A Winter's Tale - Book I

Was I frustrated? Yes. Burn all the holly and ivy because none of it was working here. Could I hide how I felt from him at that moment? No, though I really did try. We were strangers yet I was feeling like a candle he was lighting just to put out.

Did he mean to do it? No, probably not. Still, it felt like he was purposely teasing me, torturing me. Had I done something the universe wanted me punished for?

I was grateful for his thoughtful nature in trying to make sure I was comfortable for my first time. I knew deep down, past the sexual exasperation, that I cherished his caring nature. It showed me that he was willing to put his own desires and wants aside to protect and care for me.

Day one with this man and already I was making a list of positives. I was feeling a bit out of control, to be honest. I'm used to making lists, and having everything planned and in its perfect place. Having this man spontaneously show up and want me like I was all he could see in the world was amazing, but also abnormal.

Maybe that's why I was so easy to prod into an emotional tantrum of sorts. I didn't know how to handle this or him, because this wasn't something I was used to. If I could've planned meeting the love of my life it wouldn't have looked anything like this. Am I saying I wouldn't choose him in a lineup? No, of course not. I would be blessed to have a man as majestic as this one.

I'm just saying I would've thought things through more and made a list. Or a million lists. I would've tried to compare our personalities and wants for the future first. Maybe think through our plans in life? I don't know.

This though, how hot and heavy he was with me? It was a lot to deal with. I wanted it all and would never regret it, I was sure. Still, we were strangers and I didn't want to lose a piece of me to a man that wouldn't stay.

"Winter."

Before I could question him he had my hand in his, pulling me close. When he pressed my spine against the hard wall that had been at our side I knew I looked shocked. Then he was on his knees again and I couldn't keep up. One minute he was cold, the next he was blazing hot. What did he want?

The answer was clear when he lifted one of my legs and rested it over his shoulder, those eyes icy blue once more. I noticed he was stronger when his eyes changed, and his personality also shifted a bit. He was more forward, unwilling to play a cat-and-mouse game. He was going for the kill.

He dipped his head into me, his tongue running over my wet core before slipping in for a taste. The feel of him inside me made me lightheaded, and my skull fell backward to rest against the wall.

"Voi luoja."

I know a few languages, and enough of more than a few to get by if I needed to. Father knew every language and maybe one day I would too. My words slipping out in Finnish wasn't the plan, but neither was being eaten out by a seven-foot, highbred Yeti man.

The way he worked my body was magical. With every stroke and dip of his tongue, I wanted more. As if he was reading my mind he licked over my clit, sucking and spiking my libido through the roof.

"Reynard...I..."

I couldn't even say it, my whole body blushing as I held onto his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin. With a moan, I never knew I could create, I hit an orgasmic roller coaster he lapped up greedily. He was holding most of my weight now and damn it all if that didn't make me drip with profound ecstasy.

With the world blurred and on its side I couldn't think straight. I had orgasmed before, by my own explorative hand, but this was nothing like that. This was an ocean compared to a pool. This was lust, desire, and need compared to a quick release.

He was standing now, I knew that much, his hands cupping under my backside to keep me on my feet. Or maybe it was to have me flush against him, his erection pushing against my abdomen as he leaned down to kiss me. I didn't mind and I didn't want him to let go.

The taste of my own orgasm on his lips was racy and lewd, and I couldn't help but love it. He was the opposite of me, I knew that almost immediately. He was spontaneous, energetic, charismatic, and willing to gamble. He could've had me, right then and there, but he still refused.

"My sweet little rabbit, how badly I want to devour you whole."

His deep, thick tone had me trembling in his arms, my heart racing. I wanted him to consume me, make me melt with his mouth and hands. I would've willingly given my V-card to this man and we had known each other for less than a day.

"I wouldn't argue."

My voice, weak and breathy, made him smile as he rested his forehead against mine.

"Maybe, but I want more than a quick fuck. I want you, Winter Claus."

Leaning back he looked into my eyes, those irises dark mahogany once more. Looking up at him had already become instinctual, that gorgeous jawline tight with the same sexual frustration I had felt before. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to have hope that this was my fairytale, but what if I was wrong? What if he hurt me?

"Take a risk with me, my sweet-hearted bunny."

Standing on my tiptoes I kissed him, his lips meeting mine easily. He was gorgeous, but that wasn't what I fell for. It was the sweetness of his words, the chances he was willing to take to get what he wanted that inspired me, and the love he showed so easily. Despite the obvious pain on the heels of his boots, he was not angry or violent.

He wanted love and I wanted to give it. How could I not take a chance, this one time, on someone willing to risk his heart for me?

"I want to get to know you. I need to understand your heart before I promise anything to you."

He nodded.

"I wish to know you as well, deeply."

He was a tease and he knew it.

"We should get dressed. You want to meet my parents, yes?"

He looked a bit unsure but I knew it would be ok. Sure, this man had come into my home and seduced me, but my parents wouldn't know that. They would welcome him as they did everyone.

"They will love you. Everyone will."

He raised an eyebrow, allowing me to stand on my own and grab a towel out of the cabinets for us both.

"Love? Do you all open yourselves so easily to intruders?"

I felt a pang in my chest as he wrapped a dark cloth around his waist. Intruder? Why would he think of himself and the others as such a hostile thing?

"Reynard, you are no intruder. Those that are led her are few and far between, but it is the will of the North Pole. Not us. This place calls to all lost and lonely souls like you, perhaps even myself. You are welcome here, not as an intruder or a stranger. As a friend and hopefully as family, if you choose to stay."

He seemed to think that over as I took his hand, grabbed his pants from the floor, and headed into the bedroom. He would be treated well here, everyone was. No one was without flaws or a past they might want to mend or forget altogether. I would never judge them, or him. Just as I hoped to never be judged harshly for things I can not change.