Snow White and the Wolves: A Naughty Fairy Tale Page 4

  Yes, Aidan could torture her sexually or otherwise, but he didn’t want to.

  So he went for distraction instead. Before the woman could take a breath and start yelling, he darted across the room, swept her into his arms, and kissed her harder than he’d ever kissed anyone. He reached beneath her shirt to grab her ass and was surprised to find his hands gripping bare flesh. His cock went rigid as he kissed her soft mouth, taking everything he wanted, just for a moment.

  For just a moment, his cold heart swarmed to life and he wondered, just for a second, what it would be like to feel this way every time he took a woman. Aidan was no stranger to the warm bed of a lovely female, but he couldn’t get this fiery female out of his mind. He wanted her more than he’d wanted anything before in his life.

  She moaned against his mouth. He was going to go crazy if he didn’t get inside of her soon. Aidan kissed her more deeply, grinding his body against hers, and she didn’t protest. Then he scented her arousal and he knew, he knew, that she was enjoying this just as much as he was.

  “Tell me your name,” he whispered.

  “Ray,” she breathed out, then kept kissing him. Her hands were in his hair, then on his chest, then, to his surprise, rubbing against his hardness.

  “Baby,” he murmured. She whispered something back, something he couldn’t quite hear, but it sounded like a purr, so he kept going. His hands raced up her ass and to her back, pulling her flat against him. His cock felt like it would explode, but he couldn’t stop. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and pulled her deeper into him.

  Ray just moaned.

  Aidan couldn’t stop. He needed to. He needed to. He couldn’t. He would keep going until she stopped or until they fucked, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t pull away. His little captive had done more than just capture his attention.

  She had captured his heart and his cock and right now, he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

  He lifted her up to carry her to the bed, and he laid her down. She sprawled against the bedspread and he leaned over her, running his hand down the shirt and ripping it open to expose two firm, lovely breasts. He lowered his mouth to her nipples and began kissing and sucking her. She was ripe for the picking, and Aidan intended to eat his fill.

  Then he started to move lower, and she arched her back, but to his surprise, she gripped his head and whispered, “Wait.”

  Wait?

  What the everloving fuck?

  He looked up at her with a questioning glance, and she gulped. Something was wrong.

  “What is it?” He asked, knowing whatever it was could wait, needed to wait.

  “I, um,” she blushed fervently and looked away, then back at him. She cringed. “I’ve never, um…”

  “You’re a virgin?” He blurted out. His cock deflated.

  She nodded her head, but looked at the ceiling, not at him.

  “Fuck!” He yelled, standing up. What the fuck had he been about to do? Oh, he would have made it great for her, for fucking sure, but a virgin? He could have really hurt her, scared her, turned her off to the idea of sex in the future at all. What the fuck? And why did he fucking care? He was a wolf: not a prince. He shouldn’t pretend to be one.

  Ray’s face dropped and he could smell her tears without needing to see them. He couldn’t do this. Not with her. Not now. Aidan stood and left, not bothering to grab his pants. He slammed the door behind himself and marched out of the cabin and into the woods.

  Alone again.

  10

  Snow woke early to make her men breakfast, but her heart wasn’t in it. Something was wrong. Something terrible. Something she should know about, but didn’t. She knew her men had her best interests at heart, but even wolves made bad decisions.

  There was a reason the men hadn’t insisted on looking for Rayna last night when they scented her. Snow was embarrassed and sad she hadn’t known in her heart that Rayna was near. They were twins, after all. Snow should have been able to tell when half of her heart was close to the other.

  She realized, with a start, why Ethan had hesitated when Snow insisted on looking for Rayna: he thought she was bad. He thought she had run Snow out of town. He thought Rayna was coming to do Snow harm.

  But she wasn’t. She couldn’t.

  Snow looked around the tiny cabin silently. This had come to be her home. She couldn’t imagine any other world, but Rayna? Rayna was her family. Her sister. Her twin. Snow had loved living with the wolves, but living without Rayna had been nearly impossible.

  Oh, her sweet boy were wonderful and she couldn’t resist the sex they gave her. Everything about them was wonderful, but Rayna was her little sister, and something was wrong. For Rayna to risk everything to come into Everworth Forest, Snow knew her sister must have been desperate.

  And she had never arrived, which meant something had gone wrong.

  The men were still asleep and would be for awhile. Snow made a hasty decision she knew would result in being punished later, but she couldn’t wait any longer. She had to find Rayna.

  Snow cleaned up the kitchen as quickly and quietly as she could and let the fire begin to die away. Then she grabbed her cloak, wrapped it around herself, and slipped into the darkness of the forest.

  “Rayna, dear sister,” she whispered into the cool morning air. “Where are you?”

  *

  Rayna cried into the pillow. So what if she was a virgin? Was that really the worst thing she could be? She couldn’t believe she had let herself get wrapped up in her captor, in his touch. And why had she told him her name was Ray? No one called her that. No one. Only Snow. Rayna had realized, somewhere along the journey, that she didn’t want to destroy her sister’s reputation. She couldn’t.

  She needed to find her.

  She needed to apologize.

  She needed to make things right and ask how she could save the kingdom.

  Their parents had given up too much, entrusted too much, for Rayna to be happy running it into the ground. Even their stepmother, who had been a worthless token for their father to play with, had been able to contribute something to the kingdom. Her beauty had become legendary and both Snow and Rayna had never measured up to it. Still, for years, Everworth had been known as the Kingdom of Beauty. It was fitting, Rayna thought, because even though she had not mourned her stepmother for an instant, the country really was gorgeous.

  Still, Rayna had lingered in the forest far too long. She needed to get to Snow and then she needed to return. Maybe her sister would help save her. Maybe her sister would save Everworth. If not for Rayna, for their father’s memory. For their mother’s memory. For the lives they could have led if things had been different.

  Rayna wiped her snot-covered face with the back of her hand. She had worse things to worry about than a stupid guy who didn’t like the fact that she was inexperienced. Rayna didn’t really understand why it would matter to someone. Maybe part of her had thought that somehow, he would like being the first one. She thought maybe he would like having the first shot at her.

  She had been wrong. So wrong. Rayna stood up and braced herself for the reality she was about to deal with. No one wanted her. Her stepmother sure hadn’t. Her sister didn’t. Now, the strange man who had captured her didn’t. No worries. It was no bother at all. She would be fine. She needed to leave, though, and she wasn’t about to scream and holler and waste energy on throwing a tantrum.

  She went to the door and stared at the knob for what felt like hours. It was brass with a little keyhole she tried to peek through but couldn’t quite. She squatted down and pressed her eye against the knob, but nothing.

  It was nothing like the mystery stories Rayna liked to read.

  She stood up then, and though she knew it was pointless, she grabbed the knob to try to turn it.

  The knob turned.

  The whole knob turned and the door opened. Rayna stood there staring at the door as if it had just sprouted wings. It opened. The door was open. The man was in such a hurry to run away once he learned she was a virgin that he had forgotten to lock her in.

  Rayna did not need further prompting. She gingerly pulled the door open enough that she could slip out quietly. She sneaked into the hallway and began walking down it. She was at the end of the hall and there were two other closed doors. At the end of the hall was the kitchen, judging from the table and chairs. She reached the end of the hall and paused, listening intently.

  Rayna heard nothing. She peeked around. Still, nothing. He was gone. The cabin was empty. In any other situation, she would nose around the house and find out as much as she could about the man who had captured her. She had a right to know about the man she had almost given…everything…to. But the fact of the matter was that Rayna was in a hurry and she needed to get to her sister.

  But first, she needed her cloak.

  She knew the man hadn’t taken the mirror. If he had found it carefully concealed in the folds of her cloak, he would have mentioned it. Rayna was smart enough to know that. It was an unusual mirror, a gift long ago. Her stepmother had kept a similar one until her death and had never been without it. Rayna had followed suit and when she had received the mirror as a gift, she had guarded it carefully.

  It was wonderful for keeping tabs on what her sister had been up to, but Rayna wasn’t under some naïve impression that it wouldn’t be used for evil in the wrong hands.

  Not that Rayna had always used the mirror for its intended purpose.

  There had been plenty of times when she innocently wanted to check on her sister, only to see that Snow and the wolves were in the middle of “making love.” Not that what her sister did with the shifter men was loving. It wasn’t. It was rough and raw and dirty and it bothered Rayna just how excited it made her.
r />   Sometimes she’d watch the mirror with one hand nestled between her legs, trying to fight the ache that grew as she imagined she was the one nestled between the men.

  After she came – and she always came – Rayna would feel guilty for spying on her sister during such intimate moments. She would feel guilty for getting aroused at such dirty, tawdry things.

  But she couldn’t stop.

  Somehow, no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t stop.

  Even as she thought about it, a blush crept over Rayna’s body. She didn’t have time to dawdle over fantasies, though, even if being mated to a group of wolf-shifters would be amazing. Fuck, even being mated to one would be amazing.

  Rayna looked around the modest living area, but her cloak was nowhere to be found. She was going to have to go back to the closed doors and look there. Before she did, Rayna grabbed a sizable knife from the kitchen. It wouldn’t help her much, but it was better than nothing, so she took it with her.

  She sneaked back down the hall, careful to step lightly so she didn’t cause any floorboards to creak, and opened the first door. It was an ordinary-looking bedroom, much like the one she was staying in, but without the chains hanging from the ceiling.

  Rayna took a quick look around, but there was nothing interesting to be found and her cloak was nowhere to be seen. Third door it was.

  She went back into the hallway. Still no stranger. Good. Fuck him. So he didn’t want her virginity? So what? Rayna tried to think that it was his own hang-up and not because she wasn’t likable. He had been completely into her for a hot second. She hoped he was just weird and wasn’t pulling away because she smelled back or looked weird or kissed poorly. It’s not like she had a lot of experience.

  It’s not like she had time.

  Running a kingdom took more time than anyone could possibly imagine and Rayna had no help and no one to trust. There was no one she could turn to, no one who could lift her up or support her when she felt like she was failing at the whole “queen” thing.

  Fuck.

  She needed to stop. She needed to just stop thinking and start searching. Third door. She reached it and opened it, pushing the door open and stepped inside.

  Only it wasn’t a third bedroom.

  It was a sex dungeon.

  And her gold cloak was in the center of the room, draped across something Rayna knew was called a spanking bench.

  She wished it was her instead of the cloak.

  *

  Aidan was an idiot. He was running. Again. For the second time. He was running away into the forest and why? Because he was a pussy who was too tenderhearted to rip from his little captive what he truly wanted to take.

  The idea of taking her maidenhood was tempting. Arousing. Dark. It riled up something deep inside that Aidan tried to keep hidden. The truth was that he loved the idea of taking her roughly despite her innocence. He would make it hurt and then he would make it feel so, so good.

  He would take everything little Ray had to offer and then he’d give it all back.

  With interest.

  Yeah, Aidan was a giver all right.

  He spent too much time running these days and not enough time fucking. It had been far too long since he’d bedded a woman – any woman – and Ray smelled so sweet. She was licorice and wine and Christmas all rolled into one lovely, curvy package.

  But she was a virgin.

  And he’d never been a good man.

  When she told him her secret, she had been embarrassed and scared. He knew she was afraid of rejection. He could fucking smell it, but he still marched out of that room. And why? Because she deserved better? She was up to no good and he knew it. Still, he doubted little Ray was really going to do any serious harm during her stay in the woods.

  What was he doing?

  He wanted to know what she was up to, but she wasn’t talking. He could fuck her and then free her or he could fuck her until she talked, but either way, he wanted to sink into her sweet body and stay there until she made him leave.

  Aidan raced through the forest in his wolf form, running his familiar paths. He had lived in the woods for so long that he knew almost every inch by heart. There was no such thing as a wolf getting lost in the woods. Not Everworth Forest. It simply didn’t happen. Wouldn’t happen. Couldn’t happen.

  He was too good at what he did. He spent too much time making sure he was prepared for anything. He knew what he’d do if any kind of invader came, if the evil queen of Everworth decided to chop the forest down, or if he suddenly found the woods unfit for wolves.

  But he hadn’t prepared his heart for a woman.

  He hadn’t come up with an escape plan for that.

  Finally, Aidan was sweaty and muddy and tired, so he turned around and went home. It was long past lunchtime and he knew Ray hadn’t eaten. He had already broken the poor girl’s heart. He didn’t need to starve her, too.

  He reached his tiny cabin and paused outside. He shifted quickly, then ran through what he should say. Should he apologize? Should he try to seduce her again? Should he feed her and then let her go? He didn’t know. Maybe what he needed to do was talk to Ethan and see if the alpha had any desire to let Ray meet up with Snow. She was convinced she knew her. Maybe she did.

  But Aidan knew that Snow’s past, while carefully concealed, was important. He knew she had once been an important person in Everworth, though how exactly, he wasn’t sure. If someone was looking for her, it must be important. Maybe Ethan would know what to do.

  First, though, food.

  Aidan stepped inside the cabin and immediately knew something was wrong. He could smell her all over the kitchen. She was everywhere. She had been all over, touched everything. How?

  The door.

  He hadn’t locked her door.

  He had been so upset, having his precious heart smashed, that he hadn’t locked the door.

  Aidan raced to her room, but the door was open and she was gone.

  He ran outside and howled.

  11

  The sound of a wolf howling sent a shiver down Snow White’s spine. What had prompted that feral noise? She had lived with a pack of wolf-shifters long enough to know that it had to take either physical or emotional pain for a wolf to start howling in the middle of the day.

  And that sound had been louder than most.

  She had been walking for nearly an hour and was surprised her own men hadn’t found her yet. Though she wanted to find Rayna as quickly as possible, Snow knew that Ethan and the other shifters would start looking for her as soon as they woke.

  Her bottom was already sore thinking of how they would punish her once they caught her.

  Oh, she knew they’d give it to her good, but it would be worth it. She needed to find Rayna. She had to. Where had her sister gone? And why had she come to her? Rayna was stubborn and hot-headed, but Snow loved her sweet little sister. Rayna was strong, though, and wouldn’t come to Snow unless it was an absolute emergency.

  Rayna would have to be desperate to come to Snow.

  There was no other way she would have set a princess foot into the forest.

  The woods were, for the most part, uninhabited. There were a few small groups of wolves and a couple of shifter werebears, but everyone kept mostly to themselves. There were miles and miles between each group of animals, and Snow had grown to enjoy the peace and tranquility that came from living in the darkness of Everworth Forest.

  There was, however, a lone wolf shifter who lived close to Snow’s cabin. The Huntsman, he used to be called, had long ago been a man bent on revenge. He had come into the woods to slay the beast who had murdered his mother, only to discover on the first full moon that his mother hadn’t been killed by a beast.

  His mother was the beast.

  Aidan had never recovered and had spent years living in a small cabin by himself. Snow worried about him, so she occasionally brought him treats and cookies and pies. Aidan was very quiet and rarely spoke much, but she knew he appreciated her thoughtfulness.

  Maybe he had seen Rayna.

  She headed in his general direction and was nearly there when she heard a low growl behind her.