Page 20 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

“You can look,” I say, before she makes any moves or request, “But you can’t touch.”

The pout she offers me is very definitely fake. “I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

She could, which makes me doubly happy she isn’t going to.

I let the sleeve slip from my other arm, and when I reach up to slide that hand into Jack’s fur, the gossamer fabric slides down my skin, pooling at my feet like a puddle reflecting the semblance of the night’s sky overhead.

Lako’s eyes trace over me, her purr rumbling through her domain. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather join my kittens, darling? The Eebie might appreciate you, but I’m certain all of us would do the same. You’d never be left wanting.”

“I would.” I tighten my grip and lean back into him. “I wouldn’t have the one I want.”

“Do you know,” Lako says, leaning forward and brushing Minx aside. “I’ve never seen your Easter Bunny’s cock.”

She chuckles, gaze travelling down Jack’s body.

“It must be spectacular if it drew you back when you had no reason—if you’ll choose it over endless pleasure.”

I had plenty of reasons, but I’m not going to explain them to her.

Instead, I turn to him, placing myself between them, so she can’t see when I coax him to hardness.

He’s mine and I’ll show him to them when I’m ready.

“I don’t think we want to use her bed, do you?” I look up at him, not the offending furniture.

“Not even a little bit.” He snaps his fingers, and his throne appears behind him as though it was dragged through their domains.

The lilies covering it quiver as they lose their momentum, and the vines curl back, away from the snow.

I’m more than happy to use his throne as our stage for this. But there are a few acts we can’t skip, even if I want to pretend we’re fully in control of this..

I walk around him, hand trailing over his stomach, and I meet Lako’s eyes before I give her what she wants.

The closure of the zoma that wraps around Jack’s waist twists easily in my hand, and a moment later, he’s fully on display for the kittens purring on the edges of Lako’s domain.

I can feel the vibrations through my bones.

Like she said, it wouldn’t be hard, as long as he is.

This fever burns through me. Heat pulsing from the very centre of my being, dragging its fiery claws through my veins.

The pure need it strikes through me is something I’ve felt before. It’s identical to the need I’ve felt in the middle of the nights I’ve spent without him.

He takes my wrists, moving me back with him until he sits on his throne.

It’s a good reminder for Lako. She isn’t the only god in this.

I sink to my knees and Jack turns to me, his jaw set, but he turns his palm face up and draws the floor beneath me upward. Raising me to the perfect height so neither of us have to stretch.

He’ll stretch me later.

But I’m distracted as I slide my hand up his length.

His cock is warm in my hand as I stroke him. Too-soft skin over a hardness that should still terrify me.

Pretty, pink, and as perfect as it had been in my dreams.

It wasn’t that I’d… forgotten, exactly.

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