Page 94 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

Jack ignores him, offering me more of that sweet nectar. The sugary fizzle on my tongue drives away some of the haze.

“At least have the decency to clean up after yourself.” Jack mutters, shaking off his hand and the green fluid there.

I catch sight of Minoka’s rolled eyes before he flicks his wrist and I inhale sharply, I have a feeling everything that was on my skin or in the sheets is now inside of me… leak plugged.

Jack makes me drink more of that sparkling liquid and when he takes it away, I slump against him, too full.

I think I may have fallen asleep because the next thing I hear is Minoka ask him. “Why didn’t you just tear off that ridiculous mask and keep her here. Then Juun couldn’t do anything.”

Jack’s voice is soft. “I’ve considered it, but trapping her here isn’t the solution.”

“It could be.”

“Maybe if you knew what love is, you wouldn’t say that.”

“What is love?” Minoka says derisively, flicking the corner of the sheet back and forth. “I’ve seen no evidence it’s worth the misery it causes.”

I stretch against Jack, trying to shift some of the strange fullness inside me. “I’m not sure you’ve had any good examples.”

The snorted laugh is mirthless, but he doesn’t disagree. “Are you ready yet?”

“Probably.”

His mouth presses tight in a frown.

“I’m not trying to trick you.” I promise. “That’s your bag. But I’m a little full right now, thanks to you, and I don’t know if anything else is going to fit.”

The dark chuckle that meets me in response to that sends an unwanted sliver of lust through me. I like making him laugh…. I’d like making him cry more.

“I suppose it’s had enough time to marinate.”

I don’t know what that means until he snaps, and I shudder at the sudden loss. “Okay, I don’t like that.”

“Don’t worry about your itty bitty godling, baby girl. Jack has it all wrapped up in a neat little hard shell. I can’t do anything to it.”

Not what I was worried about, but good to know.

He flips me over onto my stomach and I don’t argue, because Jack’s right there, his cock in my face, perfectly placed for my tongue.

I don’t think Minoka would enjoy that he’s been relegated to little more than a toy, but when my tongue gets the sugary hit from Jack’s skin, I stop thinking about whose fingers have pressed into my pussy, whose mouth is pressing hard kisses up the back of my legs.

But then, too-large fingers spread my cheeks, and press—

“Uh. Carrots.”

Minoka freezes behind me, fingertips still pressed firmly to my ass.

At least I know the word works with him too. “I did not agree to that.”

He laughs, husky and low. “Then let’s renegotiate.”

“No.” I don’t care what kind of lube exists in the old gods’ realm, I don’t trust him to not hurt me… even if he doesn’t mean to.

“Fine.” Blowing an irritated breath out his flared nostrils, he looks at Jack. “You fuck her ass, while I fill her cunt.”

Jack lifts me up until he can press his forehead against mine. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

I chuckle just so I can catch my breath. “It’s probably about time.”

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