Chapter 23 Raiden #2
“Not yet,” I say, voice wrecked. “Not until we’re at the top. Not until I can spread you out on that old stone bench and fuck every thought of him out of your head.”
Her laugh is shaky, aroused. “Then hurry, fox. Because if you don’t, I’m going to come just from your mouth and your fingers and the way you’re growling.”
I kiss her again, slower, promising everything I’m about to do. Then I scoop her back into my arms and take the rest of the stairs two at a time. The tower door is only a few steps away. And once we’re through it, no more teasing or waiting.
The tower door groans open under my shoulder—old iron hinges protesting like they haven’t been used in decades.
Dust motes swirl in the thin shaft of moonlight spilling through the high arched window.
The room is small, round, forgotten. A single stone bench curves along one wall beneath the window, worn smooth by time and weather.
Sunlight paints bright stripes across the floor. Perfect.
I kick the door shut behind us. The lock clicks on its own—ancient wards recognizing intent. No one’s coming up here right now. Not unless they want to burn.
Lindsay’s legs are still wrapped around me, thighs squeezing my hips as though she’s afraid I’ll set her down. I don’t. Not yet.
I cross the room in three strides and lower her onto the bench, so she feels every inch of the descent.
Her back hits stone; she arches slightly, breath catching.
My tails fan out behind me—three of the thick, silver-tipped brushes of fur curling around her calves, holding her open, keeping her exactly where I want her.
She looks up at me through lashes dark with lust, lips parted, chest rising fast. The faint blue glow of her magic flickers along her collarbone, answering the heat rolling off me.
“You’re still growling,” she teases, voice husky.
“You’re still wearing his scent,” I counter, dropping to one knee between her thighs.
My hands slide up the outside of her legs, pushing her skirt higher until it bunches at her hips.
Lace panties—black, damp, barely there. I hook two fingers under the edge and drag them down her thighs in one slow pull.
She lifts her hips to help. Obedient for once.
I toss the scrap of fabric aside. It lands somewhere behind me on the stone floor.
My mouth waters at the sight of her—glistening, swollen, ready. The bond pulses between us, hot and heavy, feeding me every flicker of her arousal, every needy throb.
“Raiden…” Her fingers thread into my hair, tugging. “Stop staring and do something.”
I lean in, breath ghosting over her core. “You let him kiss you. Let him taste your anger.” My voice is low and rough as I repeat my early words. “Now I’m going to taste everything else.”
I drag my tongue along her in one long, slow stroke—from entrance to clit. She jerks, hips lifting off the stone, a broken moan spilling from her throat. I growl against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble. Then I devour her.
No teasing or mercy. I lick into her like I’m starving, tongue curling, circling, sucking her clit between my lips until she’s writhing.
My hands pin her hips down—firm, possessive—while my tails wrap higher, soft fur brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, teasing the crease where leg meets body.
She’s loud. Gods, she’s loud. Gasps, whimpers, my name torn from her like a plea. The sound echoes off the stone walls, raw and unrestrained.
“Raiden—fuck—don’t stop—”
I don’t. I slide two fingers inside her—slow at first, then curling, stroking that spot that makes her whole body bow. She lets out low moan. My cock throbs painfully behind my trousers, but this isn’t about me yet. This is about reminding her who she answers to when the storm inside her rages.
I suck harder on her clit, fingers pumping in rhythm with my tongue. Her magic flares—blue threads licking along my forearms, cool and electric, wrapping around my wrists like living restraints. Claiming me back.
The bond lights up like wildfire.
She comes hard—back arching off the wall, thighs clamping around my head, a cry that’s half sob, half my name. I don’t stop. I work her through it, drawing out every pulse, every aftershock until she’s shaking, boneless, fingers trembling in my hair.
When I finally pull back, her eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, lips bitten red. She looks wrecked. Beautiful. Mine.
I rise slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her gaze tracks the motion, darkening.
“Your turn,” she breathes, reaching for my belt.
I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. My other hand cups her jaw, thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip.
“Not yet,” I murmur. “First, you’re going to say it again. Louder. Where no one can pretend they didn’t hear.”
Her brows lift, a spark of challenge returning, even through the haze of pleasure.
“I’m yours,” she says, voice steady this time. “Only yours.”
I lean down, mouth brushing hers. “Louder.”
“I’m yours, Raiden. All yours. Always.”
I know I have to share her, but the words calm something inside of me. The growl that rips from me is pure fox—deep, possessive, primal.
I release her wrists only to flip her, so she’s bent over the bench, palms braced on stone, ass presented. My tails curl around her waist, holding her steady. I press myself against her from behind, letting her feel exactly how hard I am, how badly I need her.
“Say it one more time,” I rasp against her ear, fangs grazing the shell. “And then I’m going to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine.”
She turns her head just enough to meet my eyes—wild, glowing, utterly unafraid.
“I’m yours,” she whispers, then louder, “I’m yours, Raiden.”
The last thread of control snaps.
I free myself in one rough motion, line up, and thrust home in a single deep stroke.
Lindsay cries out—pleasure edged with the sharp stretch of me filling her completely—and the sound ricochets off the ancient stone like a spell breaking loose.
Her walls flutter around me instantly, hot and tight and so fucking perfect it nearly undoes me right there.
I bury my face against the side of her neck, canines grazing the soft skin where her pulse races wild, and I snap my hips forward again—harder, deeper—setting a rhythm that’s all instinct, all claiming what’s mine.
I free her breasts with a tug of the fabric, tossing it to the side.
She arches back into me, palms braced on the cool stone bench, fingers splaying wide as though she’s trying to anchor herself against the storm I’m unleashing. Every thrust drives a new sound from her throat—gasps that turn to moans that turn to broken versions of my name.
The tower room fills with us: the wet slap of skin on skin, her ragged breaths, my low, continuous growls that rumble from somewhere primal in my chest. Sunlight pours through the arched window, bright and warm, catching on the faint sparks of her magic that dance along my forearms, my spine, kissing the silver tips of my tails where they coil possessively around her waist.
I don’t hold back. I can’t. The jealousy that’s been clawing at me since the classroom—since I felt Auron near her, felt her let him take her darkness—fuels every roll of my hips.
I want to erase him. Erase Nolan’s lingering touch from earlier.
Erase every second she wasn’t wrapped around me like this.
One hand slides up her spine, fingers threading into her hair at the nape, tugging just enough to arch her neck back further.
I sink my teeth there—not piercing, not yet, but firm enough to leave the faintest crescent marks.
Mine. The bond flares brighter, a molten thread between us, feeding me every pulse of her pleasure, every clench, every shiver.
“Raiden—” Her voice cracks on my name, desperate. “Harder.”
I oblige.
I grip her hip with bruising force, pulling her back to meet every thrust, driving deeper until there’s nowhere left for her to go.
She keens—high and sweet—and her magic surges in response, wrapping around my throat like cool silk restraints.
They don’t bind me; they claim me. They say she’s taking me as much as I’m taking her.
My tails tighten around her middle, soft fur brushing the undersides of her breasts, teasing her nipples where they pebble in the chill air.
One tail slips lower, curling between her thighs to stroke the swollen bundle of nerves above where we’re joined.
The added pressure makes her sob—actually sob—her whole body trembling.
“You feel that?” I rasp against her ear, voice wrecked, hips never slowing. “That’s me inside you. Only me. No shadows. No ice. Just fox. Just yours.”
She nods frantically, words dissolving into whimpers. “Yours—gods—Raiden, yours—”
The bond burns hotter, almost painful in its intensity. I can feel her climbing again—fast, relentless—her inner walls fluttering, gripping me as though she never wants to let go. My own release coils tight at the base of my spine, pressure building with every snap of my hips.
I reach around, fingers finding her clit, circling with rough, insistent pressure while I pound into her from behind. Her magic flares wild—blue and purple sparks bursting behind my closed eyelids, wrapping us both in a cocoon of electric heat.
“Come for me,” I growl, canines scraping her shoulder. “Let the whole fucking academy hear you. Let the others feel it through the bond. Let them know who you scream for.”
She shatters.
Her cry is raw, unrestrained—echoing off the tower walls like thunder.
Her walls clamp down hard, pulsing around me in waves that drag me right over the edge with her.
Pleasure rips through me, white-hot and blinding.
I thrust once, twice more—burying myself as deep as I can—and spill inside her with a guttural snarl, hips jerking, tails lashing the air.
We stay locked together for long seconds, breathing hard, trembling. Her magic settles slowly, threads fading to soft glows that lick lazily along our joined skin. I press open-mouthed kisses to the marks I left on her neck, her shoulder—gentle now, reverent.
She’s still bent over the bench, cheek resting on cool stone, eyes half-lidded and dazed when I finally ease out of her. I turn her carefully, lifting her into my arms again so she’s cradled against my chest. Her legs wrap around me like they belong there. They do.
I sink onto the bench with her in my lap, tails curling around us both—protective cocoon of silver fur. She rests her forehead against mine, breath still coming in shaky little pants.
“Feel better?” she whispers, a tired, teasing smile tugging at her lips.
I huff a laugh, nuzzling into her hair. “I felt you come apart around me. Twice. I’m fucking euphoric.”
She laughs softly—breathless and content. Her fingers trace the edge of one of my ears, then slide down to rest over my heart.
“No more jealousy?” she asks quietly.
I press a kiss to her temple. “Not today. You’re marked. Inside and out. They’ll all smell me on you for days.”
She hums, pleased. “Good.”
We stay like that—tangled, sated, bathed in sunlight—until her breathing evens and her body goes soft and heavy against mine. The bond hums quietly now. Warm and steady.
Just her and me.
And the promise that the next time someone tries to claim even a piece of her storm, they’ll have nine very sharp tails—and one very possessive kitsune—waiting to remind them who she truly belongs to.