Page 10 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

Wanting all of him.

But snickering draws me back to the here and now. To the faces of a dozen bull-masked observers.

This wasn’t how I wanted our reunion to be.

And Jack stills, his ears twitching.

It wasn’t how he wanted it, either.

“You brought your bride out to play again, Eebie. Want to share your treat?”

Jack doesn’t answer him. Doesn’t say a word. He nuzzles my throat one last time and then moves.

Jack doesn’t let my feet touch the ground as he draws me through a darkly veiled curtain. The fabric washes over me like a dozen hands and I close my eyes, shivering against the sensation.

When I open them again, it’s like I’m in another world.

But it’s not. It’s simply changed.

Gone is the empty domain Jack inhabited when I arrived in the old gods’ realm a month ago.

He sets me on my own two feet on a floor that seems to be made of grass, but I don’t bend down to test that theory and the throne I’d originally found him on….

The once blank and barren seat is covered in vines and leaves and… white lilies.

They spill everywhere along the dais where the throne sits, and the ground is dotted with crocuses. Purple, yellow, and pink buds clustered like painted eggs….

Before I can say anything, he turns me, walking me to the bower I’ve spent so much time in. It, too, is changed.

Flowers hang from its canopy and wind up and through the woven branches that create its base. And beside it….

I laugh as I pick up a chocolate egg and nibble at it. I have to lick my fingers when I set it back in the basket. My skin is still too warm.

“Were you waiting for me?”

“Preparing would be more accurate.” He tugs at the waist of my still open pants and they slide to the grassy ground. “I’ve been starving for too long.”

“I’ve been gone a month.”

A strange concern crosses over his face. “That means there are three hundred and eight more….”

“What are you talking about?”

He shakes his head and draws me to him. “I belong to you.”

For whatever time I have left. My arm stings where it brushes against him. “Jack, we need—”

“Yes, we do need.” He sweeps me off my feet, twirling me again. “We need every moment I can steal.”

He lifts me so quickly, I barely have the chance to squeak before I bounce among the pillows.

And then, his mouth is on me, his tongue…

I gasp his name, wiggling, trying to push him back so I can get my underwear off… so I can get him over me.

On me.

In me.

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