Page 3 of Winter Goddess
"Oh yes, she wanted to know about the prison I was kept in. She was very gentle about it."
Somehow, I can't imagine Tamara being very gentle, but if he thinks so, that's good. Glad I have one thing less on my list. I'd waited until now to ask him questions about what happened to him. Storm gave me a full report after we returned to the Palace, and he got a good enough overview of the Morrigan's hideout.
I can't believe it's only been a week since we returned from there. So much has happened, and yet, not as much as there could have been. My personal life has changed, my whole being has, but the political situation hasn't. We've not heard anything from the Morrigan since we broke my father out of her dungeons. She's no longer in that place, and just in case she returns, we have spies monitoring the Gate.
Angus has stopped moving his troops, but they're close to the borders. It's as if everyone is holding their breath, waiting for the inevitable moment when the big battle begins. For now, I hope we can prolong this time of peace. Well, maybe not peace. The absence of outright war.
I say goodbye to my father and tell one of the guards at the door to call for the barber. Let's see if my dad will get the hint.
I return to my office, feeling a little better. As traumatised as my dad seemed when I got in to visit him, he did become more like his old self towards the end. That's progress and it gives me hope.
I close my office door behind me and lean against it, taking a deep breath. Back to being the Heiress.
"Tough day?"
I jump and ready my magic, before I notice that Frost is sitting on my chair, his legs propped up on the desk.
"What are you doing here?" I push my magic back, despite her struggling.
"Coming to see how you are." There's humour in his voice and I'm sure he's smiling. I wish I could see it.
"You look sad," he says softly and gets up from his chair.
"Not used to all the changes," I mutter and sink into his hug. "The eye thing is getting to me."
He hugs me tight. "We'll find a solution. Your mother can see normally, so I'm sure there's a way. Besides, why ever would you want to look at us? Crispin's the only pretty one."
I laugh. "Are you trying to make me say that you're all rather handsome looking?"
"Got me. Now, say it."
Instead, I kiss him. Luckily, my body is well acquainted with Frost’s and knows exactly where his lips are waiting for me. I don't need my vision for that.
He opens his lips and lets me in. I kiss him hard, possessively, showing him that he's mine and that I won't let him go. I almost lost him last week, and I'm not intending for this to ever happen again. Death isn't allowed to come between us. Not between me and Frost, and not between any of the other guys either. Dying isn't allowed.
Our tongues dance and he shifts his hands on my back, sliding them lower until they reach the waistband of my trousers. I'm refusing to wear dresses at the moment. It doesn't feel right to be wearing pretty clothes while half the country is readying for war. At least that's my excuse.
He slips a hand under the fabric and runs it over my naked skin.
"I want you," he mutters, breathing hard.
I don't bother replying. I'm sure he knows how much I want him from my hard nipples pressing against his chest, and my fumbling fingers on his belt. Why does he always need to wear a belt? It's making things difficult.
Then I remember that I'm a Goddess now and grin.
"Look what I can do," I whisper and tell my magic to intervene.
"I'm naked," Frost observes a second later. "You too."
"That was the point of it," I chuckle. "Look at the desk."
He turns around and laughs. "You're very efficient."
"Perks of the job." I've lifted all the things that were lying on the desk and deposited them in a corner of the room. I've never had sex on a table before, but it sounds like something that could be quite a lot of fun.
Without warning, Frost picks me up and carries me towards the desk. I wrap my legs around him, already feeling his erection hard against my arse. I don't think we have any need for foreplay today.
He sits me down on the table and bends down to kiss me again. His breath is hot against mine; his fresh seaweed scent caressing my senses. My Frost.
