Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
We might even fall asleep. I know I doze for sure, but for how long? I have no idea. Time doesn’t seem to mean anything. All I know is that, at some point, my dick jumps with anticipation when Star leans her face into my neck. Her breathing is slow now, but I know she’s awake.
So I reposition her hips, making her suck in a long breath. “Ready for the grand finale?” I ask.
She hums her affirmative into my ear. “Mmmm. I’m so ready for you to fuck me.”
“Put me inside you, then.”
Star snickers a little, but lifts her body up enough to reach her hand between my legs. She fists my cock, pumping it a couple of times, and then places it against the wet and ready entrance. Then she slowly lowers herself down onto my dick. She’s still so wet from her earlier climax, that my cock slides into her tight pussy like a key fitting in to a lock.
Then she sits up, her hands flat on my chest and her long, dark hair hanging down, tickling my skin. Her hips begin to move slowly at first, but I’m not in the mood for slow. So I grab her tight around the waist and slide her back and forth across my lap as I thrust upward.
Her head falls back, her mouth open, allowing a moan to spill out, and then it’s just all too much. For both of us because we come at the same time.
Then we are spinning… floating up into the air. Only we’re no longer fucking, we’re standing upright.
“Holy shit,” Star laughs. “I totally forgot we were here to find our power!”
I laugh too. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that the universe understood the assignment, because we just about failed.”
We’re still in the same room—it’s round with lots of arches around the perimeter and there’s the dome at the top. But now it’s looks completely different. The stone walls are still there, inside the arches, but they’re kind of transparent now. You can see something on the other side.
“Paradise!” Star says, excitedly pointing to the arch in front of us. “That’s Paradise! That’s what I saw with Quaid!”
“But, there’s still remnants of bricks between us and it, Star. Look. We won’t be able to walk through.”
“Yeah. How do we—” But she stops, and when I look at her, I find her looking up. “Oh!” She points to the dome above our heads, which is no longer a black hole, but the night sky. “Look!”
“Holy shit,” I say. “It’s the Seven Sisters. The Pleiades!”
“My sisters!” Star exclaims. She looks at me as we slowly spin in mid-air. “Maybe I draw magic from them and that’s how we get past the bricks?”
And just as she says that, the stars above us begin to spin. Wildly. Like we’re looking at the Precession of Polaris—which makes a kind of star trail up in the sky in the form of a circle when you speed it up in a time lapse.
Only, we’re not looking at Polaris, we’re looking at Pleiades.
“Holy shit again!” Star says. And at the same time, there’s a grinding noise. We look down and find that the transparent walls inside the arches have all disappeared.
“That’s it!” Star says. “My power is to realign the night sky so that the Pleiades are the center of the universe! That’s what unlocks the doors to Paradise!”
22 - STAR
My last few words have barely left my mouth and I’m looking right at Declan, when I realize something is different about him. “Hey, what’s with your ears?”
“Huh?” He reaches up and touches the little feathers that have sprouted from his ears and sighs. “Oh. That.”
“That? You have wings on your ears, Declan. I’m gonna need an explanation.”
“It’s part of the whole messenger thing. Son of Hermes and all that.”
“Didn’t he have wings on his feet?”
“Yeah, well.” He points to himself. “Bastard son, remember? So I get the ears. I hate them, they’re stupid. It’s got a fairy vibe, don’t you think?”
I walk over to him, smiling. I like Declan. I like all three of my new men, but Declan has a sweet spot with me because he feels… I dunno. My age, or something. I’m pretty sure he’s probably the same age as Aric and Quaid—around there, at least. But he’s got a younger energy. More adventurous than Quaid and far, far less serious than Aric.
So I don’t like that he hates his ear wings and now I kinda feel responsible for his somber mood after all the fun we just had because I’m the one who brought them up. The wings on his ears are tiny. Like the size of my hand. Obviously, they are not literally meant for flying, but are more symbolic. A physical representation of his powers.