Chapter 26 #2
“Anyone who touched you here,” he growls before dragging his fingers down my body again.
This time, he doesn’t stop at my waist. With his eyes on mine, he forces my legs apart so he’s kneeling between them more comfortably.
Before I can say a word, he strokes his fingers up my slit until he can circle my clit slowly, lightly, and just enough to make me want more.
“God, I’d tear apart anyone who’s ever touched you here,” Fox goes on. “Deacon would help me, little rabbit. We’ll erase everyone who has any memory of what you feel like. Of what you taste like. And how—” Without warning, he pushes two fingers into me, causing me to cry out.
“How you clamp down around my fingers and my cock like you’re just begging me to stay inside you.”
I pant as he fingers me, my body moving with him, though I keep my eyes on his as I finally say, “You can’t kill my past boyfriends.” Swallowing, I force myself to continue the protest, trying to use logic where it’s probably not welcome. “I didn’t know you yet. They didn’t—”
“Why can’t I? Is it just not fair?” Fox croons. “No one deserves to know what you feel like. No one except me and my brother. You’re ours.” He growls the word and it sends something through me that’s both fear and a thrill of arousal so strong I can feel the way I clench around him.
Fox must feel it too. He stops for just a moment, a look of pure delight on his face.
“Oh, you like that.” His words aren’t a question.
“You want me to tell you where you belong, don’t you, little rabbit?
Well, I’m more than happy to oblige.” He pushes a third finger into me, the stretch causing an enjoyable, persistent burn that amplifies the pleasure.
I reach up for him, but he sits up enough to use his other hand to shove both of mine to the grass over my head.
“Be good and don’t move. I want you just like this until I tell you otherwise. Spread out for me like an offering.” As if turned on by his own words, he leans down suddenly to lick a stripe up my body, from my navel up between my breasts, until he finally catches my bottom lip between his teeth.
“All spread out just for me to enjoy however I want you. Can I devour you, Sadie-Rae? Show you what it means to be loved by a member of the Shaw family?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. His fingers are suddenly gone, and he sits up just enough to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. He doesn’t bother actually removing them and doesn’t give me a chance to do anything at all before he’s over me again.
“I’ll eat you whole and I won’t spare any part of you,” Fox growls in my ear, one hand going under me to drag my hips up.
“You’ll never need to worry about ending up in some disgusting slaughterhouse again because you’re mine.
” I feel his cock slide against my folds, but I barely get any warning before he’s thrusting into me, not giving me a chance to adjust before he’s buried himself to the hilt in my body.
With a cry, I arch back, head spinning. I expected gentle and sweet, but there’s none of that here.
Instead, Fox fucks into me like he’s trying to break me, though I have no complaints about it.
None at all. Especially with the angle that he’s holding my hips, and how he knows just how to fuck into me to make me see stars on every thrust.
“Let me touch you,” I pant, obediently keeping my hands above me. “Please, Fox, please just—”
“No,” he tells me with an amused huff. “I want you right here, just like this. Spread out and mine to devour as I please. You can touch me next time. You can touch me however you want. But not now, little rabbit.” He leans down to lick another line up my body, but doesn’t make it to my shoulder or throat.
This time his mouth finds my breast, and his lips seal over my nipple, sucking it into his mouth to set his teeth against the sensitive bud.
The sensation is so sharp, so unexpected, that I yelp in surprise and arousal, my body jerking against his, rolling my hips upward to meet his thrust. He growls and plays with my nipple for a few more seconds, and when he finally releases it, it’s only so he can switch to give the other the same amount of sharp, predatory attention.
“Fox…” I whimper, my fingers tearing at blades of grass.
“That’s too much—it hurts—” I don’t think I’m really complaining, and judging by his chuckle, he doesn’t think I am either.
In fact, he pulls it harder into his mouth, his arm still wrapped around my hips to keep me where he wants me while he fucks me like he’s driving home the fact he owns me.
When he finally lets go, it’s to lunge forward with a low snarl. All the sweetness, all the caring gentleness, is gone from this ravenous, feral man above me, who bites down at the juncture of my throat and shoulder like he literally wants to eat me.
It should bother me.
Fuck, it should terrify me, especially after everything I’ve seen.
Yet instead, it chases away the memories of the Post-it notes. The thoughts of being slaughtered like Ariana. And the hopelessness that started to sink into me about everything that’s happened.
Instead, it’s replaced with a bone-deep satiety I can’t explain.
My whole body wants this, and my brain is in absolute agreement.
The sounds that leave me are unfiltered, and under any other circumstance, I’d be ashamed of them.
I’d be worried about being fucked outside, with the sun warming my skin, for fear that someone else would notice.
Right now, I couldn’t care less about any of that. I need Fox’s mouth on me. On every part of me he can mark and taste and take.
“Fox!” I pant, unable to keep still at all as arousal and need builds between my thighs. I can practically hear how wet I am, and with every thrust I swear I lose myself just a little bit more.
Wanting to escape seems so far away now, when I can’t imagine being anywhere but here.
“Are you going to come for me, darlin’ girl?” Fox hisses in my ear. “Under me like this, like the good little thing you are? Show me how you come on my cock in the sun. Show me how delicious you can look. Make my mouth water to take a bite, Sadie-Rae, and maybe I’ll let you touch me.”
He bites down again, teeth closing on my collarbone hard enough to send a jolt of sharp pain through me. I nearly scream with the mix of pleasure and pain, but it’s also enough to send me hurtling into my release.
“Can I—Fox, please—”
“You can touch me, Sadie,” Fox snarls in my ear, only letting go for a moment before biting down again. “Put your fucking arms around me while you come apart on my cock so I know you know that your place is right here, under me.” He nips at my skin once more.
“Filled up with my cock or my brother’s or both.
” When I cry out in both pain and ecstasy, that does it for him too.
With my arms twined around his shoulders, I bury my hands in his hair, and pull myself upwards, wrapping myself around Fox as he thrusts into me twice more before he snarls a long, low, fuck and spills inside me like he’s marking me on the inside too.
“Good girl,” he praises, once he can speak again, though my head is still spinning and I’m pretty sure I can see stars even though I’m not actively coming any longer. Before I know it, I’m in his arms, and Fox is sitting with me in his lap again, draped across his chest.
“That’s my good girl. My perfect darling.” The crooning praise falls from his lips like honey, urging my eyes to fall shut as I relax completely against him.
“You stay like that for me, hmm? Just soak up the sun and relax. I’ll take care of you, Sadie-Rae.” His hand comes up to bury in my hair.
“I’ll always take care of you, just how you need.”