Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Fox
My arm tightened possessively around her waist, drawing her even closer until there’s nothing between us but the heat of our bodies.
Her leg slides over mine, her thighs straddling me with a confidence that makes my pulse thrum.
Her cheeks are flushed, skin glowing with desire, and her lips are deliciously swollen from the relentless hunger of our kiss.
The way her chest rises and falls, breath shallow and needy, is intoxicating.
I trail my fingers along her back, letting them settle against the curve of her spine. My voice drops, low and taunting, a growl wrapped in velvet. “What do you want, doll?”
Her eyes blaze with hunger, bold and unashamed. “You, alpha. Every. Part. Of. You.”
A wicked grin stretches across my lips. I trace a thumb over her trembling bottom lip, my gaze locked on hers.
“Is that right? Tell me exactly what you want, sweetheart. Do you want my mouth on you, tasting every inch of you? My fingers buried deep inside, making you fall apart with every desperate pulse? Or maybe you want me to pin you down and drive you wild, make you scream my name while you come undone all over my cock?”
I feel her shudder against me, her body’s answer coming before her words. And God, that’s all the permission I need.
Violet’s body feels delicate and electric beneath my touch, her skin burning through the thin cotton of her sleep shirt.
I can feel her heartbeat thundering just as wildly as mine.
Her hips settle against me, her thighs pressing against my sides as she leans forward, her curls spilling past her face like a curtain of dark silk.
“Everything,” she whispers, her voice trembling with want and urgency. “I want everything, Fox.”
Gods, hearing her say my name like that, all soft and needy, nearly wrecks me. But I keep my composure, let the hunger simmer instead of boil over. I reach up, fingers sliding beneath the hem of her sleep shirt, tracing the smooth skin of her thighs and waist, feeling her shiver under my touch.
“Everything, huh?” I murmur, my tone deep and edged with a growl. “You know what that does to me, baby? Hearing you beg for it like that?”
I roll until she’s lying beneath me. She laughs softly.
Her breath hitches as I drag my fingers along her hips, the fabric of her panties barely a barrier.
I hook my thumbs beneath the waistband, tugging just enough to tease.
Her eyes widened, pupils blown, her lips parting as I grazed my teeth over the curve of her neck.
“Or maybe…” I continue, my voice dropping lower, rich with the promise of everything she’s asking for. “Maybe I should take my time. Make you feel every touch until you’re shaking, soaked, and so desperate you can’t even think straight.”
Her hips rock against me instinctively, her body answering for her. The feel of her pressed against my cock sends a jolt of heat through me, and I groan, fingers tightening against her skin.
“Fox…” she whimpers, her voice trailing off into a breathy plea that drives me wild.
“What is it, doll?” I press my forehead against hers, letting my mouth hover just above hers, the promise of a kiss lingering like temptation itself. “Tell me what you need. Because I’m not stopping until I’ve given you every single thing you ask for.”
Her hands tangle in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp as she shifts her hips, seeking more friction, more of me. The movement sends a wicked thrill shooting straight through me.
“Touch me,” she begs, the words tumbling from her lips like she can’t hold them back. “I need your hands on me, your mouth... I need you, Fox. Please.”
My chest rumbles with a growl of satisfaction. “Anything you want, baby. I’ve got you.”
I drag my hands up her thighs, pushing her shirt higher until it bunches around her waist, exposing the sliver of bare skin I’m dying to taste. My gaze rakes over her, taking in the way her chest rises and falls, her nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt.
I dip my head, my mouth grazing along her collarbone before I press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat. Her breath hitches, fingers clenching in my hair as I drag my lips lower, over the curve of her shoulder, leaving a trail of heat in my wake.
I feel her tremble against me, every little sound she makes only driving me further, my body responding with a need that’s almost painful. The way she reacts to me, the way she’s so damn open and willing, like she’s put herself entirely in my hands... It’s addictive.
And I intend to give her exactly what she craves.
My fingers slide along the line of her waist, slipping beneath her sleep shirt and dragging it upward. The soft fabric glides over her skin until it’s bunched just below her arms. She lifts her hands, letting me pull it over her head and toss it aside.
She’s breathtaking. Exposed, vulnerable, and yet fierce in the way she looks at me—like I’m the only thing she craves.
“Perfect,” I whisper, my eyes devouring the sight of her. My hands map every inch of her, exploring the gentle curves of her breasts, the sharp intake of her breath as my thumbs brush over her nipples.
Her body responds like it’s made for me, her hips rolling against my hardness, a desperate friction that only feeds my hunger.
I can feel the slick heat of her arousal even through the thin fabric of her panties, the scent of her intoxicating and impossible to resist. My instincts roar to claim her, mark her, and make her mine in every possible way.
“Fox… please,” Violet whimpers, her voice cracking under the weight of her own need.
I drag my mouth down her throat, biting softly at the spot where her scent is strongest, where I know she wants my mark. But she’s not ready for that—yet. This is about pleasure, about giving her exactly what she needs until she’s unraveling in my arms.
My hand slides between her thighs, pressing against her heat, and her breath stutters as her head falls back. I hook my fingers around the damp fabric of her panties, tugging them down her legs and letting them fall somewhere on the floor.
“So wet for me already,” I growl, the words thick with approval and hunger. “You want me to take care of you, doll? Want me to make you feel so good you forget everything else?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her hips canting forward, desperate for more. “I need you, Fox. I need all of you.”
I capture her lips in a fierce, claiming kiss as my fingers slide between her folds, gathering the slick heat and teasing her until she’s trembling against me.
Her whimpers are pure music, and I can’t help but groan as I push a finger inside her, then two, stretching her, preparing her for what’s to come.
Her hips move with mine, her hands clawing at my shoulders, her nails leaving trails of heat on my skin. It’s not enough. Not even close.
“More,” she pleads, her voice breaking. “I need you inside me, Fox. Now.”
I tear my gym shorts down and kick them away, the cool air hitting my skin doing nothing to calm the throbbing ache of my arousal.
My cock stands thick and heavy, the base already beginning to swell with the promise of my knot.
The thought of burying myself inside her, of locking us together, has me barely holding onto my control.
I grip her hips, guiding her down until the head of my cock presses against her entrance. Her body yields to me, slick and tight, pulling me in inch by inch until I’m buried deep inside her.
“Fuck, Violet…” I groan, my forehead falling to her shoulder. The sensation of her clenching around me, so hot and perfect, nearly drives me insane.
Her own cry is pure pleasure, her nails scraping against my back as she moves her hips, urging me to thrust harder, deeper. And I do. Every snap of my hips is met by her own, the rhythm building between us until it’s frantic, desperate.
The pressure at the base of my cock grows, my knot swelling and pushing against her entrance with every plunge. I can tell she feels it, the way her body tenses and her breath hitches. But she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she’s clinging to me even tighter.
“Fox… I—” She cuts herself off with a gasp, her body seizing around me as her orgasm crashes through her. She’s so beautiful when she comes.
I keep moving, chasing my own release even as her walls pulse around me, milking me. The pleasure is too much, burning through me like wildfire, my control splintering. I feel my knot thickening, demanding to claim her, to lock us together in the most primal way.
“Violet…” I grit out, my voice a ragged growl. “Can I knot you?”
Her eyes blaze with need, with a reckless sort of longing. “I want it. I want all of you, Fox. Please.”
The words tear through the last shreds of my restraint.
My hips surge forward, the thick swell of my knot forcing its way past her entrance, locking us together with a delicious stretch.
The sensation of being so impossibly deep, of having her body gripping me like a vice, is pure, unrelenting bliss.
A guttural sound escapes my throat as I come, pleasure ripping through me in a violent wave, my release flooding her as my knot swells to its fullest. I can’t move, can’t do anything but hold her tight as my body pulses against hers.
And Violet’s still trembling in my arms, her own pleasure spiraling endlessly as she feels me filling her, the knot holding us together like we were made to fit.
We stay locked like that, tangled in each other, breathing hard and raw. I press my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high of it all.
“Mine,” I murmur, the word slipping out before I can stop it.
And from the way her smile softens and her fingers stroke over my jaw, I can tell she feels the same.
Dare
May 23rd
5:32 P.M
“What have we gathered so far?” Fox asks as he strides into the library, Violet close behind him.