Page 6 of The Snow Queen

He was hardly celibate; the humans loved what he looked like, and he definitely liked the way they bounced on his lap, but he’d never, ever considered breeding with one of them, before.

There were too few elves left alive to think of it.

Yet here he was, definitely considering it.

What did it matter if the child he bore was half human? The elven genes were dominants anyway; there would be no difference whatsoever. He could have taken her, filling her with his seed and kept her bound to his bed until her belly was swelling with his child.

You’re supposed to be an elf, Kai,he told himself.Not a Wilderling. Enough with the bondage thing.

He shifted to hide his growing erection.

He didn’t know what, but there was something about that girl.

Chapter Four

To say that Eira was not pleased would be a slight understatement: she was seething.

Three days. She’d been in her home for three days.

There she was, within the cold walls, alone and bored out of her wits, reading a book on metaphysics that should have sent her into eversleep faster than Morpheus could, and she was fully awake.

Well, she’d slept, but for five hours per day, max. It had been an age since she’d felt as conscious, as involved in the material world around her.

Dammit. She was so blaming Bear for that predicament.

“Not you again!” she swore under her breath.

The biting frost around her home was stronger than ever, yet each time she looked out the window, there he was; the humongous white bear apparently had stalking tendencies.

With a resounding sigh, she dropped her guard and, right away, Bear charged in, unaware that he was the very first creature who’d set foot in her domain since the dark ages.

He hurried through the deserted town square until he’d reached the steps of her home; then, the clever creature started to wail in agony. He could have given Belle a lesson in guilt trip.

She resisted for almost an hour, but the cries just didn’t stop, so Eira jumped down.

Bear immediately pushed his nose on her chest, until she gave in and scratched his ear. Shit. The stupid creature had imprinted itself to her.

She shouldn’t have been surprised; the water might have saved his life, and bears had always had a thing about honor, protection and bla-bla.

But damn if that wasn’t inconvenient. There was no way he was leaving her alone, now.

“Ok, Ok, I get it. Let’s go for a run, then.”

Trying to bore herself to death wasn’t working, so she might as well go out.

Eira climbed on the bear’s back, relishing in his warmth under her finger. She could feel the damn smile plastered on her face.

It had been a while.

The animal launched forward like a cannonball, running at high speed between the trees, and she was laughing like a silly youngling.

Those who’d judge her for it obviously hadn’t tried riding a bear.

She knew her playful frame of mind was dangerous; she felt the ice around her melt away as she let it all go above her head for a few precious moments.

When they finally stopped, Eira looked around her and chuckled. The scenery might have changedjusta little bit.

Oh, well.

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