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Chapters (63)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Map of the Willowhaven
  4. Map of Rosehill City
  5. Foreword
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  61. Epilogue
  62. Map of Rosehill City
  63. Also by Jenny Hickman

Ever’s erection nudges against my hip. Or… maybe I am wrong. I slide my hand under the sheet, finding the heat of his stiffness. When my fingers clasp around his rigid length, his breath hisses against my cheek.

“Is it too soon?” I whisper as he presses closer, the weight of his body falling over mine as he uses his knee to separate my thighs.

His rasped, “Never,” breaks as I guide him home.

I expected some soreness, but not the utter euphoria of his body once again moving inside mine. Unlike the frenzy of our first coming together, this time his hips work in slow tandem with mine, the ebb and flow of a pleasure-fueled tide. Rolling and rocking until our panting breaths grow labored. Stilted. Overcome with the sheer bliss of release. I’m entirely boneless by the time Ever drops to the mattress beside me, his face painted in shadows and satisfaction, no doubt the mirror of my own.

If this is what eternity with Ever looks like, I just might be the luckiest woman alive.

43

“Even the birds of the sky must eventually land.”

Author Unknown

Hunger yawns in my stomach, as deep and as wide as The Divide. “If I don’t get food soon, I’m going to turn into one of the beasts that roam these woods.” I curl my fingers into claws and do my best impression of Ever’s growl.

Ever swats my backside with a hearty laugh. The joyful sound warms me all the way to my toes. “Careful, Seelie. I eat beasts for breakfast.”

“Not if I devour you first.” I bite his shoulder the way he bit mine, earning myself a loud yelp.

Long fingers encircle my wrist, pinning my hands to the mattress above me. “There will be plenty of time for that later,” he murmurs, his nose dragging down the column of my throat to press a kiss at the hollow. “Stay here. I will return with sustenance, beastie.”

With that, Ever rolls off the bed, throws on his trousers, and ducks out the door, leaving me to my own devices. Although the fire has been stoked and a log was added at some point in the night, a chill persists in the air. This is going to take some getting used to.

Wrapping myself in sheets, I push off the bed to explore my new home.

Ever owns exactly three mugs, three plates, and three sets of cutlery. The bottom cupboard in his kitchen holds one pot and one small cast iron skillet. What I’m most interested in is the bow and quiver of arrows hanging beside the door.

Perhaps he’ll teach me how to shoot.

Not that I have it in me to kill anything, but it wouldn’t hurt to learn. Having distance between my prey and me might help as well. The last thing I want is for Ever to think I cannot take care of myself.