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He doesn’t stop to take off my snowy clothes, just carries me down the hall into the great room where twin fires burn. The entire crowd follows us.
“Maybe put her in a warm bath,” someone suggests.
Blackthroat veers off, back toward my bedroom.
“No, not a bath.” Ruby jogs along behind us reading from her phone. “It says that can cause burns. You need to be very gentle, it says. Remove her wet clothing and get her under blankets. Administer warm fluids.”
“I’ll get something hot for her to drink.” Liz veers away.
“I’ll get blankets,” the old man says.
We arrive at my bedroom, and Brick kicks the door in and sets me on my feet. He unbuttons my coat and gently tugs my gloves off my hands, holding each one between his large warm ones.
The men fall back and disappear, giving me some privacy, but Ruby and the woman who must be their mother stay. She gently unwinds my scarf, then helps me out of the sweater. “I read about this once,” she says. “The best way to warm her up is with your body heat. You need to strip off your clothing, too, and get under the covers with her.”
“I think I’ve heard that, too,” Ruby says. She shares a glance with her mother.
She and Brick both crouch to remove my boots while their mother steadies me. “Her socks are soaked,” Ruby breathes with chagrin.
Their mom unhooks my bra. I should probably feel awkward, but I can’t find it in me to care if perfect strangers see my breasts.
“Th-there were wolves out there.” I finally find my voice.
The older woman meets my gaze. She takes my hand between both of hers, holding it sandwiched in her warmth like Brick had done. Hot pins and needles make me gasp and pull it back. “Are you hurt, sweetheart?”
Brick gently peels down the wet, woolen leggings. “She’s bruised,” he growls angrily.
“Wolves,” I repeat in a whisper. I find it strange that no one seems upset about a pack of wolves that are on the property and were about to eat me.
“You’re in shock,” the older woman says.
As if to prove it, my body starts to shake uncontrollably. It seems like a delayed reaction, since I’m inside now. It’s like my body was too frozen before to even shiver.
“Blankets are out here in the hall, a gruff male voice calls from the other side of the door.
“Thank you, Dane.” Ruby cracks the door to retrieve them.
A light tap sounds on the door, and Liz bustles in carrying a silver-colored serving tray. "Hot cocoa. And chicken noodle soup. She’s probably starving.” I notice she averts her gaze from me. Probably because I’m mostly naked at this point. “And here’s hot tea if she doesn’t like the cocoa.” She sets the tray down on the bedside table and quickly disappears.
“Get her in the bed.” Brick’s mother pulls back the covers.
I shiver in my panties, teeth chattering, body shaking. My eyeballs burn in the warmth like they, too, were nearly frozen solid out there. Blackthroat gently scoops me up to carry me the two feet to the bed and carefully places me in the middle.
“Leave us,” he commands, as if his mother and sister were servants, not his family.
As soon as they exit, he strips down to his boxers and climbs in behind me. Blackthroat molds his body against mine from the back, sandwiching my feet between his larger ones and lightly but frantically stroking his palm over my cold skin.
“You’re so cold,” he laments. “Fuck, Madison.”
I shiver violently against him. It’s definitely shock.
“Madison,” he croaks, his voice soft with regret. “Madi, Madi, Madi.” I like that he uses my preferred name for once. His hand continues lightly roving everywhere he can reach–down and up my thighs, over my belly, along my side. He yanks the covers up under my chin and tucks them in around me, then pets my arm, my cold cheek. He cups his hand and covers my nose to warm the tip.
He breathes softly against the shell of my ear, like he’s lending his breath to warm it. His hand continues to rove over my skin, thawing all the frozen parts of me. Down my arm, up my side, over my belly, down my thigh. When he strokes it around my breast, I feel his dick harden where my ass is pressed against his lap. He shifts back, so I can’t feel it, and I miss the contact.
“Talk to me, Windows. It’s hard to tell if you’re all there. Tell me to fuck off again.”
“Fuck off.”
