Tank
Foxfire disappears over the edge of the balcony. Her white tail streaks as she runs up the rise and disappears into the woods.
"Goddammit." I shuck my clothes and call my wolf. The world tilts as I turn. As soon as I right myself, I run after her. Her trail is red hot and easy to follow.
I keep to the shadows as she leads me into the heart of town. People might not notice a little fox, but they will definitely pay attention to a big wolf. Luckily, there aren't any cars.
I duck my head and lope across the concrete and hope no one wants a wolf pelt in front of their fireplace. Regular bullets can't kill a werewolf, but they still hurt.
Damn you, little fox. My heart is rammed up in my throat, thinking of all the things that might go wrong out here, showing our animals in public. Someone's out there looking for Foxfire, and we're in a town where there might be shifters. She isn't safe running around in fox form.
She leads me to the marketplace, abandoned for the night. When I catch up, she's sniffing around one of the booths.
I bark at her. She automatically crouches, ducking her head. Her fox knows submission, even if my beautiful girl sometimes fights it.
I trot toward her, and the scent hits me, surrounding me. Fox. And not Foxfire-but another shifter. A fox shifter has been here, in this booth.
Foxfire faces me, her ears standing up and her tail wagging.
See? she seems to say.
I jerk my head toward the hotel. Head back. She doesn't protest. We lope back together, my larger body casting a shadow over her smaller one. Two animals might attract attention but not as much as two naked humans. Luckily, there's a little hill under our second-story room, and no one else is on the balcony. With a running jump I reach the railing and clear it. I turn and wait for the little fox to come. Her leap isn't as high and I catch her by the scruff of the neck. I carry her in like this and set her down, fixing her with another glare.
She's not afraid of me at all. Of course not, my wolf points out. She's our mate.
I shift first, grunting with the force and speed of the change. I stride to the balcony door and close it.
"Change, Foxfire. Now."
She does and curls up for a moment, shivering. Shifting is still hard for her. "Did you smell it?" she says as soon as she can catch her breath. "There's someone like me. Another fox."
"That's good, baby. You did good." I kneel to tip some water into her mouth, holding the bottle until she can sit up. It doesn't take as long as the last time. She's getting stronger. My wolf approves.
"Do we have any more steak?" she asks.
I pull out the last one left over from room service from the mini-fridge, sit on the bed and pat my lap. She curls up and I feed her. It's a simple act, but it deeply satisfies my wolf. When she's finished eating, I make her drink the rest of the water. I hold her the whole time. Fits right in my arms like she was made for me.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow we can track the shifter, right?"
"Yes. But we do it my way. Less chance of getting buckshot in our ass." Stern tone.
She squirms like it excites her to be in trouble. "Yes."
I cage her throat in my hand without applying any pressure. "You know what naughty foxes get?"
"Punishment?" Her pulse hammers against my palm. No fear in her scent. Just anticipation. And arousal.
I slip my hand between her legs and brush the pad of my middle finger over her clit. She throws her head back over my shoulder, arching her breasts toward my mouth. She's so fucking responsive.
I've never met another female-human or shifter-whose body is so clearly mine to command. Foxfire-the crazy hippie child-turns into a certifiable porn star every time we touch. Ready and willing to take anything I give her, no matter how rough. Willing to serve, too. I've never had a female so generous with her mouth on my cock before.
"Get up on your hands and knees, baby," I direct.
She scrambles to obey, wagging her beautiful ass in my face. I stand up beside the bed and arrange her hips in my direction, letting a slap fall on one cheek.
"Is this what you wanted?" I squeeze her bare cheek, and deliver another smack.
"Yes." Her breath leaves in a gust.
"You sure?"
"Yes, please," she whispers, not quite a plea.
I hardly recognize the growl coming from my mouth. I slip my digits between her legs, again, stroke her slick folds. "You're wet."
"Well, yeah. You're naked."
"Naughty little fox." My hand claps her bottom and strokes her slit again.
"Yes." She wriggles as I tease her sweet spot, her fingers clawing at the covers.
I keep her on the edge, alternating light smacks with frigging her clit until she's moaning with need. I want to plow into her, fuck her until tomorrow, but my wolf is right below the surface. The full moon was last night, so the urge to mark her shouldn't be getting stronger, but it is.
I pick up her hips and flip her around to face me. "Suck me," I order roughly, because I need relief or I'm going to do something I regret.
She parts those sexy lips and engulfs my cock with her hot mouth. "That's it, baby."
She goes to town on me, trying to swallow me down deep, driving me crazy.
I let out a curse.
She pops off and nips my thigh, teeth sharp as a fox's. Her animal is right at the edge, too.
I roar, my wolf mad to mark her, to dominate my little fox and show her which one of us does the biting.
She kneels up, licking her glossy lips. "Oops. Sorry." Her mock innocence is too much for my self-control. To keep myself from taking her, I push her down on her belly with a hand at her nape and smack her wriggling ass.