Outfoxing Mysta

by Selena Illyria

  His lips roamed over her eyelids, her forehead, both her cheeks and traced a path with the tip of his tongue along the edge of her jaw. He blazed a line of nips and sucks with his teeth along the side of her neck. She shivered. Her nipples pebbled. Energy zipped up and down her arms and legs. She made incoherent words and noises.

  Viktor moved back and traced a fingertip along her neckline.

  “Please,” she begged unsure of what exactly she wanted. Her breasts swelled. Her lungs struggled to take in enough air as she rocked against his body with minute movements. She slipped a hand between them and covered his erection.

  With sure, slow strokes she teased him through the denim. Need to taste, to mark, her snake hissed at her. He had always been the one to pursue her. She wanted to show him that he hadn’t worked to get her attention in vain, that his faith in her wasn’t unfounded.

  He flicked the hollow over her collarbone with his tongue before tracing it down over the bone-hardened rise. Sensation shivered up and down her spine. Tingles raced along her inner thighs, danced over her labial folds, and swirled at the base of her back. Her arousal grew, heat tracing through her veins. Her magic rose, and she felt her shifter side awaken to join the fray. She tasted earth and fire, the clean, sweetness of water and the deep musk of night air. Mysta could smell the rich fox pheromones swirl around them.

  Her fingertips prickled under the caress of his silken hair. The soft tresses tickled her palms. With a moan, she pulled his head back to gaze into his eyes, now dark as pine needles. She pulled off her glasses and then his to take away any barriers between them.

  She licked her lips and waited for him to react. He lowered his face.

  “Well, honey? What do you want to do now?” His hands traced along her sides. His thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts, and he teased her with the flick of his fingers.

  She groaned, tilted her head back, and lifted her chest hoping for more, but he remained still. With a frustrated growl she stepped away. “You want me to make a decision? You want me to take control?”

  He blinked.

  “I’m in control this time.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him off of the road, deeper into the forest. They were lucky no one had driven by, but if they had she wouldn’t have noticed. She brushed away foliage and kept going, ignoring the slap of branches and the pull of thorns, until they came upon a glade. In the distance she could hear the Silverlake waterfall. Using that as her background, she pushed him against the nearest tree. He raised a golden brow but didn’t say a word.

  “Stay put, yes?” She waited for him to contradict her.

  He relaxed against the trunk, arms at his sides, legs crossed at the ankle. Shadows painted his body, but enough of him was illuminated that she could see all his major parts. It was difficult to determine where to begin. Her gaze roamed over him. He was all hers.

  A smirk painted his lips, and confidence filled his frame. He folded his arms over his chest but didn’t say a word. She wanted him a mess like she was. There was no up or down. She wasn’t sure what day it was nor did she care. The only thing that mattered was to see his lips red and bruised and his body covered with her marks.

  “Think you have me figured out?” She moved closer to him until her breasts touched his chest. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. I have a year of pent-up desire and fantasies about you.”

  The shift rose inside of her. She felt her magic and scales ripple over her skin. Her jacket became too tight, and her clothes constricted her. She shed her coat, letting it fall to the ground. Next she peeled off her top and dropped it, leaving her in just her bra, jeans, and boots. Rather than take the rest of her clothing off she savored the tightness. She traced her finger along her neckline. Her fingernail scraped the top of her neckline. The slight pain mingled with the pleasure zipping through her. The desire took hold, and fever crawled through her body. She allowed her snake to come into play. Her vision sharpened, and her hearing dulled. His heartbeat pounded in her head.

  Goose bumps rose on her arms and across her chest. Her nipples tightened to hardened points, and her pussy lips throbbed. Moisture dampened her panties. She moved with a grace she lacked in her normal mode. The ripple of the air against her body, the magic that danced around them, was like silk gliding against her skin making her feel sensuous and more in touch with the side of her that she usually ignored.

  He stood still, watching her. No fear in his eyes. “What are you going to do, Snake? Hmmm, think you can outdo a fox?”

  With lightning-fast movement she grabbed his chin and held his head still.

  He inhaled sharply but didn’t move away.

  She tasted no fear from him. Only desire. “You don’t know me, not yet.” Her tongue slipped out between her lips. The now thin muscles, forked at the tips, flicked along the air tasting his need, his body heat, his musk. “You belong to me now.”

  Her voice was throatier than she’d ever heard. She allowed her snake to take over her actions. Her fingernails dug into his skin but didn’t draw blood. She released him and traced the tip of her finger down from his chin to coast along his throat. Underneath her touch, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

  “Do I?” A hint of something dark filled his tenor.

  “Yes. I’ve decided to keep you. To figure out where this is going.” She allowed the confession to weigh between them without further explanation. She blazed a path down the center of his chest with her lips, continuing on until she reached his belt buckle.

  “Keep me?” His body tensed.

  She sensed his caution. “We need to build up trust between us, but to do that we need to commit to each other. Are you willing to be mine?” She stilled. All motion ceased. Her heartbeat slowed. She could see his pulse jump. The predator side of her watched her possible prey to see what he would do. If he said it was over, despite his earlier speech, she would have to walk away from her mate.

  “I told you that I love you. Not going anywhere, sugar, so do your worst.” Challenge sparked in his eyes.

  “You asked for it.” She grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it up until his torso was exposed. “Hold still. Don’t move.”

  She lowered her head and outlined his nipple with the tip of her tongue, flicking the thickened nipple every so often. It went from pink to red with each swipe. He trembled under her ministrations but made no big movements. She kissed and licked over his chest and down his stomach, tracing his abdomen, pausing only to circle his belly button. She took her time. His muscles trembled, but he didn’t reach for her or order her to stop. His skin was hot to the touch, and his body heat beat against her face and soaked into her flesh. The more she gave him the higher her arousal spiraled. She gazed up along the line of his body, meeting his stare. Viktor’s eyes had become rings of dark green surrounded by black. He watched her every move.

  She kneeled to press kisses over the ridge of his jeans and widened his stance. He let her push his body until he was where she wanted him to be. She rubbed the sides of his leg before slipping a hand between his thighs to tease his balls through his jeans. He groaned.

  “Mysta,” he gasped. His hands shook.

  She molded her hand around his erection and rubbed it through the material. He groaned and grunted. She undid his belt buckle and his fly all the while teasing and mouthing the tented denim.

  “Mysta, please.” His voice was a high whine that made her smile.

  She pulled down his pants to his ankles exposing the tops of his cowboy boots. With a chuckle she pressed kisses over his underwear. His cock jumped under her attention. With one hand she teased and rolled his testicles, and with the other she gripped his hips to keep her balance. Her legs shook under the strain of her body weight, and her knees ached from holding the position, but she didn’t dare stop. She glanced up at him. Shadows swathed his face in darkness. With her preternatural vision she saw his eyes were shut, and his head was tilted back against the trunk. He had a death grip on the hem of his shirt, and his hands
shook. Sweat glittered on his chest and stomach. His abs trembled.

  Her humid breath dampened the material of his boxer briefs. She licked the fabric over his shaft feeling the heavy tick of his heartbeat even through the thin barrier.

  “Mysta, please.” His voice was a torn, fragmented sound that prickled at her conscience, but she refused to stop. She took the head of his dick into her mouth wetting the flared crest through the cloth.

  “Fuck!” His body shook, and his hand sifted through her hair, grabbed a handful of tresses, and tugged.

  She backed her head away from his cock, reached up, and tugged on his wrist. “Let go.”

  “Finish this.” A growl edged his tone and a finger of fire raced along her spine. Her pussy lips tingled at the sound, and her clit jumped.

  “Then stay still. I’m in charge.”

  “And I’m about to come in my Jockeys if you don’t hurry up.”

  She chuckled. “I thought you had more control than that. Don’t foxes have any sense of patience?”

  He growled. “Suck me, or let me jerk off.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Let go and I will.”

  He released her hair and went back to holding his hem.

  She grabbed the waistband of his underwear and jerked it down to join the puddle of his pants. His cock bobbed up and down, then stilled. It was a long ruddy shaft. The slit at the head was already leaking a droplet of precum. She licked her palm and took him in hand, stroking from root to tip while she tongued the small opening to lap up the beads. With her free hand she undid her fly, yanked down the zipper, and slipped a hand into her panties. Her puffy folds were dewy, and her clit was distended. She teased herself while she tormented him with slow jerks, adding a twist when she came to the crown and back down again.

  His panting filled the still night air. She watched his chest heave up and down as he made sounds that were more animal than human. Reveling in her effect on him she laved the crown and ringed the edge just under the flared cap, flicking the V before releasing, focusing on mapping out his veins with her tongue. Reacquainting herself with his penis. On Halloween there hadn’t been enough time, now she could savor this experience.

  Her fingers rubbed against her engorged folds. It wasn’t enough friction. She released his shaft, pulled her other hand out of her pants, and shoved down her jeans to give herself more room. Cool night air drifted over her damp slit, teasing her clit with soft brushes of air. She took hold of the base of his dick, and gave it a squeeze, then took him into her mouth, bobbing her head and stroking his rod. She returned to teasing her pussy, skating her touch over her wet nether lips, and flicked her clit. Pleasure danced along her nerve endings, lighting up her body from the inside out in a shower of sparks.

  His taste, scent, the evening, and her own musk swirled around them. With each tug of air into her lungs her arousal grew. This was what she had been missing during the year without him. Nothing else mattered but giving him pleasure. Here and now was what she’d been running from. The loss of focus didn’t matter as she let her magic come into play, pouring her power into him, using it, bending it to her will to add to his experience. His hips flexed causing his cock to slip in and out of her mouth at an increased pace. He groaned.

  She gave him a hard suck, hollowing out her cheeks and increasing the pressure. He stilled and swore. She didn’t move, holding him in her mouth. The edge of her teeth pressed against the tender flesh but didn’t break the skin.

  “Shit, Mys, please,” he cried out.

  She rolled her gaze up to stare at him. With slow, deliberate movement she eased her hold and pulled her head back until only the crown of him remained inside of her mouth. She shifted on her feet to get better footing and released his hip. With one hand she teased and tickled his sac. She resumed bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around his shaft, tracing the thick vein that ran along the underside. His heartbeat echoed in her mouth to match her own body rhythms. She worked her clit in time with her actions on his cock. His balls tightened and pulled closer to his body.

  Her name was a chant on his lips.

  “Please. Suck me.” He fucked her mouth, his hips jerking back and forth. This time she didn’t stop him. His motions sped up the closer he got to release. He took hold of her hair and wrapped it around his hand, pulling it tight to guide her actions.

  She let him use her. His erection jumped, and she waited for his release. He pulled on her tresses, but she didn’t release.

  “Mysta,” he panted. “About to come. Please.”

  “Nuh-uh,” she murmured around his length.

  “Babe… Fuck… Coming…” He came, letting out a howl that rocked the night. She swallowed as much as she could, tasting his salty, musky seed. Some of his semen dribbled past her lips. She lapped at him until he softened and slipped out of her mouth, then licked up the last of his cum and wiped the rest away with the back of her hand. He sagged against the trunk, his breath coming out in huffs. The night drew darker and colder. Desire zinged through her body. Her legs trembled. She continued to work her sensitized clit until she felt the first stirrings of her orgasm.

  Lights danced at the corners of her vision the closer she drew to the edge. Viktor straightened up, leaned down, and jerked her up to her feet. She lost her connection to her clit and swore. He pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to hers in a searing, claiming kiss. His other hand he slipped between her thighs. He thrust two fingers into her dripping entrance, using his thumb to work her pulsating button. She felt the shift slam into her, and her instincts changed. Her canines changed to slender, needle-thin curved points. She bit down on his lip, injecting him with the venom her people used to mark their mates. It was temporary, but it didn’t matter. His body jerked, and she felt a wash of hot liquid splash against her stomach and legs. She reached out and pumped his recovered dick until the last of his release dribbled over her hand.

  Her legs tensed, and she released him. Her orgasm hit her. She let out a muffled cry against his mouth. His fingers fucked her, and he pressed down on the hardened pearl. Mysta shook against him. Moisture slipped over her inner thighs, and the perfume of her musk grew denser.

  The change slid away. Bliss filled her limbs. Her legs shook. She tried to remain standing. He held her against him, his mouth continuing to work on hers. As the fog lifted she blinked and met his stare.

  “Hi, honey.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Ready to go home?”

  She didn’t know where that was and didn’t care. As long as she was with him everything was fine. “Hi, Fox. Let’s go.”

  “I’ll carry you after we get decent.” He dropped into a hunch and yanked up her jeans, then picked up her top and handed it to her.

  She pulled it on, feeling jittery and unsteady on her feet. He finished with his pants and pulled her close. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. If this was what being a mate was about she wanted more of it. Now he had to mark her, and she couldn’t wait to see what he came up with. They would rest for a bit, and then go to either her place or his. Wherever he was, she knew it would mean home.

  EPILOGUE

  The Night of the Full Moon

  “I want you to mark me as your mate tonight,” Mysta had told him on the phone at lunchtime. Which is why he was now standing naked under the light of the full moon. Sweat bathed his skin. The night was drifting away. It was at least three in the morning. He’d already frolicked, hunted, and allowed his fox to run free. His claws and enhanced senses remained. A light coat of blond fur dusted his body. The waterfall roared behind him as they waited. The picnic blanket was spread, and there was some food he’d picked up to help with her strength and energy—just some meats and bottles of chocolate shakes. With arms folded, he leaned against a tree keeping watch for her.

  A twig snapped. He heard the slither of body slipping over the forest floor to his left. Goose bumps rose on his skin, and Mysta’s musk filled the air. He turned his attention toward a cops
e of trees that hid the spot from view.

  Mysta slid into view, her body sleek, her tube form thicker around the center and tapering at the front and end. She rose up from her belly zigzagging up in the air. Her scales rippled and glimmered in the dim light. Arms and legs peeled off the main body growing in thickness and length. The inky blackness of her eyes changed to a warm brown. Flat features became fuller. Breasts, a trim waist, and full hips formed from a reedlike body. Legs split and spread as she came to stand before him nude and glorious. Rich chocolate waves tumbled down her shoulders. The silver light from the moon bathed her café au lait skin.

  “Beautiful,” Viktor murmured.

  Patches of copper, brown, cream, and gold rippled over her skin but didn’t connect. A slim, flat forked tongue slithered out between her lips and flicked the air.

  Just seeing her sent a shock wave of need hot and thick through his blood. His semi-erect cock rose, and his body heated. His stomach muscles clenched, and his heartbeat picked up the pace.

  She walked toward him, a shy smile on her lips. Up close her pupils were diagonal slits. Her tongue slipped out again. He remembered what it felt like to be licked and flicked by it, the quick flicks and butterfly-light touches. The thin lines of pleasure when she traced over the veins on his cock. He gripped the shaft and gave it a good tug. His inner fox stood up. The change came upon him. His teeth sharpened, and his tongue flattened.