Page 13 of The Snow Queen

She cried out and her eyes bulged in shock; to be frank, she wasn’t surprised by the smack she’d all but invited, but rather, by the feeling it awakened. She felt it down to her nipples. They were hardening and it had very little to do with the cold.

“You heathen! If you ever do it again I’ll…”

Smack.

This time, the scream definitely could be described as a moan.

“Fuck. You won’t get away with this! I swear…”

Smack.

She insulted him all the way down, ensuring she earned a few dozen slaps. By the time they’d reached the village, she was a bundle of restless senses, every part of her hot, bothered and ever soready.

“I suggest you keep your mouth shut for the next few minutes, witch. You may not want everyone in here hearing you whimper with needs.”

The rake knewexactlywhat he’d been doing!

She lifted her head, trying to see behind his shoulders, and feeling her move, he shifted her, carrying her in his arms now.

“I can walk, you know.”

That, the elf thoroughly ignored, keeping her right where she’d been although the entire village seemed to converge towards them.

Ok, that might be an exaggeration; there wasn’t more then twenty people in front of them, but the crowd grew every second.

There were cabins left and right, some on the ground, other built high in the trees. All of them were well constructed and a glimpse inside revealed modern amenities, but the living spaces were small.

“Who is the pretty lady, Prince Kai,” a childish voice chanted.

He didn’t stop, but the little boy followed them, obviously expecting an answer. Her elf, who was quite obviously called Kai –princeKai – was looking down at her, waggling one eyebrow.

Oh, dammit.

“Eira,” she relented, wondering if he’d put the kid up to it.

Probably.

“Kragen,” Kai said, turning towards the child, “Go tell everyone that a storm rages up. It’s best if they stay inside until morning.”

The boy nodded solemnly, before running towards the first person he caught, and relaying Kai’s words. Then, he ran again and repeated them.

“He takes the whole messenger thing rather seriously,” she noted.

They’d arrived to the door of the largest cabin; Kai kicked it open with one foot and then, they were inside his home, a humble, simple house which came with one incredible luxury: a fireplace.

A month ago, it had been rather hot in Jereena, but after living in the cold for these last weeks, she’d forgotten what it meant to be entirely dry and warm.

Eira jumped from Kai’s arm and ran towards the fire, removing layers of wet fabric as she defrosted her poor limbs.

The boots went, first, then the cold socks, the coat and the jumper. Standing in her pants and long-sleeve t-shirt, she all but moaned in delight, holding her hands to the flame.

Kai chuckled behind her, but she was enjoying this too much to care about how silly she looked.

“Here, Eira.”

He was drawing out her name, using it like a weapon aimed straight at her clit while handing her some fabric, which seemed awfully dry and fluffy.

“Get changed. I’ll go beg Fyn for some broth.”

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