“Where’re you going?”
A smile stretched my lips slowly.
“Right here,” I muttered as well as I could because my face was pressed to his shirt.
Time’s Teeth, the way he’d grabbed me…
A sigh. “I thought you were leaving,” March said, and I’d figured that much. This, too, made my heart break and mend at the same time within the second.
“I’m not.”
His arms around me loosened a little so I could breathe freely. I sniffed in his scent, roses and rain and something so authenticallyhimI would recognize it among a million identical copies.
“Up long?”
My toes curled at the nuance of his voice. I’d never heard him speaking right after he woke up. It was incredibly sexy.
So much so that my stomach twisted and turned, and heat poured all over my body.
“A few seconds, probably. What time is it?” I wondered, because I was too busy raising my head to sniff his neck better.
A moan unlike any other I’d heard from him so far, and March pulled me closer, raised up his head a little to give me better access.
“Almost five,” he muttered. “You’re so warm and soft. So fucking soft…”
His hand slipped underneath my tunic and he touched my bare back. I sucked in a deep breath, squeezed my eyes shut as he caressed my shoulders.
Then he brought his hand on my waist, and my stomach. I bit his neck to keep from moaning, too. That’s all it took—his hand on my bare skin, and I was already shaking—when Ijust woke up.
He made it easy. Too easy when he tasted so damn delicious. His skin between my teeth was everything.
The growl that came out of him vibrated on the surface of my skin. A second later, March pushed me down on the bed, his hand still under my tunic, around my waist, and he leaned over me halfway.
“Don’t do that,” he breathed against my lips, but he didn’t even mean it. He liked it when I bit his neck as much as I did.
I grabbed his face, brought him closer until our lips met. My thigh was still pressed to the front of him, so I felt his hard erection instantly.
That wasfast.
Just as fast as that heat that had spread between my legs.
“Ora…” March whispered between my kisses—a warning.
“This is our last night in The Ever,” I reminded him again.
“It is.” He brought his forehead to mine. “Tomorrow we’ll be free of this place.”
I closed my eyes, tried to ignore the stabs at my heart. “Tomorrow we’ll be on our way back home.”
March was practically on top of me, so I felt it when his every muscle locked.
I said, “We’ll never see each other again,” hoping maybe it would sound less awful when it was out there in the world.
It didn’t.
“So that’s it? You just used me during the trials and now you plan to never see me again?” March raised his head, and there was a smile on his face, yes, but I knew him. I knew there was a part of him thatreallyasked that question, without joking. A part of him that…was missing.
His trust.
