Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Horus.” She presses me down onto the forest floor, soft with a cushion of pine needles, and crawls on top of me, straddling me on both sides. “Will you make me yours?”
It’s asked so innocently I can’t help but smile. “You’re already mine.”
“I mean…” She eyes me up and down. “…the real way, so I’m yours forever.”
“Is this not real enough for you?” I ask. “Besides, you did just get your final tail; you have many things to explore.”
“Stop always doing the right thing,” she whines. “Just make me yours the way I know you want to.”
I feel my eyes burn bright. “How can you tell?”
“I see the stars…” She presses a kiss to my forehead. “They’re reflected in your eyes unless that’s just a rumor.”
I kiss her back. “You’re young, Kitsune.”
“Then wait for me.”
I nod. “I’ll wait for you, and I’ll come back for you.”
She rests her head on my chest. “Then you’ll make me yours in every way?”
“Yes.” I vow it to her, but I refrain from saying a promise I’m not sure I can or should keep.
A god should never fall for a fox.
The temptation is too great.
But I fell that day in the forest.
Never once thinking about the power others sought, and only of the girl that held it in her soul.
Kit shoves me, bringing me back to the present. “Stop thinking.”
“What am I thinking of?”
“That day.” She clenches her teeth. “You were right. I was young and stupid to even think you would wait for me; the great and mighty Horus returned to his sky and left his little fox to die, sounds like a children’s rhyme.”
“I would definitely not read that to my children.”
“Get away.” Tears fill her eyes. “Please.”
“I think…” I lower my head. “I’ll stay.”
“Don’t mean it.” Her lower lip trembles.
“I wasn’t there then, but I’m here now, and I’m not returning to the sky or choosing anyone but you.”
“All gods lie.”
“Gods are incapable of lying unless their souls are black.” I point out. “So no, I’m not lying.”
She squeezes her eyes shut. “What? Now you’re just going to make me yours, and we’ll forget all the memories of the forest and the—”
I swallow her next words.
Her small gasp is more like a meow, which makes it impossible for me not to smile against her mouth. “Once a fox, always a fox.”
I drag my hands down her sides brushing against her soft skin, lifting her shirt higher and higher until her hand touches mine, stopping me. “Are you, a god, breaking the rules and seducing a fox?”
“I don’t see a fox; I see a beautiful woman. Besides, it’s not like I have a lot of goodness left in me.”
“I’m still insulted,” she whispers, her eyes greedily staring at my mouth.
I rub my thumb across her lower lip. “Is that why you’re purring?”
“I do not—”
“You do.” I correct her and press my hand to her chest. “I can feel it.”
She knows I’m right, she knows I can feel her body’s response as well as hear it, and I love that she has no way of denying it.
I duck my head against her neck and run my nose up and down her sensitive skin, then kiss the outside of her ear. The purring intensifies, a rumble in her chest she can’t stop.
The louder she gets, the more control of whatever fragments I still barely cling to disappear.
I grab her by the waist and pull her fully onto the bed. Her small hands cup my face as I keep kissing down her neck. I had forgotten how good her skin tastes, like the very rich forest she used to live in, fresh like rain in the morning, the woods outside, and then sweet like a warm summer night.
My tongue slides across her collarbone. Her body jumps beneath me, and her hands move to my shoulders like she needs to anchor herself against me.
I rise up above her. “Did you mean it?”
“Wh-what?”
“That you want to be mine?”
Her eyes dart back and forth in uncertainty before she slowly nods her head. “I’m still angry. But I never stopped wanting you—”
I silence her with a kiss. “Good, be angry as much as you want, we have lifetimes left for your anger, but tonight can you just be mine?”
Her hands reach for my black shirt, and she tugs it over my head. Our foreheads almost collide when I grab her T-shirt and do the same.
I may be limited, but I can at least do one thing for her right now, and it’s not give her myself—it’s to give her what she wants, the moment she wants it.
I wave my right hand across her face, knowing it might be the last godlike thing I do in this lifetime, giving her back her home.
Her eyes widen. “My forest!”
“Our forest.” I smile.
“How did you—”