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)
“I’m not.”
She twists harder and pulls my face into hers. Our lips collide. “You are. You’re easy to love because you are good.”
“Because I’m light?”
“Because you protected a stupid fox after she saved you and because when she was the most lonely in the world—you asked her what she saw.”
Tears burn the back of my eyes. “And what did you see?”
“Stars. So many stars. You pointed to the sky and said that my parents were shining, and then my own darkness just felt less. I felt less, in the best way, because you were my light.”
“I never deserved to be that.” I choke out. “I wanted you. I was selfish.”
“Then take me, selfish god of the sky.” She releases my hair suddenly and spreads her arms wide, laying on her back. “Take me the way I wanted you to, under the stars. Let them hear me scream for you.”
I love her bravery. I lean over and whisper, “Are you sure you want that, little fox?”
“Are you sure you can take me?”
We’re both panting. She’s pressed so hard against me I can feel every heated part of her waiting for me to make a choice I can’t unmake. Seduce the fox and live. Walk away and be miserable.
“You were made for this.” I take her mouth, capturing her lips in a punishing kiss, her hands are suddenly back at my hair, pulling it like it’s hers, not mine, and I realize she has a fixation with it.
Because to her, my hair is fur.
And with foxes, you groom their fur when you mate. So as she twists her hands into my hair, tugging it and wrapping it around her fingers, meeting my lips with each painful tug. I realize it was always supposed to be like this. With each punishing kiss from her mouth, each slick of her tongue down my neck. It was supposed to be painful. Joining with her, knowing she owns me as much as I own her. Knowing our pasts. Aligning our futures.
We will not be able to undo this.
I would never want to.
I almost collapse against her when she shoves her legs against the tree and pulls me back, flipping me midair onto the ground.
I laugh. “Playful.”
“For being such an old god, you have good reflexes.”
I shove her against the ground, rising up over her. My body flexes and stretches over her. I could enter her. I could end this so easily; I could make her mine, instead, I just watch.
Is that not the purpose of stars? Gods? Angels?
I smile down at her. “How pretty.”
“What?”
“Your face,” I whisper seconds later. “Before,” I inch forward between her thighs. “I make you mine before I truly watch.”
“Me?”
“Oh yes.” I press my body down onto hers and thrust between her thighs. Kit’s eyes widen, her hands fall back from my hair, then grip my shoulders. “And now I truly watch Heaven. The crown of creation.” My lips meet hers. “My mate.”
She gasps beneath me, her eyes roll back into her head only to come back full of bright white stars that erupt around us.
I see constellations.
Her.
Us.
She grasps me close. My hips take on a different rhythm, the rhythm of the heavens, as I slowly show her what I feel, what I felt then, what I feel now.
Her little gasps against my mouth make it worth it. “I see everything.”
“I see you.”
“The stars.” She nibbles my lower lips and moans. “It feels so good, having all of you, and yet knowing the sky watches.”
“It sees everything.”
“And yet, all I see is you,” she responds as he rakes her nails down my arms and pulls me closer.
I’m deep into the cosmos, into her, my body taking over, and my soul is finally silent.
It’s home.
She pulls me close, tight, almost too tight; deeper and deeper, we fall and explore until I don’t know how to stop the collision of our bodies.
And like a supernova.
We explode together.
And I swear in that moment, with her body pulsing beneath me and all around me, I see the stars I used to create, I feel them.
I just wish I knew if it was a good omen.
Or if we just damned ourselves again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
人生において 最も大切な時 それはいつでも いまです
Jinsei ni oite mottomo taisetsu na toki sore wa itsu demo ima desu
The most important time in life is always the present.
~ Mitsuo Aida, Japanese poet and calligrapher
Kit
I didn’t expect this. I had no clue it would feel this good, that he would feel this good, or that it would be this right.
My tongue tastes of the sky, and I have no way to describe it other than it’s something so sweet, like tasting chocolate before it goes bitter, then feeling it sink into you, motionless as you rest in its flavor.
He’s Horus… I shouldn’t be surprised. But he’s also a god, and I realize I’ve mostly forgotten this as I lay naked against his chest.