Free Davies, Corinne - Wrapped in Fur [3xtasy Lake 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Corinne Davies Page A

with the snow. He slid his hands up and captured her face, tilting her slightly so that he could better taste her. Her arms wrapped around him, and her hips lifted, pressing up as he ground his hips against hers. One booted foot wrapped around his thigh, and she mewed deep in her throat, nipping at his lower lip when he leaned back to look at her. Her face looked flushed, her lips wonderfully swollen. A surge of male possessiveness rippled through him, knowing his kiss affected her like this.
    “Holly, I really hope you aren’t conning us,” he whispered as he dipped his head toward her neck.
    “You. You. Jerk! You just can’t let it go,” she snapped, wiggling madly as she pounded his shoulders. “Get off me!”
    “What? No, honey, I didn’t mean it like that.” He backed off, confusion overriding lust. Why can’t I keep my fucking mouth shut?
    “And I thought I was trapped. At least I could escape. But you…” She slipped out from underneath him, leapt to her feet, and gave him a filthy look.
    Brand sat back on his heels, his knees pressing into the snow as it melted and began soaking through his pant legs. He gazed down at where the indents of her legs and his intertwined up to where her perfect round bottom was imprinted, and up to her delicately curved back. He blinked at what looked like two perfectly formed wings that extended past her shoulders.
    Holly stomped a path in the snow as she paced a few feet away from him. “For a while there, I thought you might actually believe me. Once you decide something, that is all there is to it. That’s why you left this town and left Colwyn behind. How long has it been, and you two haven’t spoken? I’m not stupid or blind. I see the way you both look at me, but you won’t budge from your self-imposed cage.”
    He looked up to watch her stalk across the yard to the house and felt as though someone had just punched him in the gut. Identical to the imprint in the snow, there was what looked to be a pair of snow-covered wings on Holly’s back. Sunlight glinted off the pristine flakes. No sooner had his brain processed what he was seeing, she shook, and the snow fell gently away down to the ground, leaving no trace of the impossible.
    “What are you?” he called out, still feeling a bit disjointed.
    “A holly faery, what else, you big, narrow-minded, judgmental, pig-headed, childish asshole?”
    She didn’t bother to turn around, throwing the answer over her shoulder. He stared at her. If only she would turn around, but she didn’t, and he didn’t call out to her again. Pushing himself to his feet, he went off to find the one person who could shed some light on this entire situation.

    * * * *

    Brand was pacing the hallway like a caged tiger when Aniela quietly entered the house. Coincidentally, when he’d wanted to talk to her earlier, she had been off visiting one of her cronies. Holly’s parting words repeated in his head as the day wore on, putting him in a foul mood. Who was she to judge? She didn’t know him or the circumstances surrounding that night. Unless Colwyn told her or she heard people talking around town.
    Brand stopped in the middle of the hall and crossed his arms over his chest. “Where have you been?”
    “Last I noticed, young man, I am old enough to stay out all night if I wish to.” She gave him a dark look. He just managed to dodge a calculated swing of her cane as it brushed dangerously close to one of his shins.
    “We need to talk. Holly is crazy.” He twirled a finger around his temple.
    “Oh, dear. She told you?” Aniela handed him a heavy box and moved past him. He followed her down the hall to the kitchen. “I was hoping to ease you into it. Just tell you a little at a time. Where is she?”
    “Upstairs. You believe her?”
    “Of course, I freed her from the snowflake.”
    Brand sat down hard on one of the antique chairs. “Tell me this is just one big joke you cooked up. She must have hypnotized you? Used some kind