Chapter 32

Chapter

Thirty-Two

Laney’s heart fluttered as Max guided her down the hallway toward their suite, his hand warm and steady against the small of her back. Max slid the keycard into the door, the lock clicking open with a soft electronic beep.

“After you,” he murmured, his voice making her inner fox stir with anticipation.

Laney stepped into the suite and paused, taking in the sight. Warm amber lighting from several strategically placed lamps cast a gentle glow across the spacious living area. A stone fireplace dominated one wall, already lit and crackling with a welcoming blaze that filled the room with warmth. The lodge staff had stoked it up while they were at dinner, creating a romantic atmosphere.

There was a silver bucket with champagne on ice and two crystal flutes on the table. Max shrugged off his jacket, draping it over a chair before grabbing the champagne. The firelight danced across his features as he worked the cork free. The bottle opened with a satisfying pop, foam briefly spilling over his fingers before he poured the sparkling liquid into both glasses.

“Come sit with me,” he invited, gesturing toward the couch in front of the fireplace.

Laney slipped off her heels and padded across the floor to join him. Max handed her a flute of champagne, their fingers brushing in a touch that sent a small current of electricity up her arm.

“A toast,” Max said, raising his glass. “To us.”

“To us,” Laney echoed, clinking her glass gently against his. The champagne tasted crisp and bright on her tongue, tiny bubbles dancing against her palate.

She took another sip, letting the warmth of the fire and the events of the evening wash over her. “This feels like a dream,” she admitted, watching the flames flicker and twist in the hearth.

“A good dream,” Max replied, his voice soft.

Laney nodded, meeting his gaze. “The best.”

The sincerity in his eyes made her heart skip. Her inner fox responded with a surge of warmth and longing. This was what she had waited for her entire life without knowing it—someone who saw her completely and wanted her anyway.

Max leaned closer, pressing his lips to hers. Their tongues met and twined, and she tasted champagne on his mouth. They broke apart, both panting slightly. Max carefully took her champagne flute and set it alongside his on the small table, then turned back to her with unbridled desire on his face.

“You're so stunning,” he murmured against her skin. “I've wanted you all night.”

He leaned down to press his mouth against her neck, peppering kisses on the sensitive skin that made goosebumps rise on her arms. Laney tilted her head to allow him better access, letting out a quiet moan. His fingers brushed the side of her breast, then confidently grasped it through the fabric of her dress. His touch warmed her entire body from the inside out, kindling desire deep within. The thrill of being craved so openly was exhilarating.

Growing more daring, Laney allowed her hands to roam across Max's broad shoulders before sliding down to the front of his pants, feeling his erection straining against the fabric. The knowledge that she affected him so strongly sent a thrill through her. Emboldened, she began to stroke him through his pants, delighting in his sharp intake of breath as she teased him.

“Laney,” he groaned, the sound somewhere between pleasure and warning. His eyes had darkened, pupils dilated with desire.

She continued her exploration, unfastening his belt and then his pants with trembling fingers. Max watched her, his breathing growing more ragged as she freed him from his clothing. Her hand wrapped around his length, stroking slowly as she marveled at the velvet hardness of him.

A low growl rumbled from deep in Max’s chest, the sound primal and barely human. His control was visibly slipping, the bear within him responding to her touch. Rather than frightening her, the evidence of his inner animal thrilled Laney. Her own fox stirred in answer, urging her to push him further.

Without warning, Max gathered her into his arms, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. Laney wrapped her arms around his neck, laughing softly as he carried her toward the bedroom. The champagne and glasses sat forgotten by the fire as he shouldered open the door and moved toward the massive bed.

He laid her down with surprising gentleness, the white comforter puffing around her like a cloud. Max stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, looking down at her with undisguised hunger. Then his hands found the zipper of her dress, slowly drawing it down.

The blue fabric pooled on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her matching lace bra and panties. A flush spread across her skin, partly from the heat building between them and partly from being so exposed. But Max looked at her as if she were a precious treasure, and it banished any self-consciousness.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, his gaze traveling the length of her body.

He quickly shed his own shirt and pants, revealing a muscular chest and strong thighs. Laney drank in the sight of him, appreciating the power evident in every line of his body. Then he was with her on the bed, his weight creating a delicious dip in the mattress as he moved above her.

His kisses became more urgent, trailing from her lips to her jawline, then down the column of her throat. When he reached the swell of her breasts, he paused to unclasp her bra with deft fingers, drawing the garment away to expose her completely. His mouth closed over one nipple, tongue circling the sensitive peak while his hand caressed the other.

Laney arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her. Heat spiraled through her, tightening into a coil of need that made her restless beneath him. Her hands wandered across his broad back, nails leaving light trails on his skin.

Max’s lips were a revelation, a slow pilgrimage down Laney’s trembling body. He kissed her ribs like they were sacred, his tongue flicking against her skin in a way that made her gasp. His teeth scraped her stomach, teasing the soft flesh.

Laney whimpered. She could have come just from that, just from the way he worshiped her. His fingers slipped into the sides of her panties, and he peeled them down her legs. The cool air of the room hit her exposed pussy, and Laney’s entire body shuddered. Her inner fox snarled, clawing at her senses, demanding more.

Max knelt between her thighs like a predator ready to feast, his breath hot against her slick slit. Laney’s inner fox was going wild, its need a sharp, pulsing ache in her core. She propped herself up on her elbows, and she watched Max through hooded eyes. The sight of him on his knees, his face inches from her dripping pussy, was almost too much. His eyes were dark, hungry, and filled with a feral kind of reverence that made her clench in anticipation.

The first touch of his tongue against her folds was electric. A slow, wet lick from her entrance to her clit had Laney crying out. Her head fell back, her fingers tangling in the sheets as pleasure ripped through her. Max ate her like she was his last meal, his tongue fucking her relentlessly. He alternated between broad, messy strokes and flicking her clit so fast it sent sparks shooting up her spine. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her as she writhed and trembled, her pussy gushing around his tongue.

Laney’s inner fox was clawing at her chest, demanding she take her mate. Her nails bit into the sheets as Max sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in tight circles. She was so close, her body tight and trembling, her core clenching as he worked her body.

“Max,” she moaned, her voice cracking with need. Her inner fox was howling now, its frustration a wildfire in her veins. “Please—don’t stop.”

He smirked up at her and leaned in again, his breath hot against her soaked sex. “Don’t worry, Laney,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “I’m not even close to done with you.”

And then he was back at it, his tongue licking her with a ferocity that had Laney screaming. Her inner fox howled in triumph as pleasure exploded through her, her orgasm ripping through her body like a storm. Max rode out every wave of it, his tongue relentless as she came undone beneath him. By the time she finally collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and trembling, Laney was pretty sure she’d met God. He looked an awful lot like Max on his knees between her thighs.

“Max,” she panted, tugging at his shoulders. “Please, I need you.”

He moved up her body, pausing briefly to retrieve a condom from his discarded pants. Laney watched through a haze of lingering pleasure as he protected them both, then positioned himself above her once more. Their eyes locked as he lowered himself, his weight braced on his forearms.

Max leaned down to kiss her deeply, and Laney tasted herself on his lips, the intimacy of it making her inner fox purr with satisfaction. He reached between them, stroking her once more to ensure she was ready, then slowly began to enter her.

The moment Max’s thick, veiny cock entered her, Laney’s world dissolved into a blur of overwhelming, almost unbearable pleasure. She felt every ridge, every inch of him stretching her tight channel, filling her completely. Her inner walls quivered and clenched around him, as if her pussy itself was desperate to keep him buried deep inside her.

She gasped, trembling as her nails raked down his back. “You’re so big.”

Max growled low in his throat, a sound that was more beast than man, and Laney could feel the primal vibration of it against her skin. Her inner fox snarled with satisfaction, its instincts screaming mine, mine, MINE.

She could feel the sharpness of her teeth pressing against her lips, her canines elongating more than ever before as the urge to claim him surged through her like a wildfire. She wanted to bite him, to mark him, to sink her teeth into his shoulder and bind him to her forever. But the human part of her hesitated, even as her fox howled for satisfaction.

Max didn’t give her time to think. He gripped her hips and thrust into her with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs. Laney’s back arched off the bed, her tits bouncing, her nipples hard and aching. She could feel her pussy dripping, her juices soaking the sheets.

“You’re so tight,” Max growled, his voice rough and raw. “Your pussy feels like it was made for me.”

“It was made for you,” Laney whimpered, her voice breaking as another orgasm slammed into her without warning. Her walls clenched around him like a vice, milking his cock as she came so hard she saw stars. “Oh—Max.”

She could feel another orgasm building already, her pussy clenching and fluttering around him as he hit that perfect spot deep inside her, over and over and over again.

“Come for me,” Max whispered.

Laney’s eyes rolled back as she obeyed, her body breaking around him in another earth-shattering climax. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed around his thick length, her juices gushing out of her in a torrent as she screamed his name. Max roared as he came, his cock jerking inside her as he emptied himself inside her trembling body. Laney could feel every pulse of his release.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, tangled heap, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breaths. Max rolled onto his side, pulling Laney with him so she lay sprawled across his chest. “I love you, Laney. Thank you for trusting me tonight.”

“I love you, too, Max.”

Her fox was purring and satisfied, its instincts sated. Laney nuzzled against Max’s chest, breathing in his scent. Her fox let out a low, contented growl, its claws flexing against her subconscious. She knew without a doubt that this man was hers—that he’d always been hers.

Max pressed lazy kisses to her temple and shoulder, his arms holding her securely against him. Laney nestled closer. Never had she felt so completely accepted, so thoroughly cherished.

She realized she had crossed a threshold tonight. For the first time, she wasn’t defined by what she lacked or what she couldn’t do. In Max’s eyes and arms, she was whole, desired, and perfect exactly as she was. The revelation brought unexpected tears to her eyes.

Laney pressed a gentle kiss to Max’s chest, directly over his heart, silently promising that whatever came next, she would face it with newfound courage and confidence. They had found something rare and precious in each other, and she intended to treasure it with her whole being.

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