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Snowbound: Mister Abominable Cassandra Kane Determined to verify the latest sightings of the Yeti, Andrea treks through the Himalayas with Jake, her surly mountain guide. Although the rough-and-ready Jake keeps throwing obstacles in her path, Andrea won’t let anything stop her fulfilling her lifelong quest. When Jake saves Andrea’s life during an unexpected snowstorm, their enforced proximity blazes into lust. Jake fears he’s already given too much away, but even he has to wonder if Andrea will ever admit she’s found exactly what she was looking for…
Snowbound: Mister Abominable “We won’t find anything in this weather!” Jake shouted over the roaring wind, his ski mask ghost-like under the whipping snow. “We’ve got to get out of the storm. Now!” Andrea shook her head, realized he wouldn’t be able to see her in the snowstorm and shouted, “There’s no way I’m backing off now we’re so close --” She yelped in surprise as Jake took a firm grip of her arm and dragged her toward him. Andrea landed awkwardly on her knees as her snow-shoes tangled together. The weight of her rucksack slid forward, and the small cooking pot she’d tied to the top of it in hurried negligence whacked her resoundingly on the head. Jake hauled her to her feet by the straps of her rucksack. He pressed his face against hers, his black eyes cold, his mouth curled in a snarl. “We’re not going anywhere! You’ve been nothing but trouble since we started, but I’m not getting myself killed because some chick wants to make a name for herself hunting a non-existent legend.” Furious at the insult, Andrea pushed away from him. “I’ve been nothing but trouble? I hired you to take me across these mountains and you do as I say, not the other way around. You got that, buster?” His eyes glowed an unpleasant shade of red. Andrea refused to back down, even as she wondered if she’d pushed him too far. But two days of non-conversation, grunted replies to her questions, and constant belittling -- if not outright thwarting -- of her search for evidence of the Yeti had led to this confrontation. He might have been the best guide to this part of the Himalayas but the man’s attitude was abominable. As they faced off, the howling wind driving stinging slaps of sleet and snow against them, they heard a resounding crash. Something hard smashed against
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Andrea’s side. She lost her balance, reeled, stepped back… and found nothing. She barely had time to gasp as she began to fall, flinging out her hands to grab at something, anything. One of Jake’s mittened hands caught her around the wrist. He stood on the ledge of the trail, hunkered down, his legs planted firmly on the ground as he strained to hold her weight. She looked down and saw her legs dangling in mid-air above the jagged rocks of the gorge below. “Hold still,” Jake said, his teeth gritted at the strain. He pulled a knife wedged into the side of one of his snow boots, and she wondered for a second if he meant to finish her off. She sighed with relief as he cut the straps of her rucksack. It slid off and she watched it disappear into the gaping terrain below. But the loss of the rucksack had loosened Jake’s hold and his hands began to slide as he lost his grip. She stared up at him, eyes huge. “Don’t let me go!” He swore. A second later he had pulled off his free mitt with his teeth, even as his other hand slipped. She started to drop, and in that instant she saw a large hairy hand grasping at her, heard a frustrated animal bellow of rage, and then everything went dark.
*** Damn fool. Damn, stubborn, idiotic female. Jake stomped into the cave carrying a pile of firewood and paused to glare at Andrea lying burrowed beneath the animal skins on his makeshift bed. She shifted, muttering in her sleep. He held his breath as her eyelids fluttered open, then closed. He expelled his breath, set the firewood next to the little fire near the entrance to the cave, and crouched to poke more twigs into the flames. He thought about her being naked underneath the furs. She had a good body, with lean legs and glorious tits. Tits he’s been very tempted to fondle. His cock stiffened as he remembered, and he yelped as the fire singed the fur along the edge of his palm. Andrea stirred again, muttering. He sucked on the burn as
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he rose to his feet and stared down at her again. Her long dark hair barely covered her breasts as the coverlet slid further down along her chest. His cock jumped. Damn it, she had no right being here, no right trespassing on him. No right making him think about her tits and how she’d feel beneath his body. He growled, bared his teeth, and stomped back out into the raging snowstorm. He hadn’t had a woman in years and he preferred it that way. He’d best remember that.
*** Andrea opened her eyes and looked at the shifting light on the rocky ceiling. She’d had a strange dream. The Yeti had been standing inside the cave holding a stack of wood, staring at her. Huge and ape-like, his body was covered in thick black fur dusted with snow, his black eyes glaring at her. Black eyes like Jake’s. She winced as she tried to sit up, pain shooting across her ribcage. She was naked. A large white field dressing had been taped across her ribs. She was in some sort of cave, musty and warm, with a fire burning at the end near the narrow entrance beyond which she could see the crisscrossing of wind-whipped snow. Something moved beside her, and she yanked up the soft coverlet protectively. Jake lay in the bed next to her, deep in sleep. They were both sharing a bed made of hay or straw covered in blankets. Almost immediately she remembered how he’d saved her from falling into the gorge after she’d been hit by -- what? A falling rock? Sure felt like it. There’d been something strange about that, too. Something about his hand… God, he looked almost beautiful with his thick, muscular arms flung over his head, exposing his naked torso. In sleep, with his thick brows and straight nose and firm mouth, he looked good enough to eat. His chest and abs were covered in fine black hair which only emphasized his blatant, almost aggressive, masculinity. The planes of his chest rose and fell gently with his breathing, the sculpted muscles continuing to the defined ridges of his abdomen. A hardness that obviously continued all the way, as evidenced by the blanket tented over his groin. Jake had a raging hard-on.
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What did it look like, his cock? As big and aggressive as he was, she hadn’t a doubt. Andrea’s heart beat faster, her mouth watering as she stared at him. Almost of their own volition her hands pulled gently at the blanket covering him, lowering it inch by inch until his dick sprang free. Damn, he was big! Thick and heavy and perfectly formed, with solid veins etched along his length, flaring up like a ripe fruit from the mass of hair at his groin. What would he feel like? What would he taste like? She felt a gush of wet heat between her legs. She reached out… and then looked up and stiffened in shock when she saw Jake staring at her. His black eyes were intense, almost angry. Andrea reddened and snatched her hand away. Jake caught her wrist, his fingers like manacles, holding her hand over his cock. They stared at each other. It wasn’t anger she saw in his eyes, she realized. It was blazing lust. A lust reflecting her own. He pulled at her hand and laid it on his cock. It jumped beneath her touch like it had a life of its own. Entranced, she touched the soft skin, one finger outlining the thick vein ridging the underside. He made what sounded like a moan, still gripping her wrist hard, still staring at her warily. Andrea suddenly wanted to see him lose control, wanted him wild beneath her touch. She needed to know what kind of man Jake was with his defenses down. She gripped his cock firmly, moving her hand up and down along its hard length. Jake’s body stiffened, and a few more strokes made his cock as hard as a rock. Then Andrea leaned over and placed her lips on the thick, bulbous head and licked the pre-cum from the slit. Jake groaned, dropping her wrist to grip a handful of blanket from the bed to either side of him as he thrust his cock into her mouth. He felt as huge as he looked, stretching her lips as she took him inside. With both hands she circled the base of his cock and worked them up and down in short sharp movements as her tongue swirled around his head, licking and sucking. His hips stilled, and she stared up at him from beneath her lashes, watched the emotions flitting across his strong face. It was fascinating to see wariness become
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wonder and demand and then, almost grudgingly, ecstasy. He saw her watching, and buried his hands in her hair, pushing her mouth down around his shaft. Soon his cock jumped and a torrent of hot cum filled her mouth as he came, groaning, his body shuddering. Andrea swallowed before she sat back on her heels. His cock was still hard, seemingly unaffected by his orgasm. Wetness slicked between her legs as she straddled him, nudging the head against her mons. “No,” he said, his voice harsh. His eyes glinted with determination. He caught her by the hips and almost lifted her up toward him, still straddling his body, as though she weighed nothing more than a feather. A moment later she was straddling his shoulders, his hands cupping her buttocks. She had to place her hands against the cave wall to steady herself. “What are you doing?” she asked in alarm, staring down at his face between her legs. He smiled, a flash of white, sharp teeth. “If you don’t know then I’m not going to explain it to you,” he growled. And then he buried his face between her legs. “Oh!” She cried out as his tongue probed inside her, thrusting and searching. Her body felt afire with animal desire. His tongue flicked her clit and she involuntarily gripped her thighs tight around his head. He eased his hands between her thighs, spreading them, caressing her butt. One thumb edged over the curve of her inner thigh, trailed over the plump mons to part her trim hair and flick over her engorged clit. The calloused flesh of his thumb rubbed over the tender nub as his tongue pumped inside her, tasting her. Then he spread her legs wider until she fell on him and he devoured her greedily, as if she were a ripe, succulent fruit and he a starving man. She came hard and fast in a gush of liquid that had her crying out in shocked surprise. He waited as the aftershocks from the orgasm shook her body, his lips gently resting on her clit. When she felt steady and the world had stopped spinning wildly like
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a kaleidoscope, she threw herself back on the bed beside him, exhilarated and exhausted. Eventually, Andrea became aware that he was watching her, a smile dancing over his lips. She frowned. “What?” “You didn’t expect me to do that.” His lazily triumphant tone immediately got her back up. “It’s only natural to reciprocate,” she said primly. He laughed, stretching out beside her, propped on his elbow with his head in his hand. His dark shaggy hair, normally bound in a ponytail, had come undone and fell in waves across his shoulders. One hand idly traced along her shoulder and down her arm, sending shivers down her spine. “You thought I was too much of a brute to ever do that for you. Admit it.” She had thought that, but was damned if she would let him know it. He was arrogant enough as it was. “I think we need some sleep,” she said instead, and deliberately turned on her side away from him. He yanked her back around and in an instant lay over her, pinning her beneath him on the bed. “Oh no,” he growled. “There’s no rest for the wicked.” Before she had time to consider struggling, his mouth had swooped down and crushed hers. A sudden jolt shuddered through her body at his touch. As if sensing the same thing, he eased the pressure over her mouth. His lips were warm and firm, gentling as they devoured her lips, nibbling along the fleshy bottom lip. A rush of desire and something more sensual, more erotic, shivered through her body. He lifted his mouth and stared at her. Black eyes, she thought. Black eyes like her dream. She reached up, buried her hands deep in his thick hair, and pulled his mouth back down to meet hers. Passion raged within her. His tongue powered the flames, slipping into her mouth, searching every warm crevice. His big, rough hands moved restlessly over her body, skimming over her skin, leaving her aflame. She felt the hardness of his cock resting between her thighs, the thick tip against her bellybutton. His hands rested on
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her breasts, thumbs scraping across the aching peaks. She arched as his mouth moved across her jaw, his tongue trailing fire over her throat until his lips took first one nipple and then the other. Teeth gently clamped over the hard tips, pulling, suckling. One hand trailed to her thighs, maneuvered between their bodies and slipped between slick folds to her clit, rubbing possessively. She jumped as though struck by electricity, her body arching, eyes closed. He pulled away then, and she snapped open her eyes, shocked at the loss of his touch. But he was on his knees, cock in hand, rubbing it over her wet entrance. His black gaze told her she was his and then, inch by glorious inch, he pushed his cock inside her. He lay over her again, lips scraping the side of her neck, teeth clamping over the artery that pulsed there as he thrust deep inside her. She gasped, throwing back her head, as he filled her, stretched her, possessed her. When he began to move, slowly and deliberately, burying himself inside her, she gasped at the undiluted pleasure. Soon his strokes became steady, harder, faster. She wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips to meet his every thrust. He groaned against her throat, murmuring, licking. She pulled at his hair, clenched his shoulders, fingernails digging into the hard muscles of his back. A moment later she cried out as she came, shuddering, around his incredible hardness. Jake stopped, breathing harshly as he waited for her to ride the wave. When she opened her eyes, he pulled out of her. His dick jumped back to his belly button, stiff and slick with her come. And with a hand on her hip, he flipped her over and pulled her up onto her knees. She leaned on her elbows and wriggled her ass back until she felt his cock nudge against her slit. Jake wasted no time. He caught her hips and impaled himself to the hilt, groaning. Andrea cried out as he thrust, hard and fast, his balls slapping against her. She heard his harsh breathing and tightened her vagina over his shaft, urging him on. As he pounded into her, she turned her head and noticed the shadow on the wall. Their shadow, thrown into dark relief by the flickering light of the fire. The shadow of a
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woman caught in the grasp of a huge beast, a monster, who threw back his head and bellowed as he came. Another orgasm rolled through her, catching her unawares with its suddenness, and she closed her eyes as it shook her body. When she opened her eyes to look at the shadow, she saw only Jake’s muscled outline. Exhausted, Andrea fell forward over the bed. Jake fell over her then shifted to one side. His strong muscled arms held her, one hand clasping her breast. A large hand, covered in fine dark hair. He nestled her body against him snugly. His lips nuzzled the side of her neck tenderly. “Now we can sleep.” Safe in his arms, Andrea finally let herself go.
*** Jake jerked awake. The inside of the cave was dark, the only light coming from the brilliant white of whirling snow at the entrance. Andrea’s side of the bed was empty and cold. He sat up and noticed her standing by the gutted fire. She had put on her snow clothes, her boots and gloves. She stood still, looking out at the snowstorm. It looked as though she’d stood there for a long time. “Where are you going?” he asked gruffly. She turned around and stared at him. Her lovely face looked shocked. She knew, he thought, and felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Knew and found him abhorrent. Jake pulled his knees up to his chin, wrapped his arms around them. “Go if you must. I won’t stop you,” he said. Andrea didn’t move. Her eyes were twin liquid pools. In them, he saw the same demand she’d made when he held her life in his hands on the edge of the mountainside. Don’t let me go. Hope fluttered inside him.
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“But after all,” he reminded her gently, “Haven’t you found who you were looking for?” She smiled faintly. “You tried to stop me.” He shrugged. “Some things can’t be stopped.” She looked at him quizzically. “Don’t tell me, after all this, you believe in fate?” He smiled, teeth glinting. “Believe what you want.” He stretched back on the bed, crossing his arms beneath his head, and cocked an eyebrow at her. “Coming?” “You really are abominable,” she said in mock anger. Then she shucked off her snow clothes and jumped him.
Cassandra Kane Cassandra Kane grew up in Australia and now resides in the UK. A voracious reader, she’s been devouring science fiction and romances simultaneously since she was a teenager, and even penned a few in her spare time. She was never happier than when she discovered she could marry the two genres and still get away with placing her characters in all sorts of wild and erotic situations. Despite reveling in her god-like qualities on the page, in real life she cunningly manages to appear perfectly normal. To get in touch you can email her at
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