The Billion-Were's Foxy Forever

by Georgette St. Clair

  “Ha. Try to outrun me.” He released her. The challenge in his voice stirred something fierce and defiant in her, and she turned and ran for the door. He was on her in seconds, scooping her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

  He set her down roughly on the bed and looked down at her.

  “Mine.” The raw possessiveness in his voice sent a rush of warmth through her body.

  He ran his hand over her breast as her nipples pebbled under the silky white bodice.

  “I cannot wait to get out of this dress,” she said, reaching back to unhook it. “I hate it with a fiery, burning passion that I normally only reserve for game shows and my sister’s fashion sense.”

  “If you hate it, I hate it too. In fact, it’s my mortal enemy.” He grabbed the neckline and reached down to tear it, ripping it all the way down to her waistline.

  “Oh,” she gasped in surprise and arousal. God, was he sexy when he went all beast on her.

  “It’s dead to me!” He ripped again, tearing it down to the hem. The dress fell open as she threw her head back and laughed.

  Then he bent down and bit the clasp holding the cups of her bra together, and the cups fell away.

  “I liked that bra!” she cried out in protest.

  “I’ll buy you a new one.”

  She shimmied out of her panties as he began kissing his way down her stomach. Then she slumped back on the bed, liquid with desire. He nipped and licked her belly, pausing to trace a circle of kisses around her navel. Finally he was between her legs, his hands roughly spreading her thighs apart.

  “Mine,” he whispered into her pussy, spreading her dewy lips open, his breath fanning her heated flesh. “Say it.”

  “Yes…yours…” she gasped. His mouth closed over the small pink pearl of her clit, and he sucked hard, wrenching a cry of pleasure from her.

  She tangled her fingers in his hair, moaning wordlessly as he tortured and teased her with light nips and swirls of his talented tongue.

  Her body was filling with liquid heat that lapped over her in waves. The rest of the universe melted away. There was nothing but Austin and his mouth, driving her mad with desire. Then two fingers slid inside her, gently stroking her slick walls as he dragged his tongue over her clit again and again.

  “Yessss…” she wailed. She was on the brink… She was almost…

  He pulled away, wrenching her back from the precipice, and her muscles clenched in protest. She burned for the release that only he could give her, her whole body pulsing with need.

  “You bastard!” she whimpered.

  “But I’m your bastard.” He moved up her until he was pressing down on her with the weight of his hard, muscular body, lying between her thighs. “Only yours.”

  He cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I own your heart. Your body. Your orgasms. And you own mine.” Her lips parted and she let out a soft whimper of agreement. She was trying to make it sound like “Yes”, but she was so dazed with lust and need that words failed her.

  He slid down just a little and pressed the head of his cock against her tight entrance, and she moved her hips, her thighs spreading to take him.

  Austin took his time, sliding in inch by inch. She moaned at the sweet pain of his thickness, her slick walls stretching to accommodate him.

  When he was fully buried inside her, he began rocking his hips, gently at first, sliding halfway out and then plunging all the way in. Each thrust sent a tidal wave of pleasure rushing through her body, but he kept it slow, drawing it out, letting the sensation build and build.

  He released her chin and settled down so he was pressed right on top of her, his breathing harsh and warm in her ear as he picked up speed, stoking the fires of her arousal until she was dangling on the precipice again.

  His breathing grew faster, melting into tortured pants, and the sound of his arousal sent her spiraling over the edge. Ecstasy exploded inside her, starting low in her pelvis and rocketing through her entire body as she threw her head back in a wordless scream.

  At the height of her climax, he extended his fangs and bent down and bit her shoulder, hard. She cried out in mingled pain and pleasure as his teeth sank in, deep, leaving scars that wouldn’t heal. His claiming mark.

  She was his. Forever.

  She arched her back in ecstasy, her sheath spasming and squeezing his cock. His shouts of pleasure echoed off the walls of the small room, and she moaned as she felt his seed flowing into her.

  They lay there shuddering with the aftershocks for what felt like eons, before he finally slid out of her.

  “Yours,” she whispered, touching his claiming mark.

  He leaned down and licked it tenderly. “Does it hurt?” he murmured, gathering her into his arms.

  “Only a little. But it felt so good at the same time.” And she nestled against him, head resting on his shoulder. “I’m going to show it off all the time. I’ll be wearing sleeveless shirts in the middle of the winter.”

  “Good. I want everyone to know that you’re taken. You’re my foxy little forever mate.”

  “Jealous, much?” she asked him, snuggling in closer.

  “Very much.” He stroked her arm gently. “But I try to stifle my murderous impulses when other men look in your general direction.”

  His cell phone, lying on the night table, beeped, and he picked it up and threw it across the room.

  “The nerve,” he growled.

  “I think you broke it,” she pointed out mildly.

  “I can get another phone. I can’t get another claiming night,” he said. He turned his attention back to her, gently kissing the claiming mark.

  * * *

  Hours later, after more lovemaking left them wrung out and sweaty and exhausted, he lay there half asleep.

  His foxy little forever mate quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the shower. So sweet, so thoughtful. Trying not to disturb him.

  After a few minutes, he slid out of bed to join her. He ached pleasantly, but he could never get enough of Savannah, and if she was up for it, he was ready for some hot, steamy shower sex.

  So when he threw open the door and saw her standing next to the shower, fully dressed and toweling her hair off, he spluttered in shock.

  “Ah,” she said, backing away from him with a guilty look on her face. There was a pad of paper sitting on the dresser next to the mirror, with a pen resting on top of it. She’d scrawled something on the pad.

  “Ah?” he echoed. “Having cold feet, are we? Or should I saw cold paws?”

  “Um,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze and moving in front of the pad of paper so he couldn’t see what she’d written on it.

  “I know exactly what’s happening here.”

  “I decided to back out and live my life as a single fox?” she suggested hopefully.

  He grinned fiercely. “That text to my cell phone? You recognized the ring tone. My bad – I’ll have to change that. It was a call from Harris. Sent out to everyone, saying there’s a mark in the area. Only reason he’d text. You snuck in here and checked your phone, didn’t you? Because you’re going after the mark. On our honeymoon night. And not only that, you were going to leave behind a note. Not just any note. It’s a really taunting, mocking note, isn’t it?”

  “Er.” She stared up at the ceiling.

  He grabbed her by the chin – and kissed her. Hard. Hungry. Drinking in her sweetness.

  “You little wench. You are amazing.” He grinned down at her. “I adore you so very much right now. But you know what? That mark is mine, and when I get him before you – not if, but when, you owe me five blow jobs and you have to cook dinner for me naked.”

  She smiled up at him, eyes shining.

  “Sweetheart. Babe. My own personal sex god. You’re on. I see you the five blow jobs and naked dinner, and raise you half an hour of oral sex, followed by a naked barbecue. You cooking for me, starkers, on the front lawn.”

  And before he could answer, the love o
f his life had dashed past him out the bathroom door, slamming it behind her. When he tried to open it, she’d locked it from the outside.

  His laughter chased her out into the night, and the love he felt made his heart pound so hard he thought it might burst.

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  About the Author

  Hello, I am Georgette St. Clair, writer of hot, sexy romances which star all Alpha heroes, all the time. The road to love may be rocky and fraught with peril, (and humor and scorchtastic sex and healthy heapings of snark) but my shifters will stop at nothing to claim their fated mate.

  A little about me: I live in New England. My checkered career involved stints as a newspaper reporter, EMT, internet marketer, cocktail waitress, temp, nurse’s aide (but not all at the same time...)

  Now I’m living my perfect life, spending my days in a fantasy universe where I nudge my smart-mouthed, take-no-guff heroines onto the path that will set them on a collision course with true love.

  Check out my website for a complete list of titles and what’s coming soon. Or connect with me on Facebook.

  Also by Georgette St. Clair

  The Mating Game Series:

  The Mating Game: Big Bad Wolf (The Mating Game Book 1)

  Dating a Dragon (The Mating Game Book 2)

  Shifters of Silver Peak series:

  Mate Marked: Shifters of Silver Peak

  Shifters of Silver Peak: Mate for a Month

  Shifters of Silver Peak: A Very Shifty Christmas

  Bridenapped Series:

  Bridenapped: The Alpha Chronicles

  Bridenapped: The Alpha’s Choice

  Shifters, Inc Series:

  The Alpha Meets His Match (A paranormal romance) (Shifters, Inc. Book 1)

  His Purrfect Mate (A Shifter Romance) (Shifters, Inc. Book 2)

  Pixie the Lion Tamer (Shifters, Inc. Book 3)

  Shifters, Inc. The Bear Who Loved Me (A BBW Paranormal Romance)

  Spotting His Leopard (Shifters, Inc.)

  Blue Moon Junction Series:

  Blue Moon Shifters: The Alpha Claims a Mate (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Blue Moon Junction Book 1)

  Blue Moon Shifters: The Bobcat’s Tale (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Blue Moon Junction Book 2)

  Blue Moon Shifters: Hard to Bear (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Blue Moon Junction Book 3)

  Blue Moon Shifters: My Heart Laid Bear (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Blue Moon Junction Book 4)

  Timber Valley Pack Series:

  Bride of the Alpha (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Timber Valley Pack Book 1)

  Purr for the Alpha (A Paranormal Romance) (Timber Valley Pack Book 2)

  Hard as Steele (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Timber Valley Pack Book 3)

  Timber Valley Pack: Lynx on the Loose (A Paranormal Romance with Shifters)

  Taken by the Alpha (Timber Valley Pack Book 5)

  The Alpha Won’t Be Denied (Timber Valley Pack Book 6)

  Standalone titles:

  Grayslake: More than Mated: Grayslake: Furrever Yours (Kindle Worlds Novella)

  Badlands: The Lion’s Den

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