A Heart's Reunion🌶️🌶️🌶️

‘January 1st, 2018’

‘Lumen’

Eve

“I need you,” I murmured to Raphael. And it had never been truer.

The mating lock had caused my entire body to be consumed with desire, a desire stronger than I’d ever felt before.

My mate was quick to answer me with action. He lifted me into his arms and, three steps later, threw me down onto his bed.

Then he was on top of me, his lips massaging mine, his hands pulling my shirt up and off.

I tried to run my hands through his hair, down his rippling shoulders, his strong arms, but I couldn’t. Because he’d restrained them over my head.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as his lips traveled down me, licking my mark, the one still burning red on my neck.

He scraped his teeth against it, over and over, and my body writhed underneath him.

My hips were moving in rhythm with his, and I could feel him rock hard against me.

I needed him—to feel him in my hands, in my sex, to have him as close to me as he could get—but every time I tried to move, he just held my hands tighter above me.

“Raphael...” I tried to order him, to force him to let me go, but he just looked at me.

“I’m in charge this time,” he growled and then his face dove lower.

He buried his lips in my cleavage, kissing and licking his way to my right breast.

“~Oh God~,” I moaned.

His tongue was flicking against my nipple, over and over, and I felt the wave of pleasure ripple more intensely.

He moved to my left breast, scraping his teeth up and down my nipple this time.

The feeling, the friction, was too much for me. It was like a stronger Season than I’d ever experienced, ~a mated Season~, I realized.

~Fuck.~

~If this is what sex with Raphael is going to feel like from here on out, why didn’t we mate sooner?~

He left my chest and started kissing down my stomach, past my ribs, until he reached the waistband of my jeans.

He looked up at me, his face resting on my hips, and then he came back up to my face. He kissed me for another second, but then he was reaching for something on his nightstand.

When he grabbed it, I saw it was a tie.

“What are you...” I asked, but before I could finish, he was wrapping it around my wrists and tying a knot.

“I told you. I’m in control this time,” he growled, planting another kiss on my lips before returning to my waistband.

He undid the button and zipped the zipper down, yanking the jeans off of me.

Then he was back, his tongue teasing me, slowly traveling over my lace underwear, making me wetter than a goddamn river.

“Fuck,” I moaned, his tongue flicking against me through the lace.

I thought I was going to explode. I couldn’t take it anymore, but he seemed to be enjoying the teasing too much to stop.

“~Raphael!~” I cried out.

That was all it took.

He tore my panties open, diving his mouth against me without pause. His tongue was working double-time, running in circles over my clit, again and again and again.

I cried out again.

~“FUCK!”~

That was when I felt his finger slip inside me.

It started moving, in and out, and his tongue kept swirling at the same time. I couldn’t take it. It was too much, way too much.

The fire burning inside me was threatening to overtake me, to consume me, and just as I was on the edge, ready to explode, he pulled his finger away and thrust himself into me.

I came as soon as that first thrust hit me.

For what felt like minutes, I was riding a wave of pleasure that got more intense with every passing heartbeat.

He was moving slowly, but it didn’t matter. I could feel every inch of him. Every cell.

We were connected, burning with desire as one, forever.

***

For the past three days, all we’d been doing was waiting.

Waiting for Snow to wake up. Waiting for the chance to talk to her, and to apologize.

So, in the meantime, all we could do was try to distract ourselves. Which meant, as new mates, that we’d done a whole lot of fucking.

We’d fucked in the bed, screwed on the floor, made love on the couch, and then returned to the bed for a combination of all three.

But now, for the first time in a long time, we were still. We were holding each other, hair matted to our faces with sweat that hadn’t dried yet.

~Knock knock.~

We both turned to look at the door.

Raphael threw the covers off himself and slid past me off the bed, pulling his jeans from the ground up and on. Then he opened the door.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I heard Kimbringe say from the hallway. “I thought you’d both like to know that Snow… she’s awake.”

I was jumping out of bed and throwing my clothes on faster than if the bed had been on fire.

I didn’t wait for Raphael to pull his shirt on. I ran out the door first, and he followed, and then we were running through the hallway and down the stairs.

We stopped outside the infirmary, glancing through the glass door.

Daisy saw us immediately and came over, motioning for us to come inside.

“She’s still in the back room. It might be best for Eve to go in first, so we don’t overwhelm her,” Daisy said softly.

I nodded. “How is she? Does she know what happened? Is she talking?”

I watched as Daisy took a deep breath, finding the right words to use. “Snow was captive for almost five hundred years.”

“I know, Daisy...”

“Listen. She was locked away, without anyone to talk to. She’s not functioning like a fourteen-year-old girl normally would, no.”

“Do we know… do we know why she’s fourteen? She’s been alive for almost five centuries.”

Daisy nodded. “That’s why I put her in a deep rest, Eve. She had a ton of magic coursing through her. Barron must’ve locked magic inside her when she was a baby, the kind of magic that stopped her aging. Because she was captive in the North Pole…”

“It was the only region that would hold the magic inside of her,” I finished.

Daisy nodded again. “It’s the only place where magic can’t be controlled, unless you’re a Deity. Deities have the ability to control magic there, which is why Barron probably picked it to keep his hostages. He held the magic inside her, so Snow didn’t age at all, not for many centuries.”

“So what changed?”

“How did she start to age?” Raphael asked, confused.

“I don’t know,” Daisy started. “But I think… I think she’s extremely strong. Extremely powerful. If I had to guess, I’d say she broke through the magic herself. She broke free of Barron’s power on her own fourteen years ago.”

“Fourteen years ago…” I trailed off, my eyes immediately finding Raphael’s. “That was the summer. The summer in Los Angeles.”

He nodded.

“That’s when we saw each other. When we became mates.”

Daisy smiled. “Snow’s very smart. She’s determined. And she’s a fighter.”

“Like her mom,” I heard Raphael say from beside me.

I nodded. “I’m ready to see her. Please.”

~After nearly five centuries. After all the waiting. It’s finally time.~

Daisy guided me to the back room. The door here was thick wood, not glass like the other one. I couldn’t see inside.

Daphne turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, and I walked inside.

There she was.

Snow.

My breath caught in my throat as I took her in. She was beautiful. Her blonde hair was long and looked like spun gold, and her skin was luminous, glowing.

She turned her head, looking right at me.

Before I could get a word out, a beam of light left her eyes and wrapped around me.

I couldn’t tell if it was real or if I was imagining it.

~Maybe I haven’t eaten enough today. Maybe I’m severely dehydrated.~

But then the light beam disappeared, and Snow’s eyes fell on mine.

“Mama?” she asked.

I stepped closer to her. “Yes,” I replied, nodding. “I’m your mama. You’re safe now, Snow. You’re here with me, and you’ll be with me forever. Nobody can hurt you now.”

As my words flew through the air between us, I could see her face slowly relax. Like she understood them.

“I’m so proud of you. You were strong, Snow. You were so strong. You took care of yourself. You’re the reason you’re free now. Do you understand? You rescued yourself.”

Snow lifted a finger to her heart, pointing at it.

I nodded. “Yes. You, you saved yourself.”

But then she turned the finger around, so it was pointing at me. At my heart.

“You,” she said softly. “Mama.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold the tears back, but then I opened them, not wanting to miss a moment.

“Yes, I brought you here. I helped you come back. Because you’re my baby, Snow. You’re my daughter. I never stopped fighting for you. Every minute, every day, all I wanted was to get you back. To hold you in my arms again.”

Snow nodded at me. Like she understood.

And then there was a knock on the door, and we both turned to see Raphael standing there, in the doorway.

“Can I… is it alright if I come in?” he asked, directing the question at me.

I nodded.

Before he could take another step inside, Snow shot the light beam at him, enveloping him the same way she’d done me.

When it disappeared a moment later, he shot me a quizzical glance. ~What was that?~

I shrugged then looked back to Snow. Her eyes were on Raphael still.

“Papa?” she asked him.

I could see the tears spring to his eyes. “Yes,” he said.

“We’re here, Snow,” I said, walking closer to her. “We’re here now, and we’re never going anywhere. You hear me? We’re here for eternity. With you.”

I slowly lifted a hand, bringing it to her shoulder. When she didn’t pull away, I wrapped both arms around her.

After a moment, I felt her arms around my back, hugging me.

It was bliss.

Pure, undeniable, everything-is-okay bliss.

But then it got better. Because Raphael was beside me, and his arms reached out, covering both of us. His girls.

The three of us held each other like that, hugging, feeling, for a long time.

At some point—it could’ve been minutes later; it could’ve been hours later—I lifted my head up and looked from Snow to Raphael.

Their eyes were closed, as they were still hugging, still feeling.

My gaze floated to the window, next to the hospital bed Snow had been on when I’d come into the room.

Outside I could see the courtyard, and I could make out Reyna and Anya playing Frisbee with two boys.

Reyna and Anya – the Morgan girls I’d protected. The Morgan girls who were descendants of my brother, Solomon.

The day I killed Killian’s parents, I vowed I’d do whatever I could to help the Knox bloodline survive. And here, with these girls, I’d been doing just that.

I squinted at the boys beside Reyna and Anya, and then I smiled. It was Jed and Killian.

The Morgan sisters, my ward, and Raphael’s Delta.

And just like that, I was filled with a swelling of hope.

I had my loves wrapped tightly in my arms, and everyone that needed protecting was within the grounds.

Solomon’s bloodline would be okay.

Snow would be okay.

Raphael and I, we would be okay.

Sure, there was a mess of dangerous power out there. I didn’t know what the future would bring.

But I did know one thing…

I’d gladly take on any asshole, human or Deity, that tried to screw with my family again.

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