Page 6 of Wicked Winter Night
I check and find it exactly where she said and grab an ice pack on the way back. “Put this ice pack on your ankle. It will help with the swelling,” I instruct while grabbing alcohol wipes, Q-tips, Neosporin, and a few butterfly bandages from the first aid kit. She has a pretty gnarly gash on her right cheek and a few minor ones along the left side of her face. I start with the smaller ones, cleaning them with alcohol pads first. She winces from the burn.
“So, Ella. What are you doing out here all alone? A girl like you doesn’t have a significant other for the holidays?”
“A girl like me?” she huffs, making the cutest offended face.
“Yeah, beautiful.” She blushes, trying to hide the flush on her cheeks.
“I caught my fiancé cheating on me yesterday,” she whispers, her features turning to those of sadness. She stares off, like she’s playing it back in her mind, and the urge to grab her face and kiss her to pull her out of it surges through me.
“What a dickwad. I’m sorry,” I say apologetically, clenching my jaw. If I ever see this motherfucker, it’s on site.
“With my best friend of all people,” she adds, wincing like I’m going to judge her based on that information.
I stare at her for a moment before I grab the bottom of her chin and force her to look into my eyes.
“They didn’t deserve you then, little dove. You will regain your wings in time. It’s their loss, and fuck ‘em for that.”
She stares at me for a moment before she breaks eye contact. I continue with her cuts, patching all the smaller ones before I make it to the biggest.
“This one is probably going to hurt the most. It’s rather deep.”
She nods, and I suddenly feel her hand on my leg before she applies a little bit of pressure, preparing for the worst. I dab it with the alcohol wipe, and her grip tightens further on my leg.
“Whoa, Wonder Woman. You’re gonna take my leg off with that strength,” I joke, and she pulls her hand away.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean–”
“No, it’s fine,” I interrupt, grabbing her hand and placing it right back where she had it. “By all means, squeeze away.”
She chuckles before obliging. With every tap of the alcohol pad, she squeezes harder and harder until finally, I’m done with that part. I take the butterfly bandages and apply three along the cut, then use a Q-tip to apply a thin layer of Neosporin across it.
“So, what were you doing in the woods?” she blurts out, as though she’s been dying to ask that question for some time.
“I live in the next cabin, about four miles east of here. I was out hunting for a deer when I heard your screams,” I say, hoping that’s sufficient.
“You hunt deer with a shotgun?” she questions, raising an eyebrow. Smart cookie this one is.
“No, the shotgun was with me for the purpose of scaring away wolves. They’re pretty bad in these parts around this time. Food is scarce, and they’re starving. I left my rifle when I heard the screams at my spot to have less to run with.”I really am good at making up shit on the spot, I think to myself.
“Well, I guess you’re my knight in shining armor,” she tells me. “Do you have a wife or girlfriend or anyone wondering where you’ve been for so long?”
“No one, little dove. It’s just me.”
“Good, because then I can do this.” She takes me by surprise and plants her lips on mine. I’ve never had a woman be so forward, let alone one I don’t know.
“Now, you have been properly thanked for saving my life,” she breathes out, and her eyes dip down to my lips again before her tongue darts out, licking her own.
“Careful, little dove. You don’t know me, and you don’t want to start something you can’t finish,” I growl, grabbing her by the chin again.
“That’s part of the fun,” she says. “I need the distraction. I’m in my “fuck men” stage, but I can make an exception. My life is falling apart, and I almost died today. You saved my life and are quite the eye candy. I say it’s a win-win. No strings attached fucking.”
I smirk, taking that as permission before I say, “Be careful what you wish for, little dove.” And I grab her by the throat, slamming my lips to hers.
CHAPTER NINE
Eli grabs me by the throat and slams his lips against mine. My panties are immediately drenched. No one has ever manhandled me this way. Liam was just so vanilla in the bedroom, and he refused to do things outside the norm when I asked. Even went so far as to tell me I’m “weird” or that something is “wrong in my head” for wanting those things. I wasn't asking for much.Just the occasional choking, being tied up, maybe even a little chasing. But he always refused.
Eli’s grip tightens just a bit as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. Suddenly, his fingers begin traveling down to my center, and they dip under the waistband of my sweatsuit before meeting the apex of my thighs.