This story is rated R. There is no sex in part 12.
Dear readers: As you may have intuited, this series is slowly coming to an end (next part should be the last), so I’ve been working carefully with the plot, taking a little extra time. This has been fun though, writing as I go, quite a challenge. I sincerely hope that my writing has been passable, readable, and enjoyable for you, even though I haven’t edited it to death. : D A big thank you, and hug to all the regular readers who have stuck with me through the whole story!
The Snow God: Part 1 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 2 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 3 (Erotica), The Snow God: Part 4 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 5 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 6 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 7 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 8 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 9 (erotica), The Snow God: Part 10 (erotic), The Snow God: Part 11 (erotic)
Val was coming back around, slowly but surely. Kara could see his chest heaving deeper through her tears. Thank God he was alive at all. The blow to his head had been so vicious that blood was trickling down around the curve of his ear.
Izgrid paced between them, only stopping once he noticed Val stirring.
He’s nervous, even though he’s at the advantage.
“Can you hear me Val?”
Val groaned, eyes still pressed closed. “Yes, I can hear you, you little shit.”
“Good. You’d better listen then. I’ve restrained you well. That means your pretty little girlfriend over here is at my mercy.” Izgrid hooked his thumbs into his belt-loops. “You’ve said no to me time and again, but somehow I have the feeling you won’t this time.”
Val’s blue eyes opened a crack, fixed disdainfully on Izgrid’s feet. “No to what? Your cock, or the release of your sister?”
Irritation flickered over Izgrid’s face. “My past advances are of no concern here.”
“Oh, then just your sister. What a relief.”
Izgrid’s hand swiped Val’s face with a sharp crack. “Even now you taunt me! Just say yes or no, and let’s be done with it.”
“If I agree to release your sister, she might destroy the world. That isn’t a decision I take lightly.”
“My sister never intended to do such a thing.”
“Then why did she break the law?”
Izgrid pulled a knife from his pocket quickly, turning to Kara. She tried to fight his advance off, but he was strong and fast, grabbing a fistful of hair and setting the knife uncomfortably against her throat. Kara whimpered softly under the touch of death. Would he really do something this rash?
“I guess I was wrong, you don’t love this one so much.”
“Wait.” Val straightened up desperately, pulling at his bonds like a snared coyote. “I’ll do it.”
Izgrid released her, slipping the knife back into his pocket. “Then let’s go, before your sister brings the cavalry. If you dare stall me, I won’t think twice about killing her, so be warned.”
The snow outside was a diamond crust crunching under their feet with every step. Kara’s eyes narrowed to slits against the suns glare, and she stumbled forward whenever Izgrid pulled the rope. Val was ahead, also bound, but leading as he was bidden, only a few paces from the small dwelling.
He said his sister was here, and he wasn’t kidding, right here, so close.
Izgrid reeled her in, pulling her tight against his body. “I really never meant for it to be this way Val, but your sister is just too hard to get close to. If you hadn’t fallen in love the way you did, I might still be waiting for my chance.” The knife pressed uncomfortably against Kara’s neck again. “Here, take it.” Izgrid tossed the necklace to Val, its blue light shining brightly like a fiery gem in the sunlight.
Val caught it, barely, eyes locked on Kara. He took a deep breath then, holding it in his cupped hands, eyes closing, chin rising. A rumbling came up under their feet instantly, slow and deep at first, then faster and more violent. Blue light seeped up from cracks in the snow, answering the necklace, which surged between Val’s fingers like a fire.
A sudden fierce ringing rose in Kara’s ears, making her lean dizzily into Izgrid’s thin frame. What if this kills us all? The sharpness was no longer pressuring her throat and she could see the knife glinting close at her elbow, as if this was a done deal.
But it isn’t, not if I have anything to say about it.
Kara pushed further back into Izgrids chest, as though she was fainting. His arms came forward to encase her, hold her up, and there it was, close enough to grab. It only took a split second, the hunter in her thrumming with excitement as she slid down quickly, twisting and plunging the knife deep in Izgrid’s belly, yanking it down to gut him, to end him.
There was surprise, shock really, spreading over Izgrid’s handsome face as Kara straightened up before him. The rumbling subsided and she felt Val’s presence closing in on her.
“You’ll never touch Val again,” he voice quavered as she said it, “He’s mine.”