Page 52 of Curses & Kitsune

“O-oh, god,” Jinta moans, hips lurching forward. “That’s it. Always make me feel so good, baby.”

My chest tightens, and my eyes winch shut. My throat thickens, and I have to pull off. I kiss the head of his cock, swiping my tongue over his slit to taste his precum, then kiss my way down his length until my face is hidden in his thigh. Throat clicking as I swallow, I wrap my arms around his waist and hold him tight.

Fuck. I can’t do this. How am I supposed to let him go?

“Baby?” Jinta strokes my hair. “If you need to stop—”

“No,” I croak. I won’t leave him wanting. “Let’s go to bed.” I don’t want him standing.

“Okay…”

I lead him to the bedroom, his hand in mine, and tug. Jinta falls down atop me, his mouth meeting mine in a kiss that steals the breath from my body. I lose myself in his soft lips, surrender to the hungry flick of his tongue when it strokes mine. I want to love him, body and soul, to tell him everything I can’t say in words. If this is all I can give him, then it has to be as good as I can make it for him.

After I roll him over, I shuffle back between his knees and lift his legs up over my shoulders. I can’t get over how sexy he looks, cock hard against his stomach, balls hugging the base of his shaft, pretty pink hole clenching under my hungry eyes. I need him, and I’ll never stop.

Jinta arches beneath me with a hoarse cry as I lick his hole, then press the tip inside. His tight pucker softens with every slick glide of my tongue over his skin, and all the while, I stroke his cock. His fingernails scrape my scalp, and I groan in pain and pleasure as Jinta tugs on my hair—hard. His legs shift restlessly on my shoulders as he keens and thrashes.

When I sink my fingers inside his tight, hot body, Jinta’s whole body stiffens. “Fuuuck,” he whispers. “I’m so close. Make me cum. Please.”

There isn’t anything I wouldn’t give him, except my heart. I don’t have one to give, but if I did, he would’ve had it the moment we locked eyes across that packed dance floor and my wolf howled within my soul. I swallow his cock to the root and crook my fingers over his prostate. Jinta’s hole spasms around my fingers, cock flexing as he floods my mouth. Every muscle in his body seizes up, head thrown back as he shouts his release. I savor every second of it, swallowing his cum.

Finally, he relaxes around my fingers and sinks into the bed, fingers grasping at the sheets. Dark eyes hazy with bliss find mine. “Come here,” he whispers. I shouldn’t, but I’m like the moon gravitating toward his sun. I can’t stay away. I’m always pulled back to him time and again.

He pulls me down into a kiss, hands fumbling down my body. When he grasps my cock and strokes in the way only he knows how to please me, I break apart. His lips swallow my every pitiful sound as he strokes me. I’m beyond words. All I can do is fuck his fist, mouth falling open in a silent howl as I cum hard. My ears ring, and my eyes water as my body jerks again and again into the hot cradle of his hands.

Jinta kisses me through it, moaning with me as he brings me over the brink like his pleasure is mine.

My arms shaking, I reach out and haul him against me. I never want to let go. I have to. But not now. Not tonight. Just give me one more night with him, and then I’ll let him go. I promise. It’ll kill me, but I’ve got to. I won’t be the eclipse that takes away his light.

As Jinta falls asleep in my arms, I stroke his hair and finally let a tear fall down my cheek.

Pressing my lips to his forehead, I whisper, “I’m sorry for everything.”

Chapter 19

When I wake, my bladder is close to bursting. Beyond the curtains, the barest light of dawn kisses the horizon, gently illuminating the room. Raiden sleeps beside me, face tucked into his pillow, hair askew. Quietly, I untangle myself from the bed and go into the bathroom. Once my business is concluded, I wash my hands. My face flushes hot when I glance at the tub.

Raiden was so attentive last night. He’s always so focused on my pleasure, but last night felt… different. Like he was savoring me, worshipping me. There was this intensity and devotion coming off him in waves. It was amazing, and yet, something felt off about it. It almost felt like he was there, but not. With me physically, but his mind was miles away.

Worry makes my stomach churn. His meeting with his mother really messed him up. I'm unsure of how to help him except to give him space and time. I leave the bathroom, my bare feet whispering over the carpet. Raiden’s phone screen lights up, vibrating quietly. It’s a message from Ren.

Is she okay? Raiden seemed worried about her earlier. I should check just to make sure. I tap in his code, which is the year of my birthday, and open her message.

Ren: sorry I didn’t get back to you earlier. I’m fine. I don’t think I’m being followed anymore, but I’m still going to play it safe.

No matter what happens to me or anyone else, do not accept Takada’s offer. Keep looking for a cure and don’t stop until you’ve exhausted all options.

Nothing he promises is worth being his slave for the rest of your life. Call me later. Stay safe.

Ice falls into my stomach. I reread her message about Takada again and again. What the hell is she talking about? Raiden never told me about a deal with Takada. Though, I was surprised when his pack and Raiden’s fought side by side, I’d been too distracted to think much of it. Nausea roils through my stomach as I sit on the edge of the bed, fingers trembling around the phone.

Takada wouldn’t do something for nothing, and I know exactly who he covets even more than the Taito Ward. I glance at Raiden bundled beneath the blankets behind me and have to fight the urge to wake him up and demand answers.

Terror rises inside me, constricting my chest. Raiden wouldn’t accept whatever foul deal Takada has offered him, would he? But if it was to save me, to save his pack… I force myself to swallow the sour taste in my throat. I need to know what Takada offered him before I jump to conclusions.

Raiden wouldn’t choose Takada over me. Right? I wrap my arms around myself and squeeze, urging myself to breathe as old wounds slowly reopen. Raiden isn’t Takahiro. He wouldn’t betray me like my ex-boyfriend did. He wouldn’t sacrifice himself and leave me behind. I know this, so why is it so hard to trust that he’d choose me?

I need something to preoccupy myself, so at 7 A.M., I leave our room and go to the café across the street. I order a coffee for Raiden, a matcha with soy for myself, and a couple of pastries. We’ve got to get a move on and find Raiden’s father soon, so we won’t have time for a big breakfast.

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