can’t hold back. I know he’s strong. He’s beaten two monsters his size to a pulp. He’s covered in their blood and his. I can see the bullet wounds like deep scratches. Where my brother’s men shot him, his fur is stained and patchy. As he climbs on top of me, I touch the wounds on his chest, and he doesn’t even flinch. Fresh blood pours through my fingers, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Maybe the adrenaline makes him not feel pain.

He runs his hand from my throat to my pelvis. He pushes my legs open, rips off his pants, and his cock bounces free. Am I losing my mind, or is it larger than before? He grips the base with one hand, holds me in place with the other, and guides the engorged head to my entrance.

I’m dripping wet. I want him. I don’t know how I’ll take him, how he’ll fit... he might as well split me in two, but that won’t stop me from wanting him.

He beat out the shit of my brother’s soldiers for me. He sent them running. He took bullets for me. I know this monster will protect me with his life. He called me his back there, in the snow, when the two other Yetis were fighting over me. He will not let me go, no matter what. He will accept me just as I am, he will not judge me, and finally, I will be able to be myself, to live an honest life and not have to tiptoe around fragile men, afraid they’ll snap if I don’t do as they say.

He changes his mind and buries his head between my thighs. I arch my back when he licks me from my entrance to my clit. He doesn’t focus on my clit, though. He wants to get me nice andwet, as wet as possible. He spits on me, pushes his tongue inside my pussy, and when he thinks I’m ready, he moves up my body and once again presses the tip to my entrance. He stares into my eyes as he enters me quickly.

The mushroom head is in, stretching me impossibly. It burns, but it’s not too bad. I push my hips down, encouraging him. He thrusts one more time, and maybe I take half of his length, maybe less, but it’s too much already. I’m filled to my limit. The head of his cock pushes into my cervix, and my vision goes white. I scream and plant my hands on his chest, firmly. He thrusts again, and to stop him, I dig my fingers into his wounds. That gets his attention.

He blinks at me, confused, then slowly, it seems he’s starting to understand that he’s hurting me.

“Sorry... I’m sorry,” he says through gritted teeth. He doesn’t pull out, though. “Ysella... I can’t... I have to...”

I nod as I breathe fast, trying to calm myself. I try to relax.

“Okay,” I say. “But this is all I can take.”

He looks down between us, and I follow his gaze. He only got a quarter of his cock in. There’s no way I’ll be able to fit all of him. I want to, but it’s just not possible.

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