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)
“It’s just a memory., I say with a sad shake of my head. “But I figured you would be most comfortable if you felt like you were at your home.”
A tear runs down her face. “I haven’t been back here since—”
“I know.” I smile and tuck her hair over her shoulder. “I may not be as powerful without my eye, but I can, at the very least, give you a vision of your home while I show you why you’ve always been mine.”
“Modern times have changed you.” She actually laughs. “You know how to seduce way better.”
“Was I horrible before?”
“You yelled at me.” She points out. “And told me that a dumb fox shouldn’t be so close to the town border, then yelled the next day that I was too close to the water as if I can’t swim.”
“I saved you from drowning.”
“Swimming,” she corrects and flips me onto my back.
The feeling is so familiar, being in her forest, flirting with her, wanting to take her, kiss her, then take her again.
Nothing is stopping me now.
Maybe losing my eye was all worth it—for this trade.
For my own little Kitsune.
“I’m trapped now.” I smile up at her. “What will you do with me?”
“Ah, I trapped my own god, lucky me.” She points a finger at me. “Still angry.”
“Still allowed,” I answer.
She rests her chin on my chest. “I missed the smell of the sky.”
“I missed the darkness of your forest.”
Her eyes brighten, flashing orange. She’s beautiful. She seems free now, her smile wide and innocent.
I lean in to kiss her again, but she pulls back and jumps to her feet. Her eyes are teasing, sly. She shoves her shorts to the ground kicking them away before peeling off the rest of her clothes and facing me.
She’s perfect.
Her stomach is silky and curved, her hips are made for my hands, and every inch of her reminds me of how soft her skin has always been.
“Come here,” I command.
“I will.” Her eyes are nervous before she puts her hands over her head and does a small twirl. “But first, you get your dance.”
My jaw hangs open. I don’t want to tell her she can’t do a fox mating dance without tails, but apparently, it doesn’t matter because the minute she starts moving her hips back and forth, my mouth goes dry.
Her eyes close, and she runs her hands down her body while I slowly make my way over to where she’s dancing.
I grip her by one of her wrists and spin her face forward against the closest tree and pin her there. “Mine.”
She arches her back against me, I protect her with my body. The feel of the sky watching this only pushes me past the edge of control. She lets out a soft cry when I flip her back around and meet her mouth with a possessive kiss. I can almost imagine her tails, soft against my legs, my cheek, only to disappear and reveal herself to me as if saying take me, I’m yours, I’m terrified, but let me reveal myself to you, without the guise of magic, without anything but myself.
Bare.
Just like she is now.
Foxes never allow their tails, their shields of magic, to leave their bodies until they let someone in. And even though she no longer has tails to move. I feel it mentally, spiritually. She’s open to me.
Mine.
Her tongue is hot and wet, aggressively massaging mine in a way that feels like an urgent caress I can’t wait to answer. I grab one of her legs and wrap it around me like she’s a dancer and I’m her pole. I groan as the heat between her open legs rubs a moist path along my hip until she is snugged against my waist. My cock twitches, desperately wanting more, needing it in a way that feels so holy I have a hard time breathing. I realize I’m afraid… this moment terrifies me. I don’t want to scare her, but I wonder if I maybe need her more than she needs me. I’ve needed this for thousands of years, looked forward to it, and she seems so open I don’t want to let her down. I’m afraid. I’m so afraid that I’m going to be too much for her, that something bad might happen afterward. What if sleeping with a god is her demise? She doesn’t even have her tails anymore.
I sigh against her mouth.
She shoves my chest. “Take me, stupid god.”
“Okay, dumb fox.” I laugh. I have no other choice but to give in to this beautiful woman, this human, fox without her tails, this person who I’ve known across lifetimes, one I abandoned without realizing the ramifications.
Her smile’s sad as she reaches for me, her fingers twist into my hair, wrapping it around her fingertips. “You’re so easy to love.”