I sob in ecstasy as he splits me in two, shatters me. He releases my hair and wraps a large hand around my nape to hold me in place for his brutal thrusts.
His movements grow jerky, breath short. "Fuck, Kit. Fuck! You better come now, little fox." He slams in doubly hard for four more thrusts and then stays deep. I swear I feel the hot stream of his cum fill me as I shake and squeeze and scream out my own release.
Stars explode behind my eyes. Pleasure engulfs me. I sink into the total ecstasy of release.
I barely register Grizz pulling out and carrying me into the shower.
Grizz
TAKING care of Jordy satisfies me as much as claiming her. I love the way she trusts me completely. There's no resistance, no walls up. She stands under the spray of the water and lets me suds her from head to toe.
She's still blissed out from her orgasm. Almost as drugged as the subs look leaving Toxic. Which is a relief, because I'm not sure I'm into giving her much more pain than a few spanks to color her ass.
I turn off the water and climb out. "Wait here, Kit. I'll get you a towel."
She nods, eyes still glazed, cheeks flushed pink from the steam and heat. I grab a towel, cursing inwardly that I don't have any newer, softer towels. My little fox deserves something more luxurious against her delicate skin. I dry her off, then pull her back into the bedroom to get under the covers.
Yeah, I want to cuddle.
Me.
It's fucking strange, but beautifully true.
"I want you to draw me something," I tell her. "Anything. I want your mark on my body."
"I thought you said bears don't mark their mates."
I smile under her fingers. "This one does."
She smiles back, a little quirk of her mouth. "I'll draw you something."
"Or lots of things. I can cover all my scars."
"But I love your scars." With an impish wrinkle of her nose, she kisses down my chest, settling between my legs and browsing with her mouth at the slash across my abs until my body is tight and drawn up to the point of her mouth. Then and only then do her lips brush my cock. Her backside sways as she gets to work.
"Kit," I grate out. No, she's not a kit. She's a beautiful, full-grown female fox.
A vixen.
Grizz
A CRY WAKES ME. Jordy thrashes in my arms, fighting demons in her sleep.
I shake her gently. "Shh, baby, wake up."
She gasps and her eyes fly open, round and wide. "Grizz?"
"It's okay, shh." I rock her in my arms, feeling helpless. I wish I could fight the ones who prey on her in her nightmares. Never again, I vow. No vampire will touch you again.
She cries in my arms and I grope for the light, desperate. My hand falls on the sketch book.
"Here." I turn so she's in my lap and place the book in hers, along with the pencils. "Draw it."
"What?" She sniffles.
"You keep having nightmares," I explain. "You don't have to tell me what they are."
"I can't." She wipes her face. "I would if I could, but I don't fully remember. Just bits and pieces."
"It's okay. Draw it. Get it out."
A pause, then a shuddering sigh blows through her. Her pencil scratches over paper. I avert my gaze to give her privacy. No need to see what she draws until she's willing to show me.
I hold her like that until she murmurs she's done and sets the notebook aside. Then I curl up around her and hold her until her breathing evens and I know she's asleep.
MY BEAR WAKES me close to dusk. I know the hour even though no light reaches us in the bedroom. A lifetime of hunting vampires has trained me to come alert before nightfall. Time to be up and on the hunt.
For the first time, I don't want to move. I've got a beautiful vixen in my arms.
She's a restless sleeper, twitching and frowning, worry lines moving across her face like clouds. She slept still enough after I fucked her, though.
I wait until she whimpers to wake her. "Jordy? Wake up, baby. You're having a bad dream."
She comes awake with a strangled gasp. "Grizz?"
"I'm here." I snuggle her closer. "You're safe with me."
Her whole body instantly relaxes. I tip her back and brush her hair from her brow. "Another nightmare, Kit?"
With a sigh, she nods.
"You wanna draw it?"
"I'm okay." She burrows deeper into my hold. "I feel safe with you."
"I'm glad."
"I never thought I'd feel that way. Not in a hundred million years," she continues in a small voice.
My forehead creases. What the fuck did Augustine do to her, that she's tormented every time she sleeps?
"What time is it?" She stretches and yawns.
"Close to dusk. Maybe a little after. I gotta go."
"Do you have to?" She wriggles against me, waking delicious memories. And a monster-the one in my pants.
"Careful, Kit," I growl. She giggles and I kiss her, swallowing her laughter.
"All right, enough." I roll out of bed. "Rise and shine. Up and at 'em." I swat her as she dances from the bed into the direction of the bathroom. I want to pull her back to bed.
No! Bad bear. I need to head to the Fight Club to grab Benny, and take him to Frangelico for questioning. This hunt is close to being over. I can feel it.
I shake out the bed sheet and something flops to the floor. Jordy's sketch pad. I go to grab it when an image on the page hits my eye. I recoil like it's a rattlesnake.
"What is it?" Jordy asks from the doorway. She's wearing nothing but her button-down shirt, and it's not buttoned down. A second ago I would've been tempted.