Chapter 35 #2
Fox straddles me from behind, hovering over me, his knees on either side of my hips. He leans over and runs his mouth down my spine between my wings. I feel his hands caressing my wing joints, and I arch my back instinctively, pressing my ass up against his straining erection.
He pushes his cock back into me, only the fabric of his trousers and my lacy underthings keep us apart.
"Is this what you want?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
"No," I gasp, even as I rock myself against the bulge in his trousers, contradicting my own words.
"No?" He stops immediately, drawing his hands back, his touch suddenly gone.
"No, I want more," I clarify, my breath catching in my throat.
He growls, the heat returning to his voice. "Don't scare me like that, little witch."
I feel his hands at my hips as he tears off my underthings, throwing them aside.
His palm slides over my ass cheek, warm and possessive, then he bends down.
His lips press against the skin of my right cheek in a surprisingly tender kiss.
Then, he smacks my ass hard, the loud ‘crack!’ ringing through the forest.
I yelp, startled by the sting but already craving more. Heat pools between my legs, my body responding instantly.
Fox doesn't have to ask if I like it. I can feel his understanding pulse through our burgeoning connection, and I get an echo of his satisfaction back.
The idea of feeling what he’s feeling as he’s fucking me makes my body turn molten. I arch my back and push my ass up toward him, desperate for more. He takes out his cock and drags it across my wetness, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes.
He's taking too long and I'm burning for him. I push my hips back impatiently, driving myself onto him.
“Fuck!” he swears loudly, hissing out his pleasure. “That’s so good. Do that again.”
I rock forward again, driving my ass backwards against him. He grips my hips, and moans, his fingers digging into my flesh.
I keep rocking, fucking myself against his cock, and he keeps up a constant stream of semi-incoherent praise.
“You’re doing so well. You feel so fucking good taking my cock like you own it.”
“I do,” I gasp out loud.
Fox stills, then reaches down and grips my hair, forcing my face to the side. “Say that again.”
“I do own it.” I bob my hips again. “This is my cock.”
Fox presses his face into my neck grazing his teeth against my pulse. “That’s right, witch. It’s all fucking yours.”
I moan, and keep rocking, the sound of my wetness obscenely loud in the quiet woods. I’m so close, but the release I’m chasing dances just out of reach. "Please," I beg, my voice breaking with need, "I need it harder."
Fox doesn’t need an explanation. He tightens his grip on my hair in one hand, using it to anchor himself as he drives into me. I whimper, the sound escaping my lips without permission.
I can't reach down to touch my clit, but I don't need to—the way he's hitting me from the inside is bringing me closer and closer with each thrust.
He smacks my ass and I whimper again, tightening around him.
His palm cracks against my flesh a second time as he continues to thrust inside me, the dual sensations pushing me toward the edge.
When he does it again, white dots burst behind my eyes. My body is teetering on the side of a cliff, and I just need one more push over the edge.
I don’t have to wait for Fox to give me that push.
Just as I'm about to shatter, his teeth sink into the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. I feel a strange surge of disembodied pleasure, that I’m sure doesn’t come from me. I cry out, pleasure coursing through me in waves as my body convulses around him, squeezing him in a vise-like grip.
He makes a strangled sound and jerks backward, just in time to come in hot spurts across the ground.
“You pulled out,” I think, even as my breathing is still too ragged to speak out loud.
“I can’t knot you here. Later, in the tent, you can have whatever you want.”
We walk back to the tent hand in hand. After the sharp release in the woods, the second time is slower. He kisses me this time, as he slowly moves in and out of my body,
It takes far longer, but when he finally comes inside me, I feel his knot swell, filling me with the most delicious pressure.
I'm lying on his chest, our breathing slowing, when a strange sensation begins to form. Like a shadow flickering at the edge of vision, or the echo of a second heartbeat pulsing beneath my own—something new stirs in the back of my mind.
“Do you feel that?” I ask.
Fox’s eyes flutter open. “Mmm?”
“Sorry. Go back to sleep.”
“I’m not asleep,” he says, even as his eyes close.
I frown. “Wait! Is this the first time you’ve slept?”
“Ever?” he asks, still keeping his eyes shut
I roll my eyes. “No, not ever, just…we were up all night on my birthday, I know you didn’t sleep at the palace. Was there another night? I don’t know how long I was passed out for.”
“I passed out too, I got knocked out for a few hours.”
“That’s not sleep. Why didn’t you say anything?”
He shrugs, but doesn’t answer out loud. “I had more important things to worry about.”
He means me, I realize. He was worrying about me for two years. I can’t help but glow with pleasure, even as I scold him for not taking care of himself. “Don’t do that again.”
“Don’t run off on a suicide mission again.”
“Deal.”
I let him sleep, while I lay awake on his chest, marveling at the feeling of the new bond.
Eventually his knot loosened and I could climb off him if I wanted to, but I didn't. I lie on his chest, occasionally dozing, until eventually, Fox’s eyes open again.
He blinks at me, with something like confusion on his face.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. I just know where I am.”
I giggle. “Is that unusual?”
“Yeah. I never know where I am when I wake up, but this time I did.”
“That’s good, right?”
He grins. “Definitely.”
I beam. “We’ve been missing for a while, do you think the wolves will be alright without you?”
“Fuck ‘em, I don’t care.”
I pretend to scowl. “Liar.”
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, grinning. “I care what happens to the wolves, but I know you want to go home.”
“Yeah, I do,” I admit. “I like it here, but we belong back in Vernallis. At least, I do. With Odessa and Kas gone half the year and Jett out on missions almost as often, I think my place is at the manor.”
“What about the adventures you wanted to go on?”
“I might pick them more carefully from now on,” I laugh. “I’d like to see Solistine, but perhaps I can go with more of a plan next time.”
“Are you going to go with Amora?” he asks without inflection.
“No, I don’t think so.”
He lets out a relieved sigh. “Good. I honestly didn’t want to have to walk all the way to Solistine.”
“Who said you were invited?”
He gives me a serious look. “Wherever you go I’ll always follow you.”
I press my face into his collarbone to hide my grin, and mutter. “So back to Vernallis, then? For now, at least.”
He nods. “I’ll have to talk to Kai first, he’s going to have to be in charge again, but then yeah we can go home.”
“I actually had another idea while you were sleeping,” I hedge.
He raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“I was just thinking that we happen to have an army already and a lot of extra space in the barracks for more soldiers. There’s that new school in the village, which could probably take all the children, and I’m guessing that anyone who didn’t want to be a soldier anymore could do other jobs on the estate or in the village. ”
He looks at me with awe in his face. “You just came up with that while I was sleeping? Just like that.”
I shrug. “It’s not as if it’s overly complicated. There would be the issue of living in close proximity to Fae, so I’m sure not everyone would want to go, but I think a lot of those issues can be resolved with some time.”
“Maybe some magic lessons for the children,” Fox muses.
I grin “Exactly.”
He smiles widely, his dimple flashing, and leans in to kiss me. I smile against his lips.
A high pitched chattering sound makes both of us spring apart, startled. I crane my neck, and my mouth falls open in a wide grin. “Eugene!”
The squirrel is sitting on the tree-legged table, chattering and waving his tail at us, as if to say “It’s about time you showed up.”
“I could say the same to you,” I reply with a mock scowl. “You had me worried you’d become some wolf’s dinner.”
Eugene’s obsidian eyes go wide with terror and he dives straight into my satchel, disappearing from sight.
“Should we worry that the squirrel seems to understand you?” Fox says with a grimace.
“I don’t think so. I’ve made it pretty clear that if he turns out to be a shifter I’ll feed him to Alix’s cat,” I reply, my voice rising to make absolutely sure Eugene can hear me.
“No need,” Fox grumbles. “If he turns out to be a shifter I’ll eat him myself.”
“I think that would be fair. Your teeth are much bigger and sharper than the cats.”
He flashes a grin. “All the better to eat you with.”
I squeal with laughter as he flips me over on my back. “Did you mean to eat him with?”
For shakes his head, smirking as he presses his lips to my stomach. “Nope.”