Page 12 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

He brushes his fingers across my wet, swollen pussy.

“Still so needy,” his laugh is soft against my skin. “How many times do you think you’ll come before you’ve had enough?”

I stretch against him, my hips searching for his hand, trying to take what he’s teasing. “I’m never going to get enough of your mouth, Jack. Or your fingers or cock….”

He tweaks one of my nipples. “Good answer.”

But he doesn’t give me his cock. He plucks a chocolate egg from the basket and brings it to my lips, drawing it over them before he lets me bite it.

“I’ve longed for you, Lily.” Leaning down, he licks the chocolate from my lips. “My kind was not made for waiting with no guarantees.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t come back?”

He hesitates, and I hate it.

“I will not lie to you, my love. I had my moments of doubts. Whispers are as cruel here as they are in your realm.”

I’m not too warm anymore, but I’m breathing too hard to enjoy it.

Except… I watch the fluttering petal fall from the canopy of flowers as my skin starts to prickle all over again.

Jack’s nose brushes over my abdomen. “You’re back sooner than I expected.” His hand splays over my stomach, as if gauging. “Not that I’m disappointed to have either of you back.”

His lips twitch in a smile and then, his eyes hone in on my arm and it fades. “What happened?”

I sigh as I look at the angry red mark. “I met your other mother.”

No Devil to Bargain With

Jack pulls me from his bower and a shimmering black dress forms over my skin.

“Come with me.” Taking my hand, he leads me through a dozen gauzy veils.

My bare feet start to ache as the floor sends icy prickles through my skin, and then, I’m in a familiar grove.

It’s hot here too.

But I know that’s Juun’s effect on me, not Ester’s domain.

The goddess of spring would never suffer the feverish temperatures I feel.

Air wafts around me, gentle reminders that everything else is fine.

I’m the one that’s broken.

Ester lounges on her throne, a flower to her nose as she inhales, deeply.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve visited, my favourite son.”

The emphasis she puts on “son” makes me flinch and Jack’s hand is immediately at my back, soothing me, even as he draws me forward, his hand a hard cuff around my wrist.

“You need to stop this nonsense.”

Ester’s eyes open as she turns to me, her pale pink eyes tracing over the wound. “I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.”

I’m not sure what Jack says, but I imagine it’s whatever the old gods’ language uses in place of “bullshit.”

She shrugs a single shoulder. “It’s not my contract. A bargain is between the god and the mortal who makes it. You know that as well as I do.”

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