And his wings.
And my body? Holy shit, it reacts the second I see him, instantly becoming hot and wet.
“Do you know him?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.
Circe is gone, just the bottle of booze and two glasses on the bar top.
It’s just me and my winged lover.
Maybe this is just my brain's way of keeping me sane. There’s so much complication with the Immortals. Maybe I’ve conjured up a lover that doesn’t require so much work?
I pick up the glasses in one hand and the bottle in the other, then slide off the stool.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” I say, pretending like everything is normal.
“You’ve had a hard few days.”
I snort. “That’s the fucking truth.”
“I thought maybe I’d come and see if I can make things a little better.”
My breath catches in my throat and before I can reply, he’s taken the glasses and bottle out of my hands an
d scooped me into his arms.
“You don’t need a drink.”
“I don’t?” I ask, feeling a little woozy. Gods, he smells so good.
“No,” his mouth hovers over mine, “but I do think I can help.”
I grip his biceps as he kisses me, warm and sweet with passion. My whole body lights on fire, just from the memory of how he made me feel the last time we were together. I whimper against his mouth, craving more.
I look around for a bed, but none have magically appeared. What the fuck, brain?
“This is your fantasy, sweetheart,” he says, reading my mind. He kisses me again, tongue sweeping lazily against mine. I can’t see his face, but I can touch it, feeling the sharp angles of his square jaw, the planes of his cheekbones. I run my hands down his shoulders, fingering the buttons on his shirt. I say a prayer of thanks that his body isn’t obscured the same way his face is.
Gods, he’s magnificent.
I bend, reaching for his belt, but his hand clasps over mine and pulls me back up.
“What are you doing?”
“Tonight is about you. You spent the last two days on your hands and knees, Hildi. It’s time someone provided a service for you.”
A shiver runs down my spine. It’s something about the way he says my name. It’s so familiar. So right.
For once in my life, I don’t argue. I don’t fight back when he picks me up off the ground and kisses me long and hard, making me forget about Victorine, the challenges, and even the monsters prowling beneath the floor.
I allow myself to sink into him, into my dream for once, forgetting the pain and anguish of the day.
It’s daylight when I wake—not the pitch dark of the prior two days. No one has called for me. At least, not yet. I stretch in my bed, feeling full in my belly and, frankly, a little raw between my legs.
My winged lover worked diligently last night, licking, sucking, rubbing, and thoroughly eating me out.
“You look happy this morning,” Elizabeth says from across the room.
“I had an amazing dream.” I shift to my elbow. “Ever have one of those dreams that when you wake up you can still sense? Like it really happened?”