Page 26 of Let It Snow (Eden’s Omegaverse #7)

It’s such a peculiar moment. I’m flustered and unsure how to respond.

Someone actually sees worth in me, sees value.

I know it’s not healthy to build myself on the validation of others, but I can’t deny the way my heart stirs and my pulse races.

Because Snow doesn’t see me as broken, damaged, or ruined by the mafia.

He sees me as a brave person, precious even. Maybe to him, that’s what I am?

His gaze holds mine, and I swear I can almost read his thoughts. This warm, golden stream of energy seems to flow from him, wrapping around me.

On impulse, I lift a hand, grab the back of his neck, and pull him closer. That’s just my way, I guess, I’m a little abrupt and feral in my advances. It helps me push through my shyness and nervousness.

Snow eagerly follows my energy. He leans in, and our lips melt together in a short but intense kiss.

The whole moment feels incredible. To anyone else it might look like nothing more than a quick kiss between people on a date, but to me it’s so much more.

It’s a flash of the life I’ve always wanted.

And I realize maybe Snow is right. Maybe normal life really is possible for us, waiting just around the corner?

"Can you make miracles?" I whisper breathlessly.

His lips are still on mine, skimming just the surface, leaving tiny traces of light.

"I can try, for you…" he replies, just as breathless.

Behind us comes an unpleasant grunt.

A family with kids walks by, and the father lets out that growly sound. We both straighten up like scolded teenagers.

But Snow just shrugs with a faint smirk and casually takes my hand again.

We keep walking through the tunnel, watching sea creatures drift past in their natural world. At the end there’s a wide, round space under a glass dome, a full underwater restaurant. Elegant, glowing, and surely expensive, but why not? You don’t get a first date like this every day.

"How about we grab something to eat?" Snow suggests, giving my fingers a small squeeze.

I nod eagerly. If there’s one thing that’s definitely improved since escaping the fortress, it’s my appetite. And here they’re serving some really tempting seafood.

Snow looks around and finds us a quiet table next to a large planter filled with shade-loving flowers.

We both study the menus for a while, then place our orders on the small touchscreen in the center of the table.

I go for seared scallops with basil and lime butter.

Snow orders a grilled swordfish steak with salsa verde and arugula salad.

The contrast between holding his hand and letting go of it is almost funny in how sharp it feels. When I touch him, the fog immediately lifts from my mind, memories come back clear and vibrant. The moment he lets go, everything blurs again, and the choking feeling in my throat is back in place.

That’s why, immediately after we place our orders, I reach across the table and clutch his hand. He threads his fingers through mine, holding on tightly. His palm is so much larger than mine; my own almost disappears inside his.

As I stare at our joined hands, I suddenly see a thin line of golden light flowing across Snow’s skin and into mine.

A shiver of pleasure runs through me, acute and sudden, like a miniature orgasm.

My spine tingles, my dick throbs, and a gasp slips out.

My hole even flutters with a faint, rhythmic pulse.

Fuck. That felt amazing. How did he just give me that?

I open my eyes to find him watching me, pupils wide, a faint smile curving his mouth.

"Sorry I didn’t ask first," he murmurs. "You just looked a little tense."

"What was that?"

He glances to the side, that subtle smile still lingering. He doesn’t answer, but I just know what it was.

"You can actually do that?" I whisper in amazement. "And what about the stronger version?" My voice trips over itself. "You know, the real thing."

"Yes," he says simply. "I can give it to you also."

My face burns hot, the temptation impossible to ignore.

"Can you do it? Right now?" The words spill out shamelessly. My lips parted, my eyes wide, I’m practically begging. I thought I wanted normal, but here I am asking for sparks of magic, craving more excitement.

Snow watches me closely.

"This is going to make a bit of a mess," he murmurs in a sensual tone.

I know exactly what he means, so I grab one of the napkins tucked beneath the silverware, glance around to see if anyone is watching, then quickly slip the spread-out napkin under my pants and underwear, covering my cock.

Yeah, I’m that crazy, but it turns me on so much. I need to find out what Snow can really do. I just have to test it.

I squeeze his hand again, almost urging him.

"Do it. Just do it."

I see his eyes widen slightly, glowing brighter, and across their light-violet surface thin golden currents ripple like spinning streams of energy.

Then a golden wave spills down his arm onto my hand, and my body arches backward in a bow of pure pleasure…

Oh, damn, wow!

A long moan escapes me, loud enough to draw the attention of people sitting a little distance away.

Even with the embarrassment, it’s so difficult to stop. Pleasure rips through me with a force I haven’t felt in years.

"Oh fuck!" I probably shouldn’t be swearing in a family restaurant. But it’s impossible to hold it in. The words tear out of me as my cock erupts and my hole pulses at the same time.

Good, so good, yeah…

It stays with me, circling through my system like an unhurriedly ebbing tide, but it has to end. And when it does, it leaves me flushed with shame.

I straighten quickly and clear my throat, aware of the angry stares from nearby tables. These people are here with kids, and I can’t really blame them for being irritated by a moaning omega in the middle of family dinners.

"Thanks," I mutter awkwardly, and Snow gives a small nod.

When no one is watching, I pull out the napkin now soaked with my bodily fluid, get up from the table, and toss it quickly into a nearby trash bin, thankfully with a lid, otherwise the smell would’ve spread around the room and left no doubt about what just happened.

Not that some people aren’t already suspicious.

I return to the table and sit down. Snow looks at me with that subtle amusement of his, mixed with a strange warmth, like every single interaction with me brings him genuine joy.

I know it on some level, I can sense what he feels about me, all that energy directed toward me, full of kindness, warmth, admiration, tenderness. It’s so sweet to bask in that kind of buzz.

So… new, and already addicting.

Still, I decide to steer our conversation toward more neutral ground, even though part of me would love to dig deeper into what just happened.

What do people do on dates? They talk, right? They get to know each other. But should we keep things light, or stick with what lies at the core of who we are? A date between two sorcerers has to include magic somehow, right?

"So what exactly are your abilities? I see you have… quite a few, and they’re different. I already know you can see the future, but not in the same way my brother Moon does, right?"

Snow toys with one of the napkins for a moment before answering.

"From what I heard from Ragnar, Moon has very specific visions. He sees people, their faces, exact events, conversations, even if they can sometimes be confusing or hard to interpret. For me it works differently. Even describing it is hard, it’s more like sensing energy coming your way, whether positive or negative, and learning to interpret how it’s taking shape, ‘reading’ its meaning.

At a higher level, it’s also the art of influencing it.

I’ve been studying and polishing my abilities my entire life, but I still haven’t mastered them all. I can’t control everything."

"You still can do a lot. From what I’ve seen, besides shaping the future, you can also manipulate light, create luminous forms, and even channel that energy—" I clear my throat, "—like you just did… but that’s still not all, right?"

Snow slowly nods.

"So what else?"

He stays silent for a while. In the meantime, a waiter arrives and sets down our food. We focus on that for a moment, but as we start eating, I’m not about to let it go.

I have to push a little further. I’m just freshly set on the idea that a date between two sorcerers should feel like it.

"Tell me what else you can do. I want to see at least a little something. Something simple."

Since he’s still quiet, I decide to go all in. I lean closer and slip a finger gently under his sleeve where his tattoos begin.

Snow lifts his gaze to me.

"Do these tattoos have something to do with your power? I noticed they vary in temperature."

He studies me carefully for a moment, then sighs, as if he doesn’t really like talking about it, which is interesting on its own.

"My light tattoos symbolize my power over light. I can call it or extinguish it anywhere I want."

He places his hand flat on the table, and in an instant every light in the restaurant goes out. The only illumination comes from the glass ceiling, where the ocean filters down a pale shimmer.

People around us cry out in alarm, but a second later the lights come back on, and I let out a sharp gasp of shock.

Everyone else probably thinks it’s just a brief power outage. Only I notice that the air conditioning never stops humming.

A small smile curves Snow’s lips.

He glances toward the planter filled with flowers, leans forward, and plucks a single leaf.

He holds it up for me to see, and in the blink of an eye frost crystals spread across its surface in a silvery sheen.

My mouth falls open in astonishment.

But it doesn’t end there. Snow’s eyes glow faintly again, and a moment later the leaf bursts into flames—before suddenly vanishing, gone as if it had never existed in his hand at all.

"Oh wow…" I grin, still staring at his hand in disbelief.