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Cedar trees rose on both sides.

Gabby lifted her head and looked out the rain-streaked window. “We’re. . .back at the shrine?”

“We are.”

Soon, the car stopped at the foot of the stone path.

The chauffeur cut the engine, stepped out into the light rain, and opened the rear door without a word.

“Why are we here?”

“You’ll see, little witch.”

Chapter seven

Visions

Gabby

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The chauffeur held this massive umbrella. It was a black satin dome against the rain, but it was Yoichi’s large muscular arms that ended up being my true shelter. Fast, those arms slid under my knees and back.

So fluid.

So fucking smooth.

He lifted me from the car and the weight of me vanished against the solid warmth of his chest. And the shape of me just fit against the chiseled layers of him too.

Next his scent hit me. Up close, out here in the wet night, it was a hundred times stronger than it had been in that hotel room or even the car. Cedar. Rain on moss. Cold stone. Ancient smoke. It rushed up my nose and slid down the back of my throat like a slow sip of expensive wine.

My whole body clenched.

Deep.

Low.

Right in the center of my pussy.

Oh, God.

Warm wetness gathered between my thighs. I’d leaked so much out that it was fucking embarrassing. I would have to take a shower soon.

Yet, Yoichi lifted his nose into the air and groaned. “Mmmm.”

I pressed my legs together, and I swore that only made it worse.

Yoichi's nostrils flared as he tightened his fingers on my thighs.

Now outside, the chauffeur held the umbrella over us, and kept Yoichi’s pace.

The rain had thinned to a mist. It hung in the air between the cedar trees and shimmered in the moonlight.

I lifted my head from his chest. "You’re connected to this shrine?"

“Like all kitsune, I was made by Inari.” Yoichi’s voice rumbled against my skin. “For my first hundred years, I carried human prayers from this altar to the god. I only had one form then.”

The black heart on my chest pulsed once.