Savior (Starlight Book 4)

by D. N. Hoxa

  SAVIOR

  STARLIGHT, Book 4

  D.N. HOXA

  Table of Contents

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  Copyright © 2017 by D.N. Hoxa

  This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or other unauthorized use of the material or artwork herein is prohibited.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Also by D.N. Hoxa

  ———————————

  Morta Fox Trilogy

  Heartbeat

  Reclaimed

  Unchanged

  Chronicles of the Demon Hunter Trilogy

  A Soul's Worth

  Book Two (Coming Soon)

  Book Three (Coming Soon)

  1

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  Aaron’s laugh rang clearly in my ears. He obviously found my awestruck look funny. I didn’t care, though. My eyes were stuck on one thing only. How could they not be when it was so damn beautiful and so shiny? And…

  “So big, too,” I whispered as I caressed it with my eyes, inch by little inch.

  “Star, you’re staring. You know it’s rude to stare,” Aaron said, but I still didn’t mind. It just looked so strong. I slowly reached for it and touched it with the tips of my fingers.

  “Oh, God, it feels amazing…”

  “Don’t grab it like that,” Aaron complained, but I effectively ignored him. I had both my hands full of it.

  “You’re killing me, Star,” Aaron breathed, chuckling.

  “It’s so beautiful, I want to ride it all day long. I want to feel it under me, roaring to life, all night long…”

  Aaron burst into yet another laugh, and when I turned to look at him with a raised brow, he shook his head.

  “Are you sure you’re talking just about my bike?” he asked, grinning now.

  I folded my hands in front of my chest and leaned against the beauty behind me.

  “Just a bike, Aaron? Really? You call this just a bike?” I asked, patting his Kawasaki Ninja on its seat.

  “If I’d known you felt like this, I would’ve showed it to you long ago,” he said and stood from his bed to come to me. “I would’ve let you touch it, feel it, have it writhe under you for as long as you liked.”

  His whisper blew against my face as he put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him, hard. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one affected by the mood. He was as hard as I was throbbing in between my thighs.

  I grinned widely when he leaned in to kiss me, and I moved away before he could reach me. I pushed him back towards his bed until the back of his legs hit the frame, and he fell on his back again. Another look at the monster bike behind me and I got mesmerized all over again by its black beauty. I couldn’t believe Aaron kept it from me for so long. He said he had it for the past three years. In there, in his room, where I first entered that morning, right after we practiced shooting with all kinds of guns and I beat him—of course—and he whispered in my ear:

  “Babe, you’re literally my shooting star.”

  A girl can only take so many compliments before catching fire, right? And the words did ignite me more than they should have, but I had to get him alone. His room was closer than mine so to it we went. And that’s when I saw the beauty for the first time…

  “I believe a punishment is in order for your…sharing problems,” I said, and Aaron’s eyes widened as he rose on his elbows to better see me. His hard erection was clearly visible from his dark jeans, and I raised a brow at it, which only made Aaron grin that beautiful grin of his.

  “Punishment?” He then tried to stand up all the way and face me, but I stopped him. I got up on the bed and put him between my feet before I sat down, right on his hips. His hands grabbed my ass before I could blink and he pushed against me, but I put both my palms on his strong chest.

  “No,” I whispered, though when I felt him under me like that, it really was hard to not say fuck it and give in to the desire.

  Still, I held myself because I loved a good game too much. I checked the digital clock on his nightstand. Ten thirty. We had to be up in seven and a half hours. It’d been two days since the SKO conference, and we were doing our best to prepare for the meeting with Ned and the others in New York. Just five more days left, according to the letter he left in my hand, the one I gave to Everett Hapsburg.

  Still, five hours of sleep would be just fine, so I grinned.

  “Here are the rules,” I said and grabbed his white shirt before slowly pulling it off him. “You can look wherever you want to. You can speak, scream, moan and even laugh. The one thing you cannot do is move. Not your hands, not your hips, but you may kiss me back when I kiss you.”

  As he began to breathe heavily, I moved down to the band of his jeans.

  “Okay, okay, I can do that. For the sake of the well deserved punishment,” he said as his eyes moved up and down my body. His thick, strong erection kept throbbing under me, against my center, and my panties were already soaking wet. My fingers shook as I pulled down his jeans and his black boxer shorts, and finally, saw all of him. Unable to resist, I leaned down and brushed my lips lightly to the smooth texture of its tip. Aaron moaned and his head fell back while his hands made for my hair. I slapped them away and he growled.

  “You might want to make yourself comfortable, babe. It’s going to be a long few minutes for you,” I said and stepped away from the bed. He looked up again, confused as he watched me take my jacket off, slowly, until he figured out what was going to happen. The next second, he arranged the pillows under his head, and his face barely held his huge grin.

  Aaron lay completely naked in his bed and I watched his chest rise and fall, completely fascinated by every line of his body, his strong chest and his abs, by his V—oh, that V—and by his glowing skin under the dim, almost green light of the lamps around his bed. His beauty took my breath away. Even more so when I knew that he was mine now. Only mine.

  I put on one of my favorite—and very dirty—songs on my phone, and Aaron’s show began.

  With my back turned to him, I slowly started to move my hips to the rhythm. I’d never stripped before, ever, but just like everything else, doing things for Aaron felt completely natural. Inspiring. Exactly right.

  I slowly pulled my black shirt over my head, and I let it fall to the floor. Aaron was no longer grinning. Not even a small smile. His eyes were wide, pupils completely dilated, his perfect lips parted, and it felt like fire came out of his every pore. He grabbed the sheets tightly into his fists, his toes curled. He looked like a man who was witnessing the most amazing and terrifying thing in the world, a man who was both excited and scared to see what would happen next.

  Slowly, I undid the button of my jeans and moved on to the zipper. His knuckles turned completely white. The music only raised the tension in the room as I moved to its rhythm, and moved up to my bra. I almost blushed when it hit the floor, and I threw my hair back to give Aaron a clearer view. My hands slid do
wn my neck, to my chest, breasts, and though I did blush, I never once thought about stopping. Not when Aaron looked at me like that and definitely not now that he’d begun to moan my name.

  Reminding myself that the game was not over yet, I pushed my thumbs under the waistband of my jeans and slowly moved my hips out of them. I put one foot above the bed to give Aaron a clear view of my very wet, lacy black panties. His hips moved in anticipation. With the tips of my fingers, I traced my leg from the ankle up and he growled. He called my name over and over again, but I simply shook my finger at him and he stopped moving.

  Following the rhythm, I made my way to his bike.

  “What are you…” Aaron whispered.

  I barely heard him above the music, and I didn’t have time to answer. I sat on the bike instead, and he put another pillow under his head. My hair fell in black waves around my shoulders. The music followed my every move as I pushed my hair behind my back again, then positioned my legs as far apart from each other as I could on the bike. This time, my name on Aaron’s lips was a question filled with insecurity. A finger slipped inside my lips, and for a second, I pictured him there. My back arched in anticipation. Aaron sat up.

  “Star, don’t…” he whispered again, but how could I stop? I was beyond games now. And I only hoped he’d come to me because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk all the way to the bed by myself now. I was too drunk on emotions. My hands fell all over my body and only stopped on my wet panties. The sounds coming out of me drowned out the music. I whispered Aaron’s name as my fingers grazed the edge of the only remaining cloth on my body. I didn’t get any further than that.

  A muffled sound later and my panties were torn from around my hips. Aaron’s strong hands grabbed me, making me shout out in pleasure.

  “The rules…” I murmured, but Aaron tied my legs around his hips before his hands grabbed every inch of me at the same second, if that was even possible. He found my mouth and pushed his tongue inside while his hands cupped my ass and pulled me up against his strong body.

  “Fuck the rules,” Aaron breathed against my mouth.

  “Or me.” And, boy, did he.

  2

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  A loud noise chased the sleep out of me. My heart skipped a long beat, but then I sighed in relief. A dream. It must’ve been a dream.

  I lazily opened my eyes, and for a second, I wondered where I was. The ceiling was way too wide to be that of my room. Aaron’s was twice the size.

  What a night…I scooted closer to Aaron’s body the second he opened his ocean eyes, and his face broke into a smile…only for a second. Then, his brows narrowed and his eyes grew wide. Shit. I knew that look. That look meant something was wrong.

  I turned my senses on immediately. My breath caught in my throat when another sound, one terribly close to a major explosion, echoed in my ears. This time I knew it wasn’t a dream. And if my senses were right—and they were—at least two hundred witches and warlocks were above us, and another twenty were already underground.

  I don’t know how I got dressed, but I found myself at the door with Aaron right behind me in mere seconds. Fear wrapped its icy claws around my throat. The hallway in front of us was packed, the ceiling completely destroyed. Supernaturals, dead and alive, young and old were all over the place. Pieces of dirt and broken concrete everywhere.

  I connected to the elements the next second.

  “Take as many as you can. Meet me at the back door,” I said to Aaron. The back door was far, but it was our best shot. It led to a set of tunnels that took you up into the middle of the woods. From there on, we’d figure it out. Aaron nodded, and a split second later, I got down to business.

  I threw my first knife and hit a witch right in the forehead. She collapsed on the ground, and the terrified shifter who had been fighting her turned to look at me. On my left, through the narrow corridor, a group of five teenagers were surrounded by three warlocks, who had their guns and automatons ready to fire. I heard the kids scream. I reached out a hand towards them, and I inhaled deeply.

  Air, I called.

  The tangled mess that was my hair flew away together with the air that left my palm and cleaned the warlocks off the face of the earth, breaking their bones to the other side of the wall. Their lifeless bodies lay broken on the ground, one above the other.

  I felt a witch behind me before I had the chance to check if the kids were okay. I grabbed her fist a second before it connected with my neck and twisted her wrist while I pulled her face to my knee. She tried to reach for her magic with a mouthful of broken teeth, but my hands were already around her head and her neck long broken.

  Aaron was fighting right below the hole in the ceiling. Gunshots everywhere. Bodies, blood that had turned the white tiles red. Magic.

  Blocking any thought from my mind, I turned and ran to Ella’s room. I took as many as I could on the way, and I tried not to look down. An arm appeared in front of my chest, and I instinctively caught it and twisted it. I had only a second to recognize the mark sewn on the warlock’s jacket, right on the side of his shoulder.

  S. Seriel.

  The stinging magic of the warlock grabbed hold of my fingers and spread on my palm before I turned and pushed my foot in his gut. He fell against the wall behind him, and Bob pierced his heart before he had the chance to even open his mouth to scream. I ran again.

  To my horror, Ella’s door stood wide open. No one was inside the room. My racing heart fell to my heels. I turned around, my knees shaking. A huge mouth full of large sharp teeth was heading straight for my face. I only had the chance to take half a step to the side before they closed around my arm.

  Searing pain stabbed at me inch by inch. I grabbed the giant wolf’s ear, and I pulled him off as hard as I could. Shifter. Unbelievably stupid shifter. He’d shifted knowing that he couldn’t control his animal form. And now, I wasn’t going to be able to save him.

  He let go of my arm and aimed for my neck next. Bob was already buried between the wolf’s shoulders, and he growled in agony before he kicked me. I grabbed his neck with my bleeding arm, but my hold was too weak. He pushed hard, and I fell against the wall right next to Ella’s door. He jumped at me again.

  He shouldn’t have done it. He shouldn’t have shifted knowing that he was going to end up hurting his own. Now, I was going to have to hurt him. Kill him. That was the only way he was going to stop. Shit. I felt awful as I stretched my mind and reached for a big piece of hard concrete that had fallen underground when Seriel’s soldiers had broken in. I could hear the chopper blades outside, waiting. The wolf’s giant face, covered in dark brown and grey fur, with vivid yellow eyes that scared the shit out of me was barely an inch away from my throat when the piece of concrete hit him. It knocked him to the side and crashed him against the wall before it broke into pieces. Bob in hand, I ran and removed the rocks from the wolf’s body.

  The howling broke my heart. He was injured badly. I looked into his yellow eyes, begged him to just try and turn back. I would keep him safe if he could make it back to human again.

  But he couldn’t. It was stupid of me to even hope. The wolf in him had consumed the man completely now, the second he’d opened the door. He wasn’t going to stop if I didn’t stop him first.

  So I bit hard on my lip to keep from crying out, and I put Bob’s blade through his heart. The cry he let out terrified me until, the third time his heart was pierced, he let out the last howl and let go.

  And then he turned back to human.

  His body lay crumpled, half-covered in pieces of concrete and blood. A scream escaped my lips. He was barely a teenager. A friend of Lily, the girl who’d walked me to meet Marie. And I’d killed him.

  It’s over now, I told myself, and I quickly turned my back on him.

  I was tired. While air and water calmed me, using earth took all of my energy away. The guilt helped, too, even when I knew that it was either him or whichever rebel was unlucky enough to cross
the wolf’s way.

  I ripped my pants from the knee down and wrapped the fabric tightly around my wounded arm. I barely managed to tie it properly before two warlocks and a witch came at me with all they had. I wiped the thought of the teenage wolf from my mind, and I concentrated on my sister. I fought the warlocks and a witch and had them on the ground right before I saw Ella at the end of the hallway, fighting with a katana in her hands.

  She was alive. She looked unharmed. My heartbeat tripled as I began to run to her, but then I saw Lily, the wolf’s friend, the girl who’d helped me find Marie. One of Seriel’s warlocks had a gun pointed at her face, ready to pull the trigger. Lily didn’t even look scared. She stood tall with her head high and stared at him right in the eye. For some reason, that made me proud as I called on air, and with both my palms reaching out to him, I blew the warlock against the wall behind him. He had no idea what had happened, and both his gun and his knife fell from his hands.

  Lily, who should have turned and ran, surprised me yet again. She only looked at me for a second before she took the gun that had fallen from the warlock’s hand. She kissed its barrel to the warlock’s forehead a split second before she pulled the trigger, never even batting a lash. The dead body slid to the floor, lifeless.

  “Thanks,” Lily said, and then she ran. Like I said, some people just had it in them.

  When I finally reached Ella, the warlock she was fighting had his back turned to me so I quickly broke his neck from behind, and he didn’t even see it coming.

  “I could’ve taken him by myself,” my sister whispered breathlessly. That’s when I saw the wound on the left side of her stomach.

  “You’re bleeding.” Panic enveloped me from head to toe.

  “You, too.” She pointed at my arm. I ignored her protest and put her arm around my shoulders.

  “I can walk on my own,” she said a couple of times, but I still held onto her and told myself that it was just a scratch, a superficial wound, nothing that couldn’t be healed. I didn’t dare look at it closely.