Page 15 of Let it Snow Queen

He raised a dark eyebrow again, as if to say,really?“Insomnia,”he replied plainly. “Now, your turn.”

I pulled my coat tighter and inched closer to the fire. Nothim, thefire. “Usually, on nights like this back in Georgia, when I’d stay up all night, I’d go into my garden my dads made for me. They and my family always add new things for me to find: tiny fairy houses, new walkways, night-blooming flowers. Or sometimes one of my mamas would be awake, and they’d make me whatever snack I wanted—”

“Dads . . . and moms?”

“Two dads, three moms, two foster siblings, and two dogs. Want to make fun of that, too?”

“No,” he answered immediately. “Sounds nice. The family and the garden.” He glanced back to the pages of his book, but I could tell he wasn’t reading. My gaze noted his long black hair tied back and the strong line of his jaw. Maybe he was nice to look at. “It’s just me, my mom, and my sister,” he continued, surprising me. “I think I would have liked a bigger family.”

“What do your mom and sister think about you tearing down forests?” I shouldn’t have asked. We were having a human conversation for once, and I was poking the bear. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to forgive him for threatening this town, me, and being an overall jerk since meeting him.

He snorted, turning a page. “They’d do it too, only better. They’re the owners of my firm. My mother built our business from the ground up, and they’ve done a lot of good for people. People, not squirrels and birds. Sorry if that offends you.”

I rolled my eyes and opened my book. “You make notes in the margins?”

He glanced up. “Give me that.”

I clutched it tighter. “Hell no.”

“Ruby, if you don’t hand it over willingly, I’ll come and take it.” A shiver of heat thrilled down my spine. The blaze of the fire danced in his eyes, and I couldn’t help but ponder the double meaning of that sentence. Something flashed across his gaze,making me wonder if he caught it too. He stood, his height and overall . . . hotness . . . tensing my shoulders. He stopped in front of me, extending a palm. “Give it.”

My heart pounded as I snaked the worn book between my arms. Did I want to read his notes about alien sex this badly? Yes. But did I also want to challenge Koji and see what happened? Also, yes.

“Make me,” I said, my voice involuntarily lowering into something sultry.

His jaw tensed as he tilted his head to the side slightly, eyeing me up and down consideringly. His glance landed on my opened coat, revealing my tight, thermal top. I could feel my hard nipples straining against the divets in the fabric, and I knew he could see it too . . . but I didn’t zip up.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze shot to mine. “Then give me something else.” My sore pussy clenched as I wondered what he meant. “Get on your knees,” he demanded, voice graveled and deep. “Now.”

I should have said no . . . but for some reason, I didn’t want to. Maintaining his steely stare, I maneuvered onto my knees. “Hang onto that book,” he said, unbuttoning his pants. “If you drop it, it’s mine.” He unzipped and reached in, palming his cock into the wintery air. I gasped, and my mouth watered at the sight. He was bigger than both Fox and Gallow. All I wanted at that moment was to see what he felt like in my mouth, even though I hated him. “You’re an inconsiderate, rude, self-righteous prick,” I whispered, straining my neck to look up at him as he stepped closer, his dick inches from my face.

“Try saying that with my cock down your throat, Ruby Snow.”

My pussy throbbed in response to hearing him say my name like that. To the thought of cursing him with my tongue. I leveled him with a defiant stare before slowly opening my mouth.“There we go, just like the good little whore you are.” His voice was rough and breathy. He shoved himself forward, and I caught his tip between my lips, still clutching the book. I wasn’t about to lose this game. He hissed, raising his palms to his forehead like he didn’t want to touch me. “You taste like hate and poison,” I remarked, licking a bead of precum from his rounded top. With deliberate slowness, I moved my lips over him. He hissed again, running his hands through his long hair. “Good, because I hate you.” His tone lacked conviction as his stare glued to mine.

I took another inch of him. “Fine, think of this every time I annoy you,” I muffled out. Panting, he parted his lips.

“I’ll be thinking of this constantly. You can count on that, Ruby Snow.”

I knew it was meant to be a dig, but it made my reckless heart flutter all the same. I took him in another inch, and then another. He hit the back of my throat, and we both groaned simultaneously.

I began sucking then, moving him in and out. He may have tasted like hate and poison, but I liked it. I didn’t know what that said about me. This interaction was unlike any I’d had before. It was wrong, no doubt, but it felt really freaking good, too. “Look at me,” he demanded. I realized my eyes had closed as I savored the flavor of him. I obeyed, meeting his stare. “Ah fuck,” he cursed with annoyance.

Pulling off with a pop, as if he were just my lollipop, I asked, “Something bothering you, Koji?”

“You,” he gritted out. “Why do you have to look at me like that, huh? Why do you have to lookso fucking goodall the damn time?”

My breath left my throat in shock just as he plunged back into my mouth. I inched my knees closer until my breasts were pressed against his legs. And then I felt what I thought he’d been avoiding. His fingers tangled into my hair. He tilted his headback in a rough groan, rubbing his touch through my red waves. Koji’s touch was softer than I’d expected and more delicate than his following words. “I’m going to cum down your throat, and you’re going to take every drop. Do you hear me? And you’re going to fucking hate it because I hate you, and you hate me. Got it, whore?”

I had no idea how those words could sound like they came from a tender lover and not a raging jerk, but there was a twinge of care hidden inside his growl. I let my teeth lightly dance along my retreat as I nodded, bobbing his cock with me. He swore again, gripping my hair tighter. He moved then, thrusting hard. I gagged at the force. His length invaded my mouth and rammed against the back of my throat. I wasn’t going to run away from him. No, I’d fuck him right back. With all my might, I began to suck. I was slurping and pulling him in, daring him to give me everything. My cheeks hallowed out as I choked around him. I brought my watery gaze up to his. His beautiful lips parted, and for some reason, his eyes were watery too. Confusion danced across his feature before a moan left his throat. His touch softened as he tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of my face. My heart fluttered at the innocence that somehow existed in that brief moment.

But it was gone in a flash as he plunged into me, hitting my throat repeatedly. I sucked until my cheeks hurt. I lashed out my tongue, letting it press into his ridges, tasting every salty bit. He tugged me forward roughly, burying himself down my throat with a low yell into the night. I choked at the invasion of his hot release. “That’s it, take it all,” he growled, pushing in even deeper. My eyes watered but I didn’t back away. Instead, I gulped down every drop, not wanting him to see me falter and not wanting to waste a drop.

Once he finished, he quickly pulled out and shoved himself back into his pants as if nothing had happened. “No one knowsabout this,” he said sharply. Whatever tenderness I believed present must have evaporated.

I struggled to catch my breath but wiped my mouth with my sleeve. “Yeah, no shit. I actually like Gallow and Fox.” Though obviously they didn’t mind sharing, I didn’t want to be caught messing around with a guy I clearly despised.

Koji jerked a nod and blew out a breath. After a moment, he extended a hand and helped me up. Our bodies pressed flush to each other for a moment, our heat not originating from the campfire. I took a step back and pushed my coat closed, zipping it up and tucking the flimsy paperback into my wide pocket. I raised my eyebrows awkwardly and turned to leave when his voice startled me over the cracks of the burning logs. “We should probably do this again, though.”