“You have no idea how much.”
My fingers weave into the blanket covering the bed. “Don’t make me beg,” I say, pushing against him.
“Queens don’t beg,” he replies, pulling back just an inch before slamming into me.
But I do beg, not because he isn’t fulfilling my need, but because I can’t get enough. I start a chant as he plows into me, more forceful than I knew Bunny could muster. He sets up a rhythm, a mixture of hard and deliriously slow. I bend my knees and inch down the bed, feeling each hit all the way to my teeth.
His thumb grazes my clit, sending sparks across my body. All thought of healing Bunny are gone—all thoughts entirely are gone. My mind is filled with nothing but the feeling of him inside of me. The way he looks at me. How his jaw tenses with every thrust. How his knees shake as he gets closer.
Our eyes connect and a lazy smile falls across his lips. It’s mimicking my own. I feel it. I feel him. After all our struggles, the pain and distrust, I’m not just healing Bunny.
We’re healing each other.
Nothing gets a Southern girl more excited than snow.
And New York’s first snowfall is a doozy.
“Come outside with me?” I ask each and every one of my Ravens. They all shake their heads and mumble about other obligations. I’m starting to think they’re afraid of snow. “Really? No one?”
Hildi dashes downstairs and I’m not even brave enough to approach the Legion. Damn, those guys are terrifying.
“I’ll go,” Sam says after a long pause. “Let me get my camera.”
I wait in the foyer, dressed for a blizzard. I’m tugging my fuzzy black hat over my ears when he walks in wearing a normal jacket.
He looks me up and down. “Warm enough?”
“I don’t know,” I reply. “I was thinking I may need some of those foot and hand heaters.”
“I’ll keep you warm,” he says with a smile. He’s not even wearing gloves.
We step out of The Nead and into a world of white. It’s like the sky dumped a cloud on the city. I shiver. “Seriously, aren’t you cold?”
“We’re like, half bird, Morgan. We don’t get cold.”
“You’re not a bird.”
He shrugs. “I promise we do not get cold.”
This could explain some of the reason they weren’t affected by the Morrigan’s freezing castle. I tug my scarf up over my neck and we cross the snow-covered road into the park.
Everything in sight is covered in a thick layer or ice and snow. The tree limbs, the railings. I run my hand over a pristine, snow-covered bench and gather a clump before crunching it into a hard ball.
“We don’t have this back home.” I smell the snowball. “Maybe occasionally, but it’s more of a mess than anything else.”
I look up and see that Sam has his camera out; he takes a series of photographs and I strike a variety of silly poses.
“Want to take a look?” he asks, holding out the camera.
I’m not sure I do. Not after the last images he captured. But those days are over. The Darkness is gone, the Morrigan is contained and things are even and balanced between the realms.
I take the camera and look into the screen. There’s nothing but blue sky, white snow and me looking like a dork.
“It’s really over, isn’t it?” I ask him.
His eyes are the brightest of greens and he wraps an arm around my waist. “You stopped the apocalypse, Morgan. You saved us all.”
My cheeks heat with embarrassment. I wrinkle my nose. “I didn’t do it alone.”