by Renee Rose
She arches her back and thrusts her bottom at me. “Harder,” she orders. “more.”
“You don’t give the orders here.” I thrust my fingers into her sopping pussy. It would be too rough if she wasn’t so very wet.
“Fuck, Kit, you’re so ready. You want me?”
“Yes,” she moans, her head dropping to the bed. “Yes please.”
“Gonna fuck this pussy. But not tonight. Tonight, I feast.” I lie on my back, pulling her to straddle me. She blinks, dazed, her hair falling around her face as she looks down at me. Her nipples stand at attention. Her scent surrounds me.
My hands steady her hips. She tries to move off me and I grip her tighter. “Gonna eat you. Grind into my face, baby. Get your orgasm, take it all.” I tug her lower and growl right into her pussy. “That’s an order.”
Her hips drop and she does as I command, rocking back and forth, rubbing against my face. I open wide and eat her, my tongue driving up into her tight hole, my fingers digging into her heated ass cheeks. She gasps and grinds harder, a huge moan rising from her lithe body. Her thighs clench on either side of my head. Fuck, I want to reach my cock and jack off, but if I let go, she’ll topple right over.
Her orgasm strikes like lightning and I fight to keep her upright, as her body is wracked with spasm after spasm. My arms prop her as I tongue her as deep as I can, loving the feel of her inner muscles clenching on me.
“Fuck, you’re gonna feel so good on my cock.”
With a final cry, she tips over, and I let her, rising up to arrange her on the bed. I kneel over her, a conquering warrior surveying his claim. Her pussy is soft and wet, raw and red from my beard. She’ll take my cock there, but not tonight. Tonight I mark her as mine.
I jerk my cock over her prone body. With lazy eyes she reaches up to help and I wrap my hand over her little one, tugging on my cock until my seed spurts over her body. I grab her wrist. “Touch it. Spread it over yourself.” I wait until she smears my cum all over her goosebumped flesh.
I don’t know where this is going, but tonight, she’s mine. When I kissed her by the door, I set her aside. She chose to follow me into the bathroom. To strip naked in the hall and beckon me into the bedroom. She had a chance to avoid this, and she chose me.
For better or worse her fate is sealed. But she doesn’t seem to mind.
When she’s done painting her flesh with my cum, she brings her fingers to her mouth. And licks them clean.
Fates. I’m done.
Jordy lies sweet and sated in my bed. I get a cloth and clean her, admiring every mark I’ve made on her body. Of course, that leads to me kissing every inch of her reddened flesh, from her flushed cheeks to her well spanked ass. I end up laying her over my lap again, holding her down by the scruff of her neck while my fingers work her to a final orgasm.
When the timer on the crock pot goes off, I have to fight to bring her back to reality. “Kit. Baby, time to eat.”
She’s so wrung out and droopy, I have to prop her up in my lap and hold little bites to her mouth, feeding her bit by bit. Which suits me just fine. Between bites, I kiss her, tasting the gravy. She sits up more once I get some food into her, her face still flushed from all her orgasms.
“Bad bear,” she murmurs, tracing a finger around my mouth. I nip at it.
“Bad fox, coming into my house, eating all my meat and sleeping in my bed.”
She pouts at the crock pot. “This meat’s too hot.” She looks at the piece I’m holding. “This meat is too cold.” She wriggles in my lap and despite getting off twice my cock thickens. “This meat is just right.”
“Bad fox,” I growl, and hold my hand to her mouth. “Open.”
She obeys, waiting for me to place the bite in her mouth.
“I’ll feed you my meat as often as I can.”
“Mmmm.”
I put another bite up to her lips, and she shakes her head, diverting it to my mouth. I eat the portion meant for her, and when she reaches into the stew pot, I let her continue to feed me as I fed her. I indulge her, licking the gravy off her fingers.
“Enough,” I say between sucking on her fingers. I lift her and carry her back to the bed.
“You need to eat more.”
“I’d rather eat you.”
“You already did.”
“I want more.”
She laughs.
“Later. Maybe.” I set her down and arrange the pillows behind her. “Right now I gotta clean up. You stay,” I order her when she starts to follow me. “I want you to relax.”
“Okay, Grizz,” she says happily. I hand her the sketch pad and she thanks me again.
“I’ll draw something for you.”
“I’d rather you draw something for yourself.”
She cocks her head. “Like what?”
I hold out my arm and flex my biceps under my tattooed sleeve. “You like my ink?”
Her eyes are hooded, drowsy with desire. Fates, it’s such a turn on.
“You can get a tattoo of your own, you know. If you want, you can cover up the scars.”
“Do you think I should?” She bites her lip.
“I think you’re beautiful as you are. But if they bother you, yeah, Kit. Draw something to ink over them. They’re part of you now. Might as well make them something beautiful.”
“All right,” she says softly. “I’ll see what I can draw.”
“Good girl.”
I leave her to it, knees drawn up, sketch pad in front of her, tongue peeking out as she concentrates. Cute little Kit.
I clean up the kitchen, puttering, marveling that this could be my life. Doing domestic things while a sweet little vixen waits in my bed.
My machine is blinking with a message I got just after 7 pm. I hit the play button and go back to the dishes. A rasping voice comes on, one I vaguely recognize. I freeze.
“Grizzly.” A pause and the speaker breathes hard and angry. Teeth click—a vampire grinding his fangs. My hackles rise at the sound. “You got something of mine. I want it back.” The message ends.
So Augustine figured out who took his pet fox. He wants her back.
“Too fucking bad,” I tell the message machine. If that leech was here I’d—
A soft noise makes me whirl. Jordy stands in the kitchen entryway, wide-eyed. She meets my stare with her horrified one.
“Go back to bed,” I say, without a push to make it an order. I want to go back in time and erase the message. Or better yet, to the time before her family sold her, so I could find her, seduce her and steal her away.
Too bad time doesn’t work like that.
“Was that—” Her lip trembles. More than anything I want to hold her.
“Yes.” I go to hit the delete button and she stays my hand. She hits replay and we both listen to the message again. This time, when I go to delete it she doesn’t stop me.
“Did he have your number?”
“No. Must have got it out of the books at Toxic.” I try to sound bored. My information is in the king’s files, same as everyone. “It’s okay. My address isn’t listed.”
“He’ll come for me.”
“He doesn’t know where you are. It’s okay, Kit, I got this.”
I go to the door and check the locks, just in case. Making this place my den will keep a vampire from coming over the threshold, but won’t keep out other thieves. Fortunately, they’ll probably all be human. I’m the only shifter I know who will work with a vampire.
Humans, I can take.
When I turn back, Jordy’s still by the answering machine, frozen.
“It’s all right,” I tell her again.
“You gotta let me go,” she whispers.
“Fuck no.” I cross to her and tug her to me. She squirms and I clamp down tighter. “It’s not happening.”
“Grizz, please.” Normally I like the sound of her begging, but not now. “He knows you got me. He’s not gonna stop.”
“He’s not getting you back—”
“He’ll kill you,” she blurts. Her pupils are blown. Full panic.
“He can try.” I pick her up, shaking her a little. “Calm down, Kit.”
“He’s a vampire!”
“And I kill vampires,” I snarl in her face. She stills in shock. Fuck, my secret’s out. “I kill vampires,” I repeat, quieter. I’m not mad at her. My hand itches a little, wanting to reach for the juice. I got enough blood and rage right now, I could fight the world, and win.
“You just said you killed one. That it was luck.”
“The first one I fought I didn’t kill. I got away, and that was luck,” I admit. “He killed someone I loved.” I swallow. I haven’t told anyone but Frangelico this. And I only told him so he’d know how serious I was about our alliance.
Jordy is silent and still, waiting. Or maybe she’s just trying to process what I’ve told her.
I carry her to the bed and sit, keeping her in my lap.
“It happened when I was a teen. Soon after I’d turned. A vampire was…hunting. He got a taste for shifters or maybe my mom just surprised him.”
“And you were there?”
“Not until too late. He killed her.” For a moment reality dips away. I see a galley kitchen, a wooden table, blood spilling down the wall and dripping down to the body crumpled behind the chair. “I tracked him down and barely escaped with my life. That was before I learned how to fight vampires.” I hadn’t killed the vampire murderer, but I had spilled his blood. Licking my wounds later, I felt the buzz, the burst of energy, and I figured out how I could have my revenge.
“I’m sorry,” Jordy says softly. Her face swims into view.
“It was a long time ago. I haven’t seen the bastard since.”
“But you’re still looking.”
“Yeah. As soon as I’m done with this job, I’ll go back to my hunt.”
“Does…” she hesitates.
“Ask.”
“Does Frangelico know you’re hunting a vampire?”
“He does. That’s why I partner with him. He knows my past. He supports my quest. That’s why I can’t own you, Kit. I gotta let you go. I’m not…I can’t be in a relationship.”
“So you are going to release me.”
“Not yet,” I growl more loudly than I mean to. “Not until I’ve dealt with Augustine. Punished him for what he’s done to you.”
“Grizz.” Her small hands cup my face. “You can’t keep me here.”
“I’m going to keep you safe.”
“He’ll come after you. I don’t want you to be hurt because of me. I’m not worth it,” she says, sadness flaring in her scent.
“You are to me. Don’t you ever say that again. You’re worth everything. I wanna give you the whole world.”
“Grizz.” She closes her eyes.
“I’m not giving you back to that leech,” I swear savagely. “He used you and abused you. He doesn’t get you back. Ever.”
“You can’t keep me from running to him.”
“The hell I can’t.” My bear snarling for vampire blood, I rise up and throw her over my shoulder.
Jordy
I push up to see where Grizz is taking me. He goes to his drawers and rummages around. His big hand claps down on my ass when I struggle.
“Be still.”
“Grizz, c’mon. Be reasonable.” I’d submit if I wasn’t so terrified for him. At any moment Augustine could drive up and attack.
“He can’t get in, Kit. I have a threshold. This place is my home.”
“He can send people in.”
“Humans,” he snorts as if that says it all.
“They might have guns.”
“I can heal before a bullet kills me.”
“Not a bullet to the head.” I argue. Stubborn bear. He tromps back to the bed and tosses me down. What can I say to make him care about his safety? “And what about me? I might get caught in the crossfire.”
“Yep. Already thought of that.” He’s got a rope in his hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Tying you to the bed.” He grabs my wrist and starts to secure one arm to the headboard.
Normally, the thought of big, beautiful Grizz tying me up would make me ecstatic. Tonight, I just want to howl. “That won’t work,” I snap. I’ve never been this feisty in my life. Grizz is rubbing off on me. He gets close to my face and I bare my teeth. I’ll gnaw out of anything he puts me in.
“Fine.” He grits out. Face like stone, he straightens and winds the rope around his wrist.
“What are you doing?” He’s not holding me down, but I’m too curious to run.
“Tying you to me.” He reaches for me and I scramble away. I get as far as the door before he snatches me. He’s fast as a vampire. Of course he can catch me. With one arm around my middle, he carries me back and drapes me face down over his lap.
“What are you doing?” I squawk.
“Punishment, Kit.”
“No,” I cry, but he’s already spanking me. Not too hard—not even close. If we were playing, I’d tell him I can take it a lot harder. All his palm is doing is turning me on.
Bad bear!
He slaps my butt and I kick my legs, howling.
“I thought you were submissive,” he chuckles. His fingers graze my pussy and I shriek louder. “Nevermind. You’re dripping wet.”
He tips me back up. Before I can protest, he’s looped our wrists together. I don’t know how he ties a knot one handed, but when it’s done, I tug and tug and nothing. He pulls his arm back, grinning right in my face.
“You’re stuck now.”
“How are you gonna fight a vampire tied to me?”
“Don’t need to fight a vampire. Augustine isn’t gonna find us tonight. Way I see it, I just gotta keep you tied to me so I can get a little rest. If you keep struggling, Kit, I can fuck you into compliance.”
I suck in a breath. Like that will deter me. I want to say. But I have to be strong. “You think that will work?”
“Yeah.” He cups my pussy with his other hand. “I do.”
It’s so annoying, but he’s not wrong. His fingers stroke me and I still, not wanting him to stop.
He does and I sigh, trying to remember what we were arguing about.
He holds up our bound wrists.
“You can gnaw through this. But you might hurt me. And if you leave tonight, Jordy, and run from me, you will hurt me.”
My breath catches as pain stabs my heart. There’s no way I can run from him now.
I stay awake a long time after he turns the light off, my mind spinning even as he holds me tight, safe, and warm. Wondering if he knows the truth I’ve realized: the rope around my wrist is the least of the ties that bind me to him.
Chapter 12
Grizz
The scent of sizzling bacon hits my nose, and I jerk awake. Instantly I’m reaching for something, groping the bed beside me. Jordy. The place next to me is still warm, but my hand comes up empty. Something hits my face and I flail until I realize what it is. Rope. The one I wound around our wrists. Fuck.
I’m on my feet and halfway down the hall before I link the smell of bacon to Jordy’s absence. I hit the kitchen and brake. She’s standing in front of the stove, dressed in nothing but one of my t-shirts, frying bacon. She got free, but she stayed with me.
“Hey.” Her cheek curves in my direction and every bit of blood in me rushes to my dick. I lean against a cupboard, gritting my teeth against the demands of my morning wood.
“Did you sleep all right?” She covers the pan and turns fully to me. Her eyes snag on my erection. “Is that for me?” She colors sweetly, and padding over, drops to her knees in front of me. Her head tips back and her smile almost brings me to my knees. “Let me take care of you.”
Oh hell, yes.
She grips the base of my cock to make it jut out even further and swirls her tongue around the head.
A shudder of pleasure runs through me, striking at the base of my spine. “
Fuck, Kit.” I tangle my fingers into her hair, tighten them into a fist. She lifts her eyes to mine as she takes me deep into her mouth, then down the back of her throat. I have to force myself not to think about the fucker who trained her to do this. I should be grateful because it’s the best damn blowjob of my life. Nothing compares to the feel of her swallowing me back.
I use my fist in her hair to direct her movements, pulling her on and off my cock. My thighs start to shake, balls tighten. Between her hands, lips, and clever darting tongue, I spurt into her mouth before the bacon burns.
Breakfast is good too.
“Damn, Kit, you can cook.”
She smiles down at her plate. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Fuck, yes,” I swear vehemently and she laughs. “No one’s cooked for me since…” I hesitate and her eyes fly to mine. “Since my mom,” I tell her honestly. “I haven’t even shared a meal with anyone.”
“I’m sorry.” She reaches over and squeezes my hand. I catch it and turn it over, cradling it in my rough fight-worn paws. It’s like catching a little bird. Small, soft, fragile. Unmarred.
“Me too.”
After a moment, she slips into my lap. My dick’s already responding, but I wait to see what she’ll do. Cupping my face in her hands she sets her forehead against mine. She rubs her face against mine and fuck if it doesn’t feel like absolution. The tightness in my chest eases a little.
Fates, she makes me soft.
“You eat enough?” I ask brusquely, and when she nods, I order her off my lap. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”
She doesn’t ask questions, just obeys, and I shepherd her out of my den and onto my bike.
She still doesn’t ask questions, even when I pull up to the battered black storefront with a sign in red script proclaiming “Custom Tattoos.” She hops off the bike and lets me guide her forward with my hand at her back.
“Guy here works on shifters. He did this.” I hold up my scarred arm, the one with the full sleeve. “He does all the wolf pack’s ink.” I pull her sketch book out of my jacket. “We got a few hours. Figured you could draw something and get it, if you like.”
