Page 14 of The Snow Queen

Her mouth watered at the prospect. Broth sounded sowarm.

She discarded the rest of her clothing as soon as he’d left, changing into the comfortable things he’d given her.

All of them were her size, and like the clothes he’d brought her in her cave, they were new. Had he purchased them for her specific use?

Eira was perplexed. Back along, she had been pretty far down the list of gods who received offering; mainly because she hadn’t demanded any.

Then, she recalled he didn’t know she was a goddess; so those weren’t tributes – they were presents.

Another foreign concept. Bellehadprovided her with garments, but she’d seen it as payment for the endless lessons she’d given. A trade. She hadn’t given anything to Kai, yet.

What did he want? She had half a dozen possibilities in her mind. The one thing she scratched off the list was sex. Men with his looks needn’t work quite so hard for it. Standing without a shirt on did the trick.

No matter, he’d state his price soon enough.

When she’d suitably warmed up, Eira finally paid attention to her surroundings.

There was a bookshelf with several old manuscripts, and a lot of recent books, too – mysteries, mainly, by the look of it.

The cabin had two floors; she guessed the bedroom was upstairs; down here, there just was a bare, simple kitchen on the left and a study on the right.

Kai was back before she’d snooped much further, armed with a bucketful of something that made her stomach roar.

“Get us some bowls, Eira. Top cupboard.”

She all but ran to comply; trying a few drawers, she found spoons, too.

There was a dining table near the window, but she set the places down next to the fire, understandably.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted!”

Kai smiled, before launching in an enthusiastic praise of Fyn, the cook.

There it was again. She managed to prevent herself from demanding who that particular lady was, but the possessiveness showed its ugly head nonetheless.

They ate in comfortable silence and finishing before her, Kai went to his bookcase, picking up an old volume before returning to his seat.

“Done with that?” he asked when she stopped eating.

He moved to take her bowl just as she reached for it, and their hands touched, sending a jolt so powerful Zeus would have been jealous through her veins.

“I’ll put it away,” she grumbled, startled by the domestic scene.

Cleaning up dishes wasn’t a thing she was foreign to; goddess or not, she had lived alone for the best part of two millenniums.

Kai followed her, drying everything as she finished washing. It was all so mundane, yet the tension in the room would have made anyone who intruded blush and run away.

“Fuck it,” the elf said, dropping the spoon he’d just picked up back on the shelve, and next thing she knew, she was imprisoned between two strong, defined arms, and his mouth went down on hers.

Fuck it sounded like a brilliant idea.

Chapter Seven

Lord above, let him survive this. She tasted wild, untamed, and so seething hot.

It hadn’t been how things were supposed to go. He’d thought it over in his mind and everything told him they should talk, first. He needed to know her, she needed to know him. He needed to come clean and explain just who he was to his people, just what he wanted of her.

Right now, there was only one thing he wanted and he was pretty sure she could feel it. He’d never been as hard in his life, and the dick was pressed against her stomach, through a few layers of clothing.

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