Snow's Huntsman: A Fairytale Retelling
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Hunter
“Why do I have to wear a blindfold? This isn’t some kinky sex thing, is it?”
I laughed as Snow kept going on and on with a long list of questions. When we got to the destination, I cut the engine, climbed out of the SUV, and went over to her side of the car. Once I had her out of the car with the door shut, I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed the nape of her neck, which had my cock throbbing in my pants. But I knew right this moment wasn’t the time for that. I removed the blindfold and heard Snow gasp.
Snow
A hundred candles surrounded a blanket covered in champagne, flowers and chocolate. Hunter had done all of this, made this romantic spot by the beach for just the two of us. He was big and strong, an alpha all the way, but with me he showed this gentle side.
Next thing I knew, I was swept up in Hunter’s arms and he was carrying me to the blanket. He brought his lips to mine in a soft kiss. He set me down, but before I could ask what was going on, he was on his knee in front of me. I covered my mouth with my hand, knowing exactly what this was. I wouldn’t cry though. I couldn't. I had to show a little bit of strength, let him know I had my shit together.
He took out a velvet box, opened the lid, and I felt tears fill my eyes as I stared at the ring inside.
It was my mother’s.
“I asked your father for your hand in marriage, and when he approved he said he wanted me to give you this, wanted you to wear it like your mother did.”
I couldn't stop the tears now.
“Snow White, I have loved you in one way or another from the moment I saw you. You are everything I could imagine in a partner. You are beautiful inside and out and most of all, you make me a better man. I want to give you everything because you’re my everything.” I wiped the tears away and smiled. “Will you make me the happiest man on earth and be my wife?”
“Yes,” I half said and half sobbed. He stood, a grin covering his mouth. He put my mother's engagement ring on my hand and I felt my heart swell. I stared at the ring, at the clean-cut princess diamond that I had looked at in awe as a child.
I loved him, and at that moment, I knew just how much.
Epilogue Two
Snow-Three years later
I walked into Hunter’s office and made myself comfortable in his chair. I looked out the window at the killer view from his floor-to-ceiling windows. Since we got married he’d left my father’s detail and started up his own security firm. And in the years that followed, his business had grown to be one of prestige—catering to politicians, celebrities, and even royalty.
I was so proud of his success.
While he was growing his business, we were also trying to grow our family. Getting pregnant was proving hard and frustrating. However, last week I felt really sick and decided to see my doctor. I didn’t want to tell Hunter, because he lost it even if I coughed. My protector, always.
But I didn’t have an illness.
I was pregnant. Finally.
My hands shook at the thought of telling him the news. I heard his door open and close and closed my eyes, breathing out and gathering my composure.
“Hey, Beautiful.” Hunter came over to me and picked me up. He was my caveman, that was for damn sure.
“I have something for you,” I said before I lost my nerve. He lifted a brow and grinned, leaning against his desk and folding his arms over his chest. I handed him the small gift bag, my heart thundering, my palms sweating. I was so nervous.
Hunter opened the box and took out the onesie. I saw the realization on his face before he even read it.
“The Original and the remix.” He read what was printed on the front. He lifted his gaze to mine, his eyes wide. “Snow … are you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, placing my hand on my belly. And then the sweetest moment of my life happened … my big strong man, my rock, started crying. “You’re going to be a father.” Hunter set the bag and onesie down and pulled me into an embrace.
“I am going to be a daddy.”
I laughed as I brushed the tears from my beautiful man’s face.
“Next week is my next appointment, the official one.”
“I’m going,” he said with such determination that I laughed.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, Hunter. You are going to be the world’s best father.”
“Snow, you complete me,” Hunter whispered in my ear and then got on his knee and rested his head on my belly. “My baby,” he whispered.
Epilogue Three
Hunter-Five years later
It was three in the morning, I had infant puke on my shirt, I hadn’t slept more than a couple of hours per night for the last two months. Despite all of that, I was the happiest I had ever been. After cleaning myself up, I climbed into bed and just stared at Snow. This was the woman who had come into my life and brought with her all this joy. If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be the man I was now, and I wouldn’t have the love and peace in my heart that I felt every single moment of my life.
I watched Snow sleeping, the blanket pooled below her waist. Her belly was big with our fourth child, and I couldn’t help but smile. She said this was the last one, but I was sure I could convince her of two more.
When we had Kylie over four years ago, it had been the happiest day of my life. When that little girl had wrapped her tiny hand around my finger, I knew I was a goner. Then we were blessed with our twin boys, both a year old now.
“What are you smiling about?” Snow whispered in a groggy voice. I kissed her softly on the lips.
“I was just thinking how lucky I am to make babies with the woman of my dreams. Thank you for making my life what it is. Thank you for being my life.”
“I love you,” she said and leaned up to kiss me.
“I love you too.” I wrapped my arms around her and held her, not sure what I’d done to deserve her, but knowing I’d never fuck this up. Snow would always be mine and I hers.
The End
Part I
Excerpt: Her CEOs
Her CEOs: A Reverse Harem Office Romance
By Mila Crawford
Web: www.MilaCrawford.com
Email: Milacrawfordauthor@gmail.com
Copyright © April 2018 by Mila Crawford
First E-book Publication: April 2018
Cover Artist: Popkitty
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: The unauthorized reproduction, transmission, or distribution of any part of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.
This literary work is fiction. Any name, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental. Please respect the author and do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials that would violate the author’s rights.
The CEOs
The three of us wanted her, had for years. But good intentions and professionalism kept us in check. She was our secretary but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be ours.
We’d been celibate for years because Sophia was the one.
The one we wanted in our lives.
The one who put all other women to shame.
The one woman we’d gladly share.
It was time we showed her that in all reality … she was in charge.
Warning: Loosen those ties and hold the calls, because this office romance features one lucky lady and three very devoted men. If you like celibate heroes who only want one woman, a definite SAFE read, and packed full of dirty goodness, this is the story for you.
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Grayson
I shouldn’t have been watching her, shouldn’t have had my focus trained right on her ass, the way the twin globes moved underneath the skin-tight pencil skirt she wore. But fuck, it was hard not to appreciate how gorgeous Sophia was. With her curves and her huge tits
, the fact she always wore her black hair in a bun, little wisps falling around her face, had my fingers itching. I wanted to pull the pins out and let the long dark locks flow down her back.
My cock stiffened painfully. I’d wanted this woman for far longer than was probably healthy.
For the last five years that she’d been working for my partners, Deacon and Mark, and me, she was all I’d wanted. She’s all we wanted. I hadn’t been with a woman since the first day she walked into our office, knowing there was something about her that would be mine.
She’d be mine in all ways.
But I kept things professional, didn’t cross any lines, and I found myself growing more obsessed with her. I waited, biding my time.
But the animal in me wanted out, to be unleashed and rain down on her, to take her, claim her. I knew that I couldn’t control myself any longer, couldn’t stop myself from finally going after her.
But I didn’t want to stop myself.
I turned around and saw Deacon and Mark sitting on the couches, their big bodies dwarfing the leather furniture. We’d gone to school together, graduated, and started this business as a team. They weren’t just my partners; they were men I considered family. And the three of us wanted the same woman.
The three of us would have the same woman.
Deacon
I should’ve told Grayson to quit staring at Sophia, but if I told him that I’d be a hypocrite. The sexy little secretary had been working for us for years, and I’d wanted her for that long, from the moment I saw her. She was quiet, timid almost. I could see she was innocent, almost vulnerable.
And you’d have to be blind not to see, to know, that we wanted her, that we watched her with this almost possessive, territorial gleam in our expressions. Even now my cock was hard, the thick length pressing against my zipper, my balls drawn up tight. I wanted to fuck her so badly, make her mine, pump all my cum into her. I wanted my seed to take, wanted my baby in her.
It was an almost primal feeling I had inside of me, one that wouldn’t be submissive. It demanded I have her, and I didn’t care if I had to share her with Mark or Grayson.
But what all of us were in agreement about was that it was time to finally make Sophia ours.
Mark
I left Deacon and Grayson in the office as I headed to my own, trying to calm my arousal over the fact that I knew Sophia was just in the next room. I adjusted myself while I was alone in the hallways, my cock so damn stiff it was making an obscene outline against my slacks.
Hell, I wasn’t ashamed to say that I might even go into my bathroom and jerk off to the thought of her.
After five years of having no sex, of choosing celibacy because I wanted one woman, one hot little secretary, I had a severe case of blue balls. And the only woman I wanted to drain them, taking my cum into her body, into her womb, was Sophia.
I went into my office and shut the door. The blinds to the windows, showing the main receptionist area, were partially opened.
I could see Sophia sitting behind the desk, her curves filling out her blouse and skirt, her tits more than a handful. She leaned back and reached for something and I watched as her silk shirt stretched across her breasts, her nipples hard. My mouth watered and my cock jerked at the sight.
Reaching down to palm my dick through my pants, I braced a hand on the wall and groaned. God, I could get off just looking at her. Hell, I could come in my slacks just thinking of her. And because I was a filthy fucker I turned and headed to my bathroom, shut the door, and pulled my dick out. I was going to jerk off to the thought of Sophia.
I was going to bust a nut in my hand at the thought of finally making her mine.
Part II
Excerpt: Goldie’s Bears
Goldie’s Bears: A Reverse Harem Shifter Romance
By Mila Crawford
Web: www.MilaCrawford.com
Email: Milacrawfordauthor@gmail.com
Copyright © April 2018 by Mila Crawford
First E-book Publication: April 2018
Cover Artist: Popkitty
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: The unauthorized reproduction, transmission, or distribution of any part of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.
This literary work is fiction. Any name, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental. Please respect the author and do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials that would violate the author’s rights.
The Bears
Alpha. Stubborn. Virgins.
We were three alpha bear shifting brothers living out in the wilderness, content away from civilization, happy to keep our virginities...waiting for our mates.
And we found her...in the same female.
Now that she was here we weren’t letting her go. She’d be ours no matter what.
It’s time Goldie knew what it was like having three possessive bear shifters as mates ... all of us wanting to get her knocked up first.
Warning: What’s that, you like short, safe, filthy reads, ones that have possessive bear shifters who finally found their one and only? Oh, and you like when your men are virgins? Look no further because this story has you covered!
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Jonas
I was sweating like a motherfucker, but the work had to be done. These logs wouldn’t cut themselves, and if we were going to get through the winter warm and dry, I needed a shitload more firewood cut. I brought the axe up and over my head for a second before bringing it down on the log, splintering it into two pieces.
I could hear my brothers Marcus and Kash, the sound of the chainsaw in the distance telling me Kash was working his ass off as well, and the clang of metal on metal as Marcus worked on the generator, making sure the bitch didn’t keel over when it was five below. I glanced at Marcus, who I could actually see from where I stood.
At six foot three he was the “shortest” of all of us, but what he lacked in those few inches in height he made up in bulk and muscle mass. He was hunched over the generator, but I could see by the way his mouth moved he was cursing. He also was tense, and the scent of his frustration slammed into me.
He stood and ran a hand over his short dark hair, cursing more, his words clear enough that I didn’t have to guess what he said.
I turned from him and grabbed the logs, moving them over to the woodshed. I had my own agitation to worry about.
Every year we did this, getting ready for winter, stocking up on food, items we’d need. But every damn minute of every fucking day I was left thinking about one thing … one person.
My mate.
I was a thirty-seven-year-old bear shifter, a virgin because I’d only ever wanted to be with my mate. Yet I hadn’t met her, hadn’t claimed the one person born to be mine. I was frustrated, hard-up, and had the worst case of blue balls imaginable. But I knew when I finally found her—and I sure as fuck would—that it would be worth it.
No woman would ever compare to her. Hell, no woman was even attractive to me, interested me in the slightest. And my brothers were the same way, both saving themselves for a woman that was only meant to be theirs.
I looked at the cabin we’d built with our bare hands, three separate dwellings connected together so we could still be a family, yet have our own space when we did find our females.
Fuck, just the thought of finally having my mate with me, in my home, under my sheets with me on top of her, my cock deep in her pussy, had my dick getting rock hard. The fucker was like a steel pipe between my thighs, demanding to be free and do just that.
But I’d continue to wait for her, because she was the only one I’d ever wanted, even if I hadn’t met her yet.
Marcus
I tossed the wrench aside, this fucking generator about to have me shift into my bear, I was so damn pissed.<
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“This is a fucking piece of shit,” I yelled out to whoever was in earshot. I ran a hand over my face, the days’ worth of stubble greeting my palm. My anger was brimming over, my fucking bear right there at the surface, wanting to claw out, wanting me to shift so it could run this irritation off.
The truth was I wasn’t even mad at the damn generator, although we’d have to get a new one before winter hit. There was no way I could fix this bastard.
No, I was aggravated at the fact I wanted my mate.
I needed her.
I’d waited seemingly a lifetime for her, saving my virginity until the time I could make her mine, show her that claiming her meant the absolute truth. But at thirty-four I still hadn’t crossed paths with her. And my bear was getting antsy as fuck, wanting to mark her, lay claim to what would only be mine.
I stared at the generator once more, and said fuck it. I was going to run this aggression out, was going to hope shifting into my bear would help ease the frustration I felt. Or maybe I should just go inside and jerk off as I thought about my mate, who was out there somewhere, and who I wanted with a desperation that was starting to make me go stir-crazy.
I headed into the woods, feeling myself getting even more jacked up the deeper I went. I saw Kash in the distance working on a tree he’d just cut down. But right now I didn’t want to deal with my brothers, even though I knew they were just as crazed for their mates as I was.
All three of us were growly, cranky, and just wanted our females already.