Page 48 of Winter Queen
Something makes me close my eyes and suddenly I can see myself. What? It’s me, lying on the bed, my hair dishevelled, the dress bunched up around my belly. I look down and see my cock-
I open my eyes and sit up with a flash, shaking my head widely to get that image out of my mind.
“What the fuck…” Frost mutters, looking at me strangely. “Is that what I look like?”
“What? My cock…” I stammer, not sure how to form coherent sentences. “You…”
“Heh?”
“I was in your head.”
“And I in yours.” He looks just as confused as I feel. “I need to shave.”
I start laughing hysterically. “That’s the first thing you think of? You’re so vain.”
He steps back, a frown ruining his perfect face. “What just happened? How did that happen? Why…?”
I shake my head, sitting up and readjusting my dress until I’m slightly less exposed. Down below, at least, nothing I can do about my boobs hanging out.
“I have no idea. That was strange. The whole thing. How long did it take? Like, a minute for both of us to come? I mean, I love you and want you, but that was fast, out of nowhere…”
I stop speaking. There’s nothing more to be said. He knows exactly what happened. He felt it too. Hell, he saw through my eyes just like I saw through his.
“Has this ever happened with any of the others?” he asks.
I smile grimly. “Don’t you think I would have told you?”
“Yeah, you’re right. Is it the bond? You’ve said it’s become more intense, and Crispin heard your thoughts earlier… but it’s changing fast.”
“Maybe. It’s been getting stronger slowly, very slowly, but suddenly this is all happening so quick. Maybe it’s because you’re leaving? Maybe it knows that?”
“Are we talking about the bond as if it’s sentient?” he asks, but I just shrug. Maybe we are. It’s a weird thing, that bond. Especially because it isn’t just one. The first bond was formed when they took some of my magic into themselves, back during my first flare. Then the second we formed on purpose with a ritual. Maybe they’re combining into something stronger?
I get up from the bed and take off the ruined dress. With my back to him, I ask, “Do you think it will happen again?”
“Having sex with you? I sure hope so.”
I laugh. “You know what I mean.”
“It would be strange for it to be a one-off,” he says, more serious this time. “But I hope it won’t all be this rushed next time.”
“Yeah, me too,” I mutter as I step into a new dress, this one a lot less extravagant this time. No more frilly stuff. It’s sleek, simple, and Tamara is going to tell me off for wearing it. “Can you zip me up?”
Frost steps behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, not at all doing what I asked him to. He nuzzles my neck with his lips, his hot breath doing things to my stomach that I want to feel a lot more of. How insatiable am I today? I need to meet some Gods in a few minutes and here I am, turning into a needy, hormonal woman at the simple touch of a Guardian.
My Guardian.
“Stop it,” I whisper half-heartedly, the responsible Princess in my fighting for dominance. I ignore her. She can come out when I’m talking to the Gods, not now.
Rather than zipping up the dress, Frost pushes it down my shoulders until I’m half-naked again. I don’t protest. Nope. I can always blame him if I’m late for the party.
His lips draw a line on my neck, slowly moving towards my right shoulder. He’s mixing his kisses with tiny bites, each of them sending lightning bolts straight into my core. He shouldn’t be allowed to do stuff like that. It makes me all weak and moany.
I can feel him hard against my back; he doesn’t seem to have put his trousers back on. I’m sure we still have time for another quick-
I’m back in his head, looking at the smooth skin in front of me. I run a finger over her collarbone, admiring how perfectly it curves. She’s so beautiful, so stunning. I want to keep her here with me, never let her go. My brothers can join us, but nobody else. Just the five of us, locked into this room. Let the world go to-
I gasp, back in my own body. The dress slips down my body as Frost steps back. I immediately miss his touch. My cheeks heat at the thought of what I just saw. Of what he was thinking. I never knew he was this possessive.
