But then Brock swept his free hand behind my head and pulled my mouth against his with an insistent passion I couldn’t refuse. I wouldn’t deny myself a quiet quickie with the man I was going to marry. I hadn’t misbehaved this long to stop now…
I was going to marry this man. Holy. Fuck.
I might not have said yes yet, but my heart already knew what my decision would be.
I moaned at the thought of sharing a life with him, and Brock growled, pinning wild amber eyes on me.
In five seconds flat he was out of every stitch of clothing and kneeling before me. I couldn’t help but ogle the alpha, and now that he was going to be all mineforever, I was allowed to, right? I trailed hungry eyes across every inch of him as he peeled my clothing off with a reverence that had my already-mushy heart melting.
When he spread my legs and positioned himself between them, I stilled in delicious anticipation. And when he trailed his lips from my mouth, to my neck … across my breasts, and finally, down my stomach … and further down, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to pleasure.
A lifetime of this? Sold. Sign me up.
3From one kitsune to another
“First things first,we must anchor your power to the land,” my father said over his cup of hot tea.
The motherfucker had banged on our door at five am.Five.
If he wasn’t my father, I’d have told him to stick it where the sun don’t shine.
My eyes were barely open as I peered at the man who’d given me my kitsune gift. “Say what?” I mumbled, chugging my coffee like it was liquid gold.
My father wheeled closer to me while his nursemaid, the witch, leaned casually against the porch railing. “A kitsune and the earth are one,” he said once he was next to me. “You must anchor your new powers to her so she can help you when it’s time to close the gate.”
I really wasn’t in the mood for lessons. “Father…” I tried the word and it felt weird. “Dad … listen, I’m pregnant and tired. Can this wait until I nap?”
The world had to be ending to get me up this early.
My dad shook his head. “No, it must be done with the sunrise. That’s when the earth takes her first breath.”
What. The. Fuck?
The nursemaid stepped forward. “When you bind your powers to the land, it will also protect you somewhat from the Akuma.”
My father nodded in agreement.
Brock cleared his throat. “Anything that protects Evie is good with me, but what land? Her gran’s land or mine?”
My father’s gaze sharpened. “Both. Evie is the heir to both pieces of land, but your father took his part when he made a deal with the underworlders.”
I gasped. “Dad!”
Brock frowned, shaking his head in denial. “No. We’re protectors of the gate. Like Evie.”
My father looked at Brock with regretful eyes. “That’s what your father told you…”
Oh shit. Hadn’t Gran’s note said something about not trusting Brock’s pack? Maybe she knew more than I realized. Maybe the land feud was more than I thought it was.
“No. He wouldn’t.” But as Brock stared out at the land, I knew he was thinking about how his dad had made a deal with the siren Calista, and how his brother had planned to follow through with the deal.
“He did,” my dad said. “But that’s okay, son. We’re going to put things right today.” My dad started to wheel his chair to the edge of the porch like he was going to leave.
“Wait, what? How?” Brock stood while I wondered how we were going to get my father’s wheelchair down the porch steps. Then the nursemaid threw some sparkly dust at the wheels and he and his wheelchair floated, like Cass did.
Cool.
The nurse floated my dad down the steps before returning him to the ground. Magic seriously rocked.
