Page 19 of Snowed In With the Snow Queen
Soojin
If I’d known it would only take a kiss to get him to pay attention to me, I might have done it long ago. His hands are in my hair, pulling me closer as his tongue explores my mouth. Who would have guessed Randy Lamar was an expert kisser?
He tugs at the hem of my shirt until he’s able to get to the skin underneath. His large, callused hands run over my back, unhooking my bra, and then work their way down to my pants until he’s cupping my ass with both hands. His cock grows hard between us, and I’m excited and nervous all at once. As much as I want this to happen, there’s a part of my brain that is also absolutely terrified.
Mentally, I push back against it, trying to fight it, letting him distract me with his tongue and his hands.
My hands run across his chest, working each button as our kisses grow more and more frantic. Finally, I get his shirt open, my hands move to pull his shirt down, and I stop. Like all wolves, Randy, in partial shift, is a complete fur ball. I pull away from him, my eyes drawn to his chest, as my chest tightens.
“Soojin?” Randy’s eyes follow mine, then flick back to my face. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Hurriedly, he covers himself and pulls me close. “I’m so, so sorry. I–”
I shake my head. “It’s fine, Randy. Can you just shift?”
“My clothes won’t fit once I do.”
“Then we should go to the bed.”
He doesn’t look ready for that response. “Are you sure?”
I lean close and kiss him again, hard. I don’t move away until I absolutely need to breathe again. “Randy, we should definitely go to the bed.”
I scoot back so he can get up from the couch, then he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Without electricity, it’s hard to see much of anything inside. He leaves the door open to let some of the warm air into the frigid little room and then pulls me close.
I wrap my arms around him, and he does the same. “I’m going to shift,” he says softly. “Are you ready?” he asks. I nod against his chest and feel him begin to change under my hands. I’ve seen him in his regular human form before, but holding him as he shifts is incredibly intimate.
The muscles shift and move until the body I’m left holding feels much more human. Gone is the thick wolf hair, it’s now replaced with more human-like thin patches of body hair, here and there over his chest.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He kisses the top of my head. “I told you, I’d do anything, Soojin, and I mean it.”
He tugs at my hand, leading me to the bed, and I follow slowly, not wanting to step on the back of his feet in the dark.
“Soojin, I–” He sits on the bed and suddenly curses as the loudest, deepest hiss I’ve ever heard fills the room.
“Ouch, fuck, Chewpawca, stop.” Randy stands up and I wrap my arms around him to keep us both from falling as the hissgrows louder. My nearly dead cell phone is in my back pocket. I pull it out and hit the flashlight. There on the bed is the biggest, fluffiest, most grizzled looking house cat I’ve ever seen. All the hairs along the back of his spine are up and he’s hissing as loud as possible.
I bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. “Did you sit on the cat?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Randy sighs. “Chewpawca. I’m watching him for Zander. Can you see if I’m bleeding?”
I run the light over his back. There’s no blood, but the cat has left some pretty serious scratches.
I run my hand over the skin and shake my head. “He got the best of you, but I think you’ll be fine. You’ll just have to be on top.” I’m the worst at hiding my emotions–my face is always telling on me. He grabs the phone from me and holds the light up over my head.
“Are you laughing at me?” he asks.
I bite my lip. “Not laughing at you, but definitely laughing with you—”
He cuts me off with a kiss on the lips as he lays me down on the bed.
“I guess a cat scratch isn’t going to stop you, huh?” I mutter as he releases me and goes to work on taking off my jeans.
“The only thing that can stop me right now is you,” he says, as the cat continues to hiss. He gets the zipper undone and I help him get my jeans off me. The cat’s hiss grows into an annoyed growl as Randy leans back down over me and presses his lips to mine.
The creature gives up defending its territory, jumps off the bed, and pads away, probably clutching his pearls, as Randy goes for my panties, sliding them down my legs.
“We ran the cat off,” I laugh as he succeeds in getting them off of me.
