by Emma Dean
But she trusted him and because of that she stayed in the binding willingly.
Ash removed her bra and then bent his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. The sensation made her gasp and arch into him. When he sucked, it shot right to her pussy and Kenzie felt her panties get soaked.
She wanted more. “Please,” she begged. Not even sure what she wanted exactly, just that she needed it right now.
There was no rushing him. Ash took his time sucking her nipple until it was hard and taut. Then he turned to the other one and Kenzie squirmed underneath him, trying to get some relief from the hard length of him pressed up against her.
But Ash placed a hand on her hip and held her down. The message was crystal clear. She was his prisoner and he would take his time giving her what he wanted to. It made her groan and cry out when he nipped her hard enough to sting.
“Ash,” she breathed. “Please hurry the fuck up.”
He chuckled and kissed between her breasts. “So impatient, Kenzie. Maybe I should teach you some manners.”
At that point she wanted whatever he would give her, but she wasn’t stupid enough to say so out loud. Kenzie had a feeling if she agreed he would torture her relentlessly and even though a part of her wanted that – not tonight.
Tonight she wanted him as close to her as physically possible – as close as two people could be without becoming one.
Ash kissed a trail down the center of her body, running his large hands down her arms and then her neck. All she could do was take it – take it and memorize the feel of him as those hands caressed her breasts when he settled lower and then tore off her underwear.
The heat of his mouth felt so good, but he only sucked on her clit for a few seconds before that tongue of his licked from bottom to top. Kenzie moaned, lifting her hips, trying to get more of him as he took his sweet time running his hands lovingly down her sides and then under.
He lifted her up and buried his face in her pussy, sucking and licking and kissing every inch of her until Kenzie felt like she might explode from the sensation alone. But Ash knew. He knew it wasn’t enough to get her off, not this time.
No, Kenzie needed him. She needed him seated as deep inside her as he could get. If he split her in half it would be worth it.
“Ask me nicely.” Ash lifted his head and watched her as his thumb rubbed little circles into her clit and Kenzie almost lost it right then and there.
“Please, Ash,” she managed. Her thighs trembled as he kept the pace even and the pressure—Jesus. “Would you please make love to me?”
It wasn’t the request he’d been anticipating. Ash tilted his head and studied her, not even distracted by her tits. “You want me to make love to you?” he asked. “Are you sure?”
Kenzie could hear his unspoken question – the real one. Did she love him? Did she want him to love her instead of holding back like they always did because all of them were so afraid of a permanent bond?
“I’m sure.” Even though she couldn’t say it out loud yet, she wanted this. Kenzie wanted these foxes – even Hunter in his own way.
Because how was she supposed to live without them now that she knew what it was like to have them all in her life?
Ash sat up on his knees and gripped himself, watching her like he wasn’t sure she was serious. Kenzie nodded. “I want this.”
He guided his cock to her entrance, pressing just hard enough there was pressure, but didn’t slide in. “Tell me, Kenzie.” Her heart pounded as she wondered what he would ask her. “Do you love me?”
So the quiet one was the first to ask.
Kenzie supposed it made sense in a twisted way. Ash didn’t like to beat around the bush. His games weren’t sly or crafty like Hunter’s. They weren’t disguised as something else as Finnick’s were. They were right there out in the open, saying ‘I’m here to win.’
“Maybe a little,” she said, inhaling sharply when he rewarded her with one measly inch. “Okay maybe more than a little.”
Ash slowly slid inside until his hips were pressed against hers and she was full – stretched. The way he looked at her, Kenzie knew he saw more than just her body. But even she didn’t know all of what Ash saw. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her sweetly. “I think I knew I was in this for good when you told me not to fart in your face.”
Her surprised laugh was cut off by an embarrassingly loud moan when he slid out and thrust back in, hard. Fates, Ash knew exactly what he was doing and she clenched around him, on the edge and ready.
“I don’t want it soft,” she told him. “It’s not that kind of love.”
Understanding filled his eyes and Ash nodded. “I think I know exactly what you mean.”
Then he pounded in and out, taking her rough and hard, using her body while he held her gaze. Kenzie felt those tears prick her eyes again as she watched him, as she took it, letting it build and then crest.
No, they didn’t have the soft and gentle kind of love normal people had. Kenzie and her foxes were damaged – ruined by the world, but made stronger every time it tried to kill them. They were all survivors. Feral little beasts that would rather gnaw their own arms off before letting someone take them captive.
It was the kind of love that hurt even as it healed. It burned and burned and it would tear the world apart if it had to.
And Ash made love to her like he had something to prove, like he wanted to take her apart piece by piece and then put her back together again, filling in the cracks and holes the world had left with parts of his own body.
When he roared his release, it made the glass tremble and Kenzie felt him break inside just a little as he collapsed on top of her, as she stroked his slick back. Her legs trembled, but still she held him close.
Then that bond between her and Ash became rock hard and unbreakable. It settled in her chest and her mind and for a moment, she was two people before it faded into the background.
Fates help anyone who tried to take them from her again.
Chapter Eighteen
Finnick
Kenzie and Ash got home late. Finnick had stayed up waiting for them.
It wasn’t just that he didn’t like the idea of them on open water.
He’d seen it on TV a thousand times. The person watching out for the chick stayed up late watching stupid shows and maybe fell asleep. Maybe they read a book.
Finnick was reading one of Kenzie’s graphic novels and trying not to worry about that stupid fucking boat sinking in the bay when he heard the car pull up around one in the morning. He jumped to his feet and ran to the front window, pulling the curtains aside just enough to see them.
They both look tired, but happy. At least they’d survived the boat, and that ridiculous challenge Ash had taken her to. Finnick had been a little worried she wouldn’t agree and they’d be home way too early, pissed off and generally making things unpleasant in the house for everyone.
Ash carried her shoes like the gentleman he was and followed her up the stairs to the front door.
Shit.
Finnick ran up the stairs to the top floor and slipped into his room, closing his door just enough he could still see Kenzie’s room.
The father figure always yelled for them to stop kissing on the front porch but this wasn’t the same thing. They all lived in the same fucking house for one, and two: he didn’t want to stop them from kissing if that meant things worked out for Ash.
The other fox had it bad. Finnick could see it and he knew what it was like from experience. Kenzie was magnetic. There was so much fire and spirit in her – he couldn’t help but be drawn to her like a moth to the flame.
And every time some shit went down – she had hers together. Kenzie was a badass warrior and she’d ruined him for any other woman ever again. Finnick wasn’t sure when he was going to tell her he’d accepted the bond, but he would…when the time was right.
Whenever the fuck that was.
Their voices grew louder as they came up the stairs. Finnick
couldn’t focus on what they were saying when he scented blood.
Before freaking out, he waited until the two of them came into view.
Ash looked more haggard than usual. Kenzie seemed tired and she wore Ash’s sweat pants and shirt. They both smiled and Ash gave her a pretty decent kiss, but it was hard to tell. The other fox wasn’t huge, but he dwarfed Kenzie. His big stupid shoulders made it hard to see anything.
It didn’t seem like it was new blood, but Finnick’s hackles were still raised at the hint of copper on the air. What the fuck had they been doing that there was blood? Had Kenzie gotten hurt during the challenge?
Hunter and Finnick had covered for them. They’d gone out and fetched two more from Brad’s list of naughty behavior so Kenzie and Ash could enjoy their date without interruption. They shouldn’t be the ones smelling like battle.
He almost went out there, but then Ash said goodnight and went down the hall to his own room. Kenzie watched him go before heading inside hers.
Finnick narrowed his eyes and sniffed the air again. They definitely had sex, but the scent of blood was confusing him.
Screw it.
Padding down the hall he stopped in front of Kenzie’s door and listened for a moment before knocking.
“Come in.”
Why did her voice always promise sex?
Finnick eased the door open a little and peered through the crack.
She was naked already.
He pushed it open wide and stared at the marks on her stomach. They looked suspiciously like claw marks.
“So…” he drawled. “Was a demon sacrifice part of your date as well?”
Kenzie rifled through her clothes. Something about the fact that she didn’t give a shit what he saw made him want to bend her over the dresser. But he resisted. Barely.
“How did I know you were going to be the one at my door?” she asked wryly, slipping on a shirt.
No sex then. Fine. Finnick shrugged. Sex wasn’t the only thing he wanted. “I’d like for you to answer my question. I don’t appreciate when my mate comes home in more pain than when she left. Tell me what happened.”
Kenzie sighed and slipped on a pair of sexy little boy-short underwear. She climbed into her bed, ass in the air, knowing exactly what she was doing. “Ash took the memory charm Selene made near the end of our date. It didn’t go well, but no one actually died.”
His nostrils flared as he took that in, trying not to think too much about what ‘it didn’t go well’ meant. “So neither one of you thought it was a good idea to call us and let us know? Or I don’t know, do that here?”
“I tried to get him to take it here, but he said he trusted me. He wanted to get it over with.” She slid under the covers and eyed him. “It was rough, though we made it through.”
Finnick was pissed, but they were both adults.
Adults who had stupidly put themselves in danger. On a boat. In the middle of the water.
“I still don’t like it. And you have new runes I see.”
“Had to get him out.” She snuggled under the blanket and laid down like she was going to fall asleep even with him glaring at her.
Finnick sighed, letting his anger drain away. It was pointless to stay mad when everyone was fine, but he didn’t like the sneaking suspicion that he almost lost both of them today and had had no idea.
He wasn’t going to be that obsessive psycho stalker no matter how much he wanted to be.
“Could I maybe sleep with you tonight?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair. Finnick just needed to be close to her, reassure his fox that she wasn’t going anywhere so he could fucking sleep.
Kenzie didn’t say anything, but she lifted the covers so he could climb in.
All the tension in his chest released and Finnick didn’t hesitate to slide right in, moving her away from the edge. Kenzie rolled onto her other side and he wrapped his body around hers, holding her close.
She smelled like the ocean and magic and that coppery tang, but she also smelled happy, content. It settled him even further and Finnick closed his eyes, breathing in that sweet scent of burnt sugar and mate.
If he could spend every night like this for the rest of his life he would die happy.
“How did you weasel your way in here already?” Ash asked.
The sound of his feet as he walked across the room was enough. He didn’t need to open his eyes to see the rueful look on Ash’s face. Finnick smiled and snuggled Kenzie closer, making her squeak.
“You two are terrible,” she muttered. “How am I going to ever sleep again when both of you are so needy?”
The bed dipped and then he felt Ash slide his hand between Kenzie and Finnick. He opened one eye. The other fox had his forehead against Kenzie’s. They were all close enough the warmth was nearly suffocating, but Finnick was too stubborn to move and Ash somehow managed to get even closer.
“Don’t touch my feet with your feet,” Finnick muttered, burying his face into the back of Kenzie’s neck.
“Shut up and go to sleep,” Ash grumbled, pulling Kenzie closer to him.
Finnick growled, tightening his hold on her.
“Both of you shut up and go to sleep or I’m kicking you out and I don’t care who started it.”
Both of them stilled at the threat, knowing she wouldn’t hesitate to follow through. In seconds Kenzie was asleep and breathing deep. Finnick met Ash’s eye and they stared at each other for a moment.
“I heard you almost died.”
“Apparently.”
Finnick loosened his grip on Kenzie so she was more centered between them. “I would have been annoyed if you’d died.”
Ash chuckled. “I love you too, Finnick. Get some sleep.”
The sun was what woke him up first. Then it was Ash’s hand over his waist. Finnick peeled his eyelids open, feeling a bit groggy but well rested for the first time since…well, since ever.
Ash was still sleeping which was a miracle in and of itself. Finnick couldn’t remember the last time the other fox had slept in past dawn, regardless of when he’d gone to sleep. The only thing that kept Ash alive was his ability to nap anywhere at any time for ten minute increments.
Kenzie shifted a little and Finnick kissed the back of her neck “How long have you been awake?” he asked.
“About twenty minutes,” she whispered. “But I didn’t want to wake you guys up.”
Finnick smiled at that and nipped her shoulder. “Want to play a game?”
Birds chirped outside her window and the fan that was always running ruffled the curtains. It was still cool but it would burn off soon.
“What game?” she breathed.
But Finnick could tell she had a guess. Her entire body went completely still as she waited for his answer.
“The game is keeping completely quiet, and don’t move otherwise you’ll wake Ash.”
Her slight inhale was music to his ears. Finnick slowly loosened his grip around her waist and pulled his hand back, careful not to hit Ash’s arm, but he did make sure to drag his fingers over Kenzie’s nipples.
Finnick watched as she clenched her lips together. He leaned forward just enough to lick her earlobe. “Wanna play?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He couldn’t help his delighted grin.
What should he start with then? Starting out slow would be good. Finnick ran his hand down her back, skipped over Ash’s arm and then put his hand right on her ass cheek and squeezed. Fuck, she had such a nice ass. It was big and round and curvy and his large palm couldn’t even hold one glorious cheek.
He caressed it again, watching as her breathing quickened, but she didn’t move. “Good girl,” he whispered. Then he slid his hand inside her panties so he could feel her soft skin.
Working around Ash’s arm was a pain in the ass, but it wasn’t just Kenzie playing the game. Finnick wanted to see if he could fuck her without waking up the other fox. It would take some doing but it was possible.
And if he woke up…well, then Finnick supposed the game changed into something else. Either way it was win-win.
Leaning back he scooted down just a little and then slipped his hand between her legs under her panties. He had to bite his lip to keep from groaning when she parted them just enough for him to find her clit. Then Finnick gently ran his fingers over her slick folds.
Fuck, she was already so wet and he’d woken up hard as a rock.
Kenzie gasped when he slid in a finger. They both froze, waiting to see if Ash would wake up, but the big guy was passed the fuck out. So Finnick slid in a second finger, stroking her walls slowly.
Her top thigh trembled as she parted her legs even further. Finnick nearly lost it then and there. He would never get over the fact that this glorious fucking woman wanted him. She wanted him, body and soul.
Sliding his fingers out he found that little button that always made her go wild. Slowly he rubbed her, trying not to press his dick against her ass because if he did it was going to be all over. Finnick was so hard it hurt and his cock strained against his sweats.
He kept rubbing, listening to the way she breathed in little gasps. When his hand was completely soaked he pulled out and kissed her shoulder, and then pulled down his sweats just enough his cock was free.
Finnick slowly, carefully pulled down her little boy-shorts.
One hand gripped her hip to hold her in place and the other guided his cock between her thighs. Finnick rubbed his head on her lips, eyes rolling in the back of his head at the sensation. God she was so wet and hot.
Then he pushed in slowly, letting his dick do the work of spreading her.
Kenzie pressed back into him and Finnick had to bite her shoulder to keep from cursing out loud. That was his mistake, because she fucking lost it. His mate pushed back again harder and groaned, grabbing Ash’s face to kiss the hell out of him.
Watching her kiss him with his dick in her…Finnick thrust hard and watched as Ash’s eyes shot open. The other fox was confused for half a second before he took in Finnick’s thrusting and then he kissed her back.
