Reluctant Heat

by Jaden Sinclair

  Control slipped and he ended up ripping her panties right off. Lindsey jumped and pulled back, staring him in the eye. Fox didn’t break that eye contract, not even when he opened his jeans, releasing one hard as hell cock.

  Color spread across her cheeks and she looked around the room for a moment. The comfortableness back again. He brushed knuckles across her face before spreading her legs where she stood, then picking her up, wrapping those legs around his waist.

  “Fox—oh, wait—” She didn’t finish what she was about to say when Fox lowered her down to his flesh, parting her sweet pussy with the pounding need of his cock.

  Her hands went to the counter behind her, legs tightened around his waist, and Fox watched as he sank into her. Seeing and feeling her part for him almost had him wanting to come right then. How he managed to hold off, he couldn’t say. When he looked up at her he was shocked to see her also watching as he entered her body.

  One surge and he buried his whole length into her, unable to handle the slowness of the act. Her head fell back, mouth open, hands fisting into the edge of the counter. He held onto her hips and took her hard and fast, right where they stood. They were both half dressed, dinner hot and ready by the stove. The passion of the moment seemed to just overtake him and Fox had to have her right now.

  Holding onto her with one arm he yanked her shirt up, bra included. Her breasts came into view and he closed his mouth over one. Sucking, licking, a nip here and there he took while he thrust fast into her. He gave them both attention, pulling with his mouth at her nipples until they both were hard, swollen, and red.

  When he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back his climax any longer, her sweet, tight pussy contracted around him. Her orgasm came and triggered his own, milking him. The way she pulled at him almost had him crumpling to his knees before her, yet he was powerless to pull away. One final thrust, holding tight with his head between her breasts, Fox let go. He came, matching contractions with her climax. Her knees dug into his ass as she held on tight to him and he loved it. Once it was over, he didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to leave her sweet body, but the sound of her stomach growling snapped him out of his daze.

  With one more kiss between her breasts, he lifted his head. She quickly pushed her shirt down, her face red.

  “I did try to tell you,” he said, still holding her tight, still hard inside her.

  “This is what you tried to tell me?”

  “Guess I could’ve done a better job, huh?”

  “You think?” He chuckled and gave her another kiss, this one softer.

  “You can let go now?”

  “What if I don’t want to?” He tried to put on a pout but her stomach stopped him again. “Okay, but I’m saying it now, no getting dressed yet. My hunger might come back.”

  Lindsey rolled her eyes at him. “Oh, please.”

  Slowly Fox removed himself from her and fixed his jeans.

  “You know, you keep this shit up and you’re going to have to buy me new panties.” She bent over and picked up her shorts and ripped panties.

  “As long as its lace, I’ll buy you as many as you want.” She narrowed her eyes at him and he couldn’t resist swatting her on the ass. “Go clean up and I’ll bring you dinner in bed.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Why you think I just told you no more clothes?”

  “You’re nuts, you know that.”

  “That’s what the family says.”

  Again she rolled her eyes at him and headed for the bedroom. With a big smile on his face, Fox went to the drawer and took out two forks, grabbed some of the bread which he put on the side of the bowl the food was in, and carried it down to the bedroom.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lindsey stood under the hot spray of the shower, water beating over her head and down her body. She couldn’t stop from smiling, even though Fox had made one hell of a mess in the bed.

  When she came out of the bathroom, a new pair of panties on, she stopped to find him in the middle of the bed with the food she cooked. He patted a spot beside him, the smile on his face reminding her of when they were kids. She joined him, took the fork, and started eating. When it turned into a food fight, she couldn’t say, but it ended in one big mess, sauce everywhere, spaghetti in her hair, meatball smashed in his face, bowl empty on the floor. They might’ve eaten half of it, they were lucky, before it ended up on them. And before Fox got any strange ideas in his head, she rushed to the bathroom for a shower. By how the water pressure decreased suddenly, she decided he must also be taking a shower in the second bathroom. She just hoped that he had the bed changed, since he was the one that start the fight. What had he said? She couldn’t remember.

  Turning the water off, wrapping a towel around her body, Lindsey dried off and slipped into her clothes for the night. With her hair wrapped in another towel, she left the bathroom and was somewhat surprised to find the bed cleaned and with fresh sheets and blankets. She could hear the washer going from down the hall and once more shook her head with a smile.

  She went over to the large stuffed chair Fox brought in, and went to work at drying her hair. It was all done when Fox came back from taking his shower. She smiled at him, put the dryer away, and reached for the lotion when he dropped his towel that he had been rubbing his hair with to the floor and quickly went over to her, dropping down to his knees.

  “Oh no, this time I get to do this,” he said.

  “What?” She laughed, letting him take the bottle from her hand.

  “I’ve been watching you do this for the past couple of weeks, and it’s been driving me nuts. I’m going to do it.”

  “Fox, it’s just lotion.”

  “Yeah, but its lotion on your legs.” He squirted some onto his hand, picked up one foot, and placed it on his legs, then he started to slowly apply the lotion to her leg.

  Lindsey had to admit it felt very nice, him rubbing her leg. She didn’t think the muscles in her legs were tense, but as his fingers rubbed the lotion over them, she could feel the tight muscles loosen.

  “I could get used to this,” she sighed, watching him rub her calf then move down to her foot.

  “Could you now?” He stopped, poured more lotion on his hand, and moved to the other leg.

  “You do this very well. How many other girls got this kind of attention?”

  He stopped, head cocked to the side. “You are the only one I’ve even been down on my knees for, and the only one whose feet I’ve rubbed.” To prove a point, he pushed into the arch of her foot and Lindsey moaned. “Like that, huh?”

  “This is my first massage.”

  “Well it won’t be the last, I promise.”

  Fox gave her other leg and foot the same attention, then both hands were on her legs, moving high, up under the long nightshirt to her hips where he stopped, but only to take hold of her panties. A kiss to the inside of a thigh and Lindsey quickly snapped out of the daze he’d caused and had both of her own hands between her legs, stopping him. She had a pretty good idea what he was thinking about doing.

  “I don’t want to do that,” she breathed out.

  Fox stopped, his hands still on her hips under the shirt, eyes now upon her. “Do what?”

  She felt the heat spread across her face. “That.”

  Fox sat back on his knees, “Now what makes you think I’m going to do anything but kiss you?”

  “I’m not that dumb.” Unable to handle the closeness right then, Lindsey stood up and moved over to the bed, where she sat back down. “This is all is still confusing for me, Fox. Hell, I can’t get over how quickly I responded to you when you pretty much attacked me in the kitchen. The whole sex thing I’m starting to get used to, so please don’t toss in anything kinky right now.”

  He also came over to the bed, going down to his knees once more, arms resting over her knees. “You think oral sex is kinky?”

  “Well, isn’t it?”

  Fox chuckled and rubbed her legs once more, a kind grin
on his face. “Oral sex isn’t kinky, Lindsey. Kinky is when you tie someone up, or spank them and use sex toys. Oral is just another way to love one another.”

  “I don’t want to do it,” she mumbled, head down.

  “Okay, well I was going to wait until later then to do this. And when I say later, I mean after, but I think now is as good of a time as any.”

  Lindsey looked up as he reached under the bed. She couldn’t see what he had, but whatever it might be is small enough to fit in his hand. Keeping her eyes on his hand her eyes widened at the sight of a ring in the palm of his hand.

  “Fox!” she gasped, placing both hands over her mouth.

  “I know as a human you want to be married and all. As my mate, baring my mark is enough for me, but for you I’m willing to do this your way also. So Lindsey, marry me?”

  Tears came to her eyes, blinding her, as she stared at the ring. Words refused to come to her and all she could do was nod and the tears slid freely down her cheeks. Fox took her left hand and placed the ring on her finger. A simple heart shape stone that seemed very big for her small hand. Fox kissed the ring on her hand and Lindsey flew into his arms, knocking them both down to the floor.

  “You mean it?” she asked him, grinning as she lay on top of him.

  “I mean it.”

  “Then can I ask a big favor?

  “What?”

  “No more sex until then.”

  “What?” Fox’s voice rose in pitch.

  “I mean it. The wedding night needs to be special.”

  He rubbed both hands over his face, grumbling and groaning. “Fine, but then I get to have a condition of my own.”

  She raised herself up and looked down at him, mouth going dry. “What?”

  “That on the wedding night, I do get to do that.” Once more she felt her face heat up, and once more he chuckled at her. “Deal?”

  “I might have to think about that.”

  “Oh really?”

  She didn’t expect him to start tickling her, but he did. His hands went to her ribs and Lindsey yelled then busted out into wild laughter. They rolled on the floor, laughing, tickling each other until she screamed she gave up, fearing she might pee her pants. When they finally stopped and crawled into bed, Lindsey found she couldn’t stop looking at the ring on her finger.

  “Like it?” he mumbled in her ear, face pressed in hair, like he always seemed to do at night before they went to sleep.

  “Love it,” she said, raising it up to get a better look. “I never thought I’d ever get married. Wait until Darian finds out.”

  “Oh, I forgot about her,” he groaned, head hitting the pillow behind her head.

  “Huh?”

  “I promised to talk to her after I got back from getting the ring, but didn’t. I wanted to finish this engine then get to you. She’s going to kill me in the morning.”

  Lindsey giggled. “That should be interesting.”

  “How much time do you think you might need to plan the wedding?”

  Lindsey dropped her hand and glanced over her shoulder at him. “Why?”

  “Well, there’s a full moon coming up, and if you are trying to keep me from this very hot body of yours, that might be a big problem if it’s going to be after the moon night.”

  “Okay, now you’ve lost me for sure.”

  “Darian never told you about the full moon?” Lindsey shook her head. “Okay, now it’s my turn to want to kill her.” He pulled away and got out of the bed, turning one of the night lights on. Lindsey also turned around and sat up in the bed.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  Fox ran a hand into his hair before facing her. “We males go into heat during the full moon. If you were a female shifter then you would go through a cycle twenty-four hours before then. That would be the time where the couple might conceive, but since you’re not a shifter, we don’t have to worry about. My heat we do.”

  “What kind of heat?” she frowned.

  “I can’t believe that she hasn’t said anything to you by now. The full moon is like end of the month.”

  “Fox, what are you talking about?”

  “Sexual heat. To be blunt, it’s a night where all I want to do is have sex. I burn from the inside out and need relief.”

  “That sounds like right now,” she giggled, feeling very uncomfortable at the moment.

  He came back to the bed, sitting down and taking both of her hands. “No, this night is very different than the others. I’ve never been in heat with another, so I can’t tell you if one climax is all I’ll need before it’s over. For the most part, Lindsey, a male goes into heat all night long. We last all night.”

  Her eyes widened as what he told her slowly sank it. “Bu—but, how I can handle that?” She struggled to get the question out.

  “Well, for some strange reason, our mates do handle it. I might end up, let’s just say, having you in many different positions, all night, and not end until the last climax. Or I could come each time and it just keeps going all night. Either way, it’s going to be a one long ass night. It’s likely I’ll be out of control, at one point or another, and single-minded.”

  A nervous laugh left her lips. “You’re that now.”

  Fox took a deep breath and gave her a short smile. “Can you put the wedding together in two weeks time, max?”

  Lindsey again widened her eyes, “Two weeks?”

  “Hey, that is the max right now I think I can handle, not having my way with you, unless you care to change your mind that is?”

  He leaned forward and she stopped him by putting her hand on his face and pushing him away. Fox fell backward. “Fat chance. You have to wait.”

  “Okay, fine, but if I have to wait, I get to have a major feast of you on the wedding night.” He took hold of her arm, jerking her to him where she landed over his chest. “I want you in nothing but your bare skin, legs spread wide, waiting for me.”

  “I think you like embarrassing me, don’t you?”

  He rose up, kissing her then rubbed his nose over hers. “Love it.”

  Again she pushed his head away and moved back. “I’m going to sleep now. Night.”

  Fox chuckled, kissed her on the cheek, and crawled back in bed behind her. He turned off the lights, wound his arms around her, and, as she fell asleep, a small smile slid across her lips as she started to think about the wedding and let the dreams do the rest.

  Morning came too fast for her, especially when she roused at the sound of pounding on her door. Fox was out of the bed before she could fully open her eyes. She turned to see him slip on some sweat pants and left the room, grumbling about time and dumb ass people.

  “Well, I want to see for myself!” Darian stormed into the room, just as Lindsey slipped on her robe. Their eyes locked and Darian let out a sight, rushing to Lindsey and hugging her tight. “Thank god.”

  “What the hell is going on, Darian?” Fox demanded right behind her.

  Darian pulled back from Lindsey and faced her brother. “A girl was found in the woods this morning by some hunters. They couldn’t tell what she looked like. Someone beat her to death.”

  Lindsey gasped, her hands going to her mouth.

  “From the description that was given, well it matched Lindsey and I just freaked out. Sorry,” Darian said.

  “Mom and Dad know?” Fox asked.

  Darian nodded. “There’s a cop over at the house talking to them now.”

  Fox nodded, “Let’s get dressed and see what’s going on.”

  Darian left the room and Lindsey quickly went into the bathroom. She did her thing, came out and Fox went in. Together they left the bedroom and followed Darian out of the boathouse and up to the main house. A police officer was just leaving when they reached the steps. The expression on his face gave Lindsey the chills.

  “What’s going on?” Fox asked the moment they entered the house.

  “Some sick bastard beat a girl to death,” Adrian answered. “They think with
a belt, or something like it.”

  “Why were the cops here?” Fox asked.

  “Because they found her on our property,” Adrian sighed, rubbing his face. “She’d been there a couple of days. Animals got to her. She has no face.”

  “Oh, god!” Lindsey groaned, feeling sick.

  Fox instantly went to her side, holding her close. His warmth and strength helped to push the sickness aside.

  “In all the years we’ve lived here there has never been anything like this,” Adrian went on. “Sick to know that someone living here is going around killing people.”

  “Tell them the rest,” Skyler said.

  Adrian met Skyler’s eyes and once more Lindsey had a sick feeling in her stomach.

  “Rest of what?” Fox demanded.

  “One of the cops is a shifter, you remember?” Adrian asked, which Fox answered with a nod. “Well he picked up the scent of another shifter. He won’t say in front of the others because they’re human, but he did to me. He thinks a shifter did this.”

  “What?” Fox gasped, tightening his hold on Lindsey. “That’s crazy. Males don’t hurt females, we protect them.”

  “Well it seems there’s one out there that isn’t protecting them. And before you ask, he is very sure about this. So he’s going to go around to all the shifter families and warn them as well as try to identify that scent. It was faint, so he’s not sure how successful he’ll be, but he’s going to try.”

  “There’s more though, isn’t there?” Fox asked.

  Adrian nodded. “There’s also been word from a few of my contacts that some members of the new Cabinet might be living here. If it’s true, then those members could do something like this as a warning to all of us.”

  “What kind of warning?” Alex asked, coming in the door, after talking with the police.

  “To watch our backs,” Dominic answered. “These males are dangerous and they are being hunted by others. Not so much by the Cabinet. Someone is out there hunting and killing members of this new order. They are taking the young males and killing the rest of the families.”