Page 25 of A City of Hearts and Feathers (The Order of Anubis #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

K ahil knew Zoe had a passionate soul and that she would make love with the same intensity. He had underestimated her, yet again. Zoe fucked like she'd never had good sex in her life and Kahil's dick was the antidote to everything that ailed her.

He fucking loved it. Wanted more. Needed to have her sweet cunt clenching him as profanities and his name whimpered out of her.

He couldn't get enough of her full body blushes as she was about to come, the way her dark eyes blew out, and how her honey skin glowed with sweat and pleasure. He did what he'd never done before and used his Sight to look at her ka . Tears filled his eyes at the glowing supernova that was her soul, and he finally knew what worship truly was.

It didn't matter that they hadn't known each other long. It felt like she was made for him. He loved her so damn much already. He swore to Anubis and all the dark gods of the Underworld that he would do anything to keep her soul burning so bright, as long as he had a chance to keep her by his side.

Kahil still had Zoe on her knees for him, watching mesmerized as his dick moved inside of her. She met his ferocious need and fierceness head on, took it, and gave it back to him. He cupped her pussy, fingers stroking where they were joined smearing the wetness over her clit. Zoe's whole body jolted with the contact, making him smile viciously. She was so responsive, so sensitive and eager.

He was going to ruin her for all others because he was never going to be able to let her go. He wanted to possess her, keep her for himself. He couldn't bear the thought of any other person seeing his Zoe so completely fucking undone and surrendering to another.

"Come for me, Zoe," he said, dragging his teeth down her shoulders. "Come for me before I fill you up."

"Kahil," she sobbed, and her body began to shake and grip him. Fucking maddeningly perfect. Kahil worked her with his dick and fingers all the way through her orgasm before he let his own release finally take him. Fire and lightning coursed through his veins, burning through his soul and skin. He was scorched by the time he stopped, barely conscious as he moved out of her and gathered her in his arms.

"Bloody hell," Zoe panted next to him, her English accent soft in wonder. Her face rested over his hammering heart, one arm thrown over his chest.

Kahil kissed the top of her head. "Catch your breath while you can, balim . I'm going to be inside you again as soon as my soul returns from the Duat."

Zoe laughed softly, her hands tracing over the Anubis tattooed on his arm. "He can keep you for a bit longer. My heart almost gave out just then."

"Your heart is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Kahil said. He put his long leg over her hips, pinning her, needing her closer.

"I'm trusting you to be careful with it. I don't think I could live through having it broken again," Zoe replied, her voice drowsy.

Kahil lifted her chin, his chest tightening when he saw the tears in her eyes. "I'll protect it and you for as long as you want me, Zoe. Never doubt it." He kissed a stray tear, the salty sweet taste of it sealing his words like a sacred vow. Zoe Kartal was his at last, and he was never going to let her go.

Kahil woke the following morning, brain drowsy and body heavy. He was on the floor of the bedroom, Zoe asleep in his arms, both of them wrapped in a tangle of sheets. He smiled at the ceiling, realizing they must have passed out during their last bout of love making. Dark gods, he felt good.

His drowsy moment was ruined with a deep growl of his stomach. He was starving in a way he hadn't been for centuries. Zoe didn't rouse as he carefully lifted her and placed her back onto the bed. He pulled on his gray pajama shorts, his gaze not leaving her.

Zoe's hair was a golden halo around her head. It was a mess that matched his own. His braid had unraveled somewhere in the early hours, and he would have to wash it in order to get all the knots out of it.

Damn, she was gorgeous. His dick started to stir, and he quickly looked away from her. She needed sleep, and his dick would just have to deal with it.

Kahil wandered out into the kitchen to cook something for breakfast. If he was hungry, Zoe would be too. He put on tea and was chopping up ingredients for a thrown together shakshuka when Kerem came up the stairs.

"What are you doing here?" Kahil asked, trying not to act guilty.

Kerem looked him over and frowned. "You haven't been answering your phone, and Arslan was worried about you both."

"We got in late. Zoe's still sleeping," Kahil said and turned on the stove.

"Not anymore," a sleepy voice replied. Kahil glanced up, and his dick wanted to misbehave again. Zoe was wearing his black shirt from the night before, and he wanted to kick Kerem out and get her on her back again. She must've known what he was thinking because her grin was nothing if not knowing.

"Sorry if I woke you, Zoe," Kerem said, looking awkwardly between them.

"It's okay. Get the tea on, will you, Kahil?" she replied and headed for the bathroom, a bundle of clothes under her arm.

As soon as the door closed, Kerem turned to Kahil with raised eyebrows. "Something you want to tell me, brother?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kahil replied, turning back to the stove.

Kerem sat down at the counter. "I'm not an idiot, and I can smell her all over you. What happened last night?"

"A maenad at Akamos's club spiked her wine. Don't give me that look of judgement either!" Kahil said, pointing the spatula at him. "I brought her home, dosed her with antidote, and didn't lay a finger on her until it was out of her system."

"I know you would never take advantage of anyone in that condition, brother. I'm just surprised she finds you attractive enough to want to do anything with you sober," Kerem teased.

"Just because I'm not your type, doesn't mean I'm not everyone else's," Kahil shot back. He risked a glance in his brother's direction. "I really like her, Kerem. I'm not being casual about it. I…"

Kerem held up a hand. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Zoe is a grown woman and no fool. If she's taken this step with you, it's because she likes you back."

"Really? That's it? I thought you would be more overprotective. You know, threaten me a bit for fun?"

Kerem's eyes flashed with a cold violence Kahil had only seen a few times over the centuries. "I don't need to tell you what I'll do to you if you hurt her. You're smart enough to know."

Kerem looked like a good natured, bookish lawyer but Kahil knew he was the Order's top interrogator for a reason.

"True, and I'm telling you right now, that you won't ever have to use your torture tools on me. I—" Kahil struggled to finish the sentence.

"You love her."

Kahil rubbed at his chest. "Is it weird after such a short time?"

"Not for people like us. We have lived so long, Kahil, seen and met so many people over the centuries. The special ones like Zoe, you recognize them because in a sea of faces, they shine," Kerem replied, his eyes turning soft.

Kahil nodded, thinking of her shining ka the night before, and was once again struck by the power of it. "She really does."