Obsidian Fire (The Raven Queen's Harem 4) - Page 24
There’s not an ounce of empathy behind Clinton’s gray eyes when he replies, “We’ll have to kill her.”
Chapter Sixteen
Morgan
I’m not angry after leaving Christensen’s home, but I am tired. Exhausted really, and I know it’s more mental than anything else. Between the writing binge, the confirmation that I’m still tied up with the Morrigan, and everything else Christensen revealed, I’m spent.
Clinton is smart enough to give me some space, and the spidey-senses of the other Guardians must be on high alert because the house is quiet when I get home.
I don’t go to my room, instead I head straight to the pantry. We missed dinner and I’m starving. I don’t want food and hope Sue has a stash of sweets in the cabinets. I cackle in delight as I find the motherload: boxes of cookies and candy. I reach for a huge container of fudge and shove a piece in my mouth.
“Drowning your emotions with sugar?”
Bunny stands in the door, looking just as tired as I feel. I hold out the container and he takes three pieces of fudge, popping them into his mouth one after the other.
“I saw you fight last night. It’s the first time I’ve seen you like that.”
He holds up his limp arm. “Magic helps.”
“No. There was intuition and grace. The same skills you use on your paintings came out in your fighting.”
His copper hair has flopped in his eyes and I reach out and push it aside so I can see his face. “You disappeared after—where did you go?”
“Nowhere,” he says. “Here. I just didn’t want to be there anymore. Too many people, you know? It’s not my scene.”
I nod and pick up another piece of fudge. I take a bite and then offer him the other half. He reaches for it but I pull it back, gesturing that I’d like to give it to him myself. He opens his mouth and I pop the treat in, rubbing my finger along his bottom lip.
Bunny chews the sticky fudge and swallows. He stares at me so hard that I squirm. To my surprise he asks, “Can I kiss you?”
“Of course.”
I’ve been waiting weeks for him to do it again. A burst of fire ignites between us and I lick the sweet chocolate off his tongue.
“I’ve missed you,” I tell him, linking my arms around his neck. “Why have you been hiding from me?”
His hand squeezes my hip. “I’ve just been in a weird place.”
“You know I’m always here if you need something, right?”
“Yeah.” His eyes move from my mouth back up to my gaze. “Right now I really need some more of that fudge.”
I grab the box and then two more filled with other treats. “Come on. Let’s drown our worries together.”
*
With the remains of our gluttony surrounding us, Bunny and I snuggle on the couch. He reluctantly agreed to watch a cheesy movie with me and I’m full-out pretending the world isn’t falling apart around us right now. Total denial about the sickness, Anita, and my role in the preservation of this world. I have a strong suspicion Bunny is hiding from something too, and for once I just let it go.
It’s a quiet moment of peace for both of us. No expectations. No dramatic build up. I feel safe with him. Close. When I reach for him and press my lips against his pale throat, he doesn’t resist.
His fingers push into my hair and I move to my knees so I can kiss him better. A box of cookie crumbs falls to the floor and I laugh. He smiles and his copper-brown eyes hold mine. “Don’t you wish it was always this easy?”
“What? Life? Sex? Love?”
His head tilts at the word ‘love’ and his mouth crashes into mine. My stomach flip-flops at the soft strokes of his tongue. I reach for his pants, eager to touch him.
“Can I?” I ask, in the same way he asked me. It’s a weird moment—after months of feeling like the less experienced one—the virgin—with Bunny, I feel like I’m the one leading him. He’d told me before that he didn’t have confidence in this area—and then proceeded prove himself wrong in the most delicious way. I want to do the same for him.
He nods his approval, Adam’s apple bobbing in this throat. I slide between his legs and unbutton his pants, shifting them over his hips and to the floor. His erection is hard beneath the cotton of his shorts and all it takes is a slight touch to get it to rise in response. I smile at his reaction and his cheeks turn red. I rest my hand on his length.
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