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I leaned forward and sank my teeth gently into her neck. She let out a little moan of pleasure that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. “In a good way, of course,” I said, slightly breathless as I released her. “Fuck, but you taste good.”
I eyed her admiringly, imagining all the places I planned to taste.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she ordered, squirming a little.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re about to... you know. Devour me.”
“Don’t you want to be devoured?”
She couldn’t hide a guilty smile. I growled.
Her eyes widened. “I’ve missed that sound.”
“What?”
“Your growl. So bestial. So...”
“Charming?” I supplied.
She rolled her eyes again. “I suppose...”
I leaned forward and spun her all the way around to face me, then grasped her legs and rose from the bench, lifting her up into my arms.
She threw her arms around my neck but still complained, “Put me down.”
I grinned as her grip on my neck tightened. “I’m not going to drop you.”
“I know that, but...” She looked around. “Where are you taking me?”
I nodded. “To that cottage over there. With any luck, it’ll have a bed.”
Or a table.
A floor. A wall, even. We could make do.
“Cottage?”
She looked in the direction I was carrying her. Sure enough, a little thatched-roof cottage stood a short distance away in a clearing.
The little hut’s walls were covered with pale green ivy. Square glass windows in a diamond-shaped lattice pattern caught the light of the setting sun in a playful dance of fractured rainbows. A cobblestone path led to the front door, winding through a colorful garden of wildflowers that filled the air with their sweet, earthy perfume.
Behind the house, chirping birds flew between the trees over a babbling brook that flowed softly under a little red stone bridge.
“Where did that come from?” Morgan demanded.
She wriggled in my arms, and I reluctantly set her down on the grass. Immediately, her hands went to her hips and she stood surveying the cottage with a stubborn set to her lips I was all too familiar with.
“It was there all along,” I said.
“And you want to go inside? What if there’s... I don’t know...” She searched for words.
I smirked. “A wicked witch?”
“Well, it’s a dream, isn’t it? What makes you think everything will be safe and innocent?”
“We’re shaping this dream. Well, you are,” I clarified.
