Chapter 87 Twice Shy
Canyon slept lightly, one ear on the forest, but still he dreamed.
He strolled through a meadow, hand in hand with the female.
She told him a joke and he couldn’t remember a word of it, but it made him laugh.
They talked about things… hazy things. He tried to memorize her face but saw only light.
He scented fox and he stilled to see where the scent was coming from—
He woke quickly, eyes snapping open, instantly alert.
It was still dark, and cold. The night hung silently, and the stars had shifted only slightly, telling him he hadn’t slept long.
Next to him, warm and soft, was Sage, wearing only a shirt and panties, her legs bare.
His hand lay on her hip and he squeezed lightly.
Had she been the female from his dreams all along?
Twinkling starlight fell on the shirt over her left shoulder, beckoning him.
He could bite her. If he claimed her, nothing else would matter. The witch wouldn’t matter, and neither would Wade. He hadn’t had the reaction, but she was his mate. He felt it in his gut.
He leaned on his elbow and drew his hand from her hip up her back, over her shirt, up to her where her shoulder met her neck. Sage murmured something he couldn’t understand, then she reached to caress his hand lightly.
His cock went instantly ramrod stiff.
He leaned forward slowly, his eyes on her skin, to nibble at her neck.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, rolling from her side to her belly.
Canyon followed her with his body, pinning her down, grinding against her ass.
He kissed his way down her body, throwing the flap of the sleeping bag open.
She sighed and moaned softly with pleasure, her eyes closed, one arm draped over her head, the other in his short hair.
He massaged her calves, then her thighs, kissing and nipping at her.
She rolled onto her back, maneuvering one leg around him, so he knelt between her legs.
He bent over her and kissed the junction where her left thigh met her torso, his cock a thick weight between his legs.
She opened her eyes, locking gazes with him. In the starlight, her features were softer than normal, making her look fairy-like… or fox-like. He moved up her body to curl a hand around her nape and kiss her mouth roughly, his mind on one thing only.
Taking the female.
***
She responded eagerly to Canyon kiss, clutching his muscular arms. She hadn’t fallen back asleep after changing Timber’s bandage, only watched the stars twinkle and thought about what her life would look like if she really were Canyon’s mate.
It seemed unfathomable, but the depth of her desire kept her hopeful.
When he’d woken, she’d known instantly, and she’d hoped he would kiss her.
Starved for his touch, she pulled her shirt off.
Canyon growled and dipped his head to nip at her breasts, sending shivers of pleasure up and down her body.
She stretched arms overhead, then turned on her belly, lifting her ass to grind into him.
He nipped at her back, making her shiver, then growled thickly, running a finger down her spine.
He kissed her tailbone, her hips, the small of her back, up to her shoulders again.
Sage sighed with pleasure, her eyes closed.
He positioned himself above her, strong hands on either side of her shoulders, bulge pressed against her ass.
She ran her hands up and down the sinewy forearm next to her head, kissing it, then twisted to look up at the male towering over her.
He was backlit by stars, his strong jaw clenched, looking impossibly handsome.
She ran her hands over his 6-pack and his pecs.
He took off his boxers. His thick cock stood straight up and she grasped it, pulling a strangled noise from him. He slid his fingers between her legs, sliding them on her swollen lips.
She whispered his name breathily, then lifted her hips, beckoning him.
He teased her only, whispering featherlight touches across all her most tender places, until she was panting.
He knelt over her, nipping at her breasts, and she ran her hands through his soft hair.
He nudged her legs apart and lowered his body between them, then took his cock in his hand and slid it against her.
She cried out quietly, and encouraged him, wanting him inside her, wanting him to know her like she knew him. She stared at the stars and Canyon entered her with a gentle thrust, kissing her neck. He was so big, filling her painfully at first.
“So big,” she moaned, holding him back. “Go slow.”
He stilled and kissed her, only the head of his cock inside her.
He kissed her gently, sweetly even, and plied her nipple, lazily thumbing first one, then the other, then kissing them.
He pulled out, making her reach for him, but he was already kissing his way down her body, down her thighs, down her knees.
“Sexy in the moonlight,” he growled.
Sage pulled him by the shoulders, maneuvering him up until she could reach his cock and guide him back to her.
He didn’t thrust, only let her put it inside.
She kissed him, then ground on him, pulling him deeper, feeling only pleasure now.
He stayed relaxed and let her move him around, until she’d taken him fully, and then he took over.
He kissed her and set an easy rhythm, plying her lips and sucking on her tongue, spreading kisses across her collarbone and up the column of her neck to her ears. She sighed, pleasure building inside her, refusing to think about if they should be doing this or not.
Canyon pulled out and turned her on her belly.
He growled, long and low, then entered her gently, moving at a slow pace, until he was as deep as he could get. He withdrew, then thrust again, still growling.
Pleasure gripped Sage around her core with his slow, tormentingly sensual pace, roving her body with his mouth. She arched her back and writhed beneath him.
“Touch yourself,” he growled, guiding her fingers and pressing them against her. She was close to orgasm already, and she didn’t want to come yet, so she resisted him.
He released her hand, then caressed her clit expertly with his thumb. She stiffened as pleasure moved through her, unbidden.
***
Canyon thrust evenly, his eyes on Sage’s creamy skin, feeling her clench around his cock pleasurably.
He palmed her hair into a thick ponytail and pulled it to the side, exposing her neck and shoulder, keeping his pace steady.
He growled, feeling his canines lengthen.
He fell on her, biting and growling and thrusting, blood flowing in his mouth, his orgasm merging with hers, her cries of pleasure loud in his ears.
Canyon shuddered, the last drops of his release wringing from him. He dropped onto his elbows, his body satisfied, his mind alarmed. His bite mark in Sage’s skin healed, then scabbed over in seconds, into a nondescript scar while Sage was still breathing heavily.
Canyon stared out the tent flap at the darkness. Had he made a mistake? He pulled out and laid next to Sage.
“If I messed up by biting you, I’ll ah—I’ll take responsibility. That was on me.”
She covered her hand with her mouth, twisting to look at him. “What?” she asked, her voice scared.
He shook his head, his eyes on the first pieces of brightening sky
“Wings come out when a One True Mate is claimed. There were no wings.”
Her eyes widened. “I’m not—?”
He shook his head almost imperceptibly.