Fox Hunt

by Ellis Leigh

  I loved how thoughtful my stallions were. “I do find it hard to sleep lately.”

  He picked me up, setting me on the edge of the counter and pulling up the hem of the T-shirt I wore. The one I’d stolen from his drawer after my evening shower. He had me naked in seconds, had me leaning back against the hard, stone surface as he sucked and bit my neck before I knew what was happening.

  “I’ll tire you out, beautiful. Don’t you worry about that,” Garrett promised before kissing me. And what a kiss—deep and slow, with little lip bites and groans thrown in to drive me wild. He kept my hips pulled tight against his, kept my body on the edge as he kissed me like a man who truly loved kissing. Who saw it as foreplay, an art, a path to seduction. He kissed me like every woman deserved to be kissed. I never wanted it to end.

  And it didn’t.

  Even as he picked me up off the counter and wrapped my legs around his waist. As he stalked through the house, heading for his bedroom. As he carried me inside his room and kicked the door closed. As he pressed me against the wall and fumbled with his jeans.

  As he guided his big, thick cock inside my aching pussy.

  The kiss kept going. Deeper, hotter, wetter. The man owned my lips even as he thrust into me. As he filled me with his cock. Only then did he stop, did he have to break that kiss to gasp and groan as he started to fuck me.

  “Fuck, beautiful. I can’t wait. I just can’t.” He grunted as he thrust deeper, as he pinned me to the wall and took. Not putting me first, not supporting the rest of the herd. Being selfish. I’d wondered if he’d be a bit greedy in the bedroom—now I knew he was.

  And it was the hottest thing ever, to see him break.

  “Take, Garrett. Take what you need.” I bit his lip, digging my nails into the back of his neck as I tried to hold on. But Garrett wasn’t a gentleman lover—not soft or sweet in the way he used my body. No, not at all. He pounded into me, fucking me hard. Slamming my body into the wall with every push, every lift, every thrust. I’d never felt a man so deep before, never had such an overwhelming feeling of smallness in comparison to my partner. And while Garrett was big, he wasn’t any bigger than Liam. Something about the position, though—the strength of him holding me up, the way his cock invaded my pussy and refused to budge—made him seem even larger. More powerful. More man.

  “This fucking pussy. So tight. How are you so damn tight, beautiful? Gonna strangle my fucking cock right here.” He shook his head, groaning as I clenched around him. As I squeezed and made my pussy even tighter for him. Just to hear more dirty words fall from his mouth. He didn’t disappoint.

  “Gonna fucking murder this pussy just to bring it back to life. Gonna make you come so hard and long, and then I’m going to eat you right up. Lick every fucking inch of you. Make you come again on my tongue. You’re mine for the night, beautiful. I plan to take advantage of every second.”

  And he did. Rocking into me, dragging his cock out all nice and slow against my tender flesh before forcing his way back inside. He bottomed out inside of me but didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. Just kept punching up, intensifying every move. Every sensation. Filling me past the point of pain and back to pleasure.

  All the while, he held me against the wall, his forearms bulging and his biceps flexed. So much strength in that move, so much power. The simple act of him holding me up turned me on almost as much as anything else.

  Almost, because his cock inside me and his filthy mouth were fucking amazing.

  “I can’t, I can’t.” He groaned, pressing deeper, his thrusts losing their rhythm. “Fuck, beautiful. I need…I need… Come for me. I need you to…”

  His groan turned pained, his head dropping to my shoulder. He shoved one hand between us, holding me up with the other as he zeroed in on my clit. As he jerked back to look me right in the eye.

  “I’m gonna fucking fill you up. Just wait—once you come? Once I feel that hot, little pussy milking my cock? I’m going to come so fucking hard. Fill you right up with my come. Plant my seed and breed that pussy like I know you want me to.”

  And…I died. My fox practically fell over, clawing at my mind as my orgasm slammed into me. Garrett kept his finger on my clit, pushing hard, bringing so much sensation to the moment. His cock buried inside of me, stretching me wide. His big body pinning me to the wall as those filthy words fell from his normally sweet mouth.

  Died.

  Dead.

  Murdered by fucking too intense to survive.

  Garrett snapped his hips harder, groaning through my orgasm as he tried to hang on. Tried to keep going. Tried and failed. When he came, when he finally lost his rhythm, thrusting one last time and holding his cock deep inside me, he practically screamed his pleasure. And he did fill me just as he’d promised. Soaking us both with his come. Making me sloppy wet.

  “Good lord, beautiful.” He panted against me, circling his hips. Dragging out the tremors and twitches even as his come dripped out of me. “Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? Hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”

  He looked up, smiling that sweet smile again. Looking more like the kind, supportive man I knew him to be than the debauched sex fiend he’d become while in the moment. “I can’t wait to taste you—see if that pussy is just as hot on my tongue as it is on my cock.”

  Okay, maybe not all sweet again.

  I kissed that filthy mouth of his, sliding my tongue along his as he carried me to the bed. Pulling him down on top of me and wrapping my legs around him to keep him inside of me.

  “You need more?” he asked, rocking slowly as if he could go again already. As if he was just as hard as before.

  I shook my head but tightened my hold on him, not ready to let him go yet. Not ready to be disconnected. “Just stay with me.”

  His smile grew, his blue eyes practically shining as they stared into mine. “Always, my beautiful girl. Whenever you need me to stay with you, I’ll be there.”

  And I knew in that moment with a surety that surprised me—Garrett would never break that promise. No matter what.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Garrett carried me down to breakfast the next morning. Not because he had to but because, at some point in the middle of the night—between coming on his tongue and coming again on his cock—I’d admitted how much it turned me on when he’d held me up against the wall. How knowing he was that strong had made me wetter.

  I had a feeling I might never walk on my own two feet around him again.

  Not that I’d mind.

  The rest of the guys were already in the kitchen, drinking coffee and looking cranky as hell. Liam was the first to spot us. He did his best to give me a smile, but it fell flat. Never reaching his eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” I pushed out of Garrett’s arms, letting him lead me to a chair. Before I could sit, he slid onto the seat and yanked me down to perch on his lap as he held me tight. Supporting me as always. Wrapping his arms around me as well in a protective sort of hold. One that only increased my wariness.

  Liam glanced at Quinn, who, for once, didn’t have his face buried in his tablet. Instead, the bespectacled stallion stared right at me. And he scowled.

  Quinn’s expression didn’t change as he started talking either. “Chance Evers, also known as Chance Scott, legal name Scott Rivers. Scott did time for assault, domestic battery, and kidnapping a few years back, though not enough. Seems the judge felt a harsher sentence would ruin the poor boy’s life, so he got a sweet little sentence of just three months for beating his girlfriend to a pulp, removing a few fingers from her hands, and then refusing to let her leave his apartment until she promised not to try to leave him again. She pressed charges, and Scott went to jail. Once released, the victim mysteriously disappeared, and so did Scott. He reappeared two years later as Chance Scott, claiming to be a chef and landing himself a job at a decent restaurant in New Jersey. Two months after he moved into the area, women started going missing from the neighborhood where he lived.”

  I too
k a deep breath, shaky and nauseated. Missing women. Likely dead if the way Quinn spoke was any indication. And I’d let that man get close to me. “He killed them?”

  Quinn shrugged. “Not sure, but if I had to guess…”

  Yeah, he didn’t need to finish that statement.

  Garrett tightened his hold, practically vibrating with whatever emotion ran through him. “How many?”

  “As Chance Scott or Chance Evers? Because his pattern didn’t seem to change when his name did.” Quinn tossed a folder onto the table, the contents sliding out. Pictures, missing persons reports, all for women I’d never met.

  All for women who looked a hell of a lot like me.

  “Motherfucker.” Matthew used his fingertips to fan out the papers. The dozens of papers. So many women, all with dark hair and pale skin, all with heart-shaped faces and plump lips. All with a little extra weight on their curvy bodies. We could have been related.

  I couldn’t stop staring at them. “They look just like me.”

  Quinn nodded. “They do, sweet girl.”

  I swallowed hard, shaking harder. Shivering. “He’s not going to stop chasing me, is he?”

  “The fuck he’s not.” Matthew grabbed my arm, pulling me from Garrett’s hold. Thankfully, Garrett let me go without a fight. And me? I just wanted my men. Didn’t matter to me which one held me so long as someone did because the trembling had gotten worse.

  “What are we going to do?” I asked once I had my head buried against Matthew’s chest. He grabbed my ass, squeezing hard. Holding on to me as if his life depended on it. But he didn’t answer me. No, my dominant one stayed silent, clinging to me. Locking me in place against his body as he let the leader of the group do the talking.

  “We’re going to get rid of this waste of human DNA before he comes anywhere near you, that’s what.” Liam looked from one man to the next, staring each down. “Anyone disagree with my plan?”

  Lots of head shaking, lots of scowls, and even a heavy “Fuck no” from Matthew. I clung to his shirt, trying to breathe him in. Trying to stop the fear crawling up my spine from embedding her icy fingers in my heart. Trying…and failing.

  “He’s dangerous,” I said, pulling away from Matthew so I could look Liam in the eye. Knowing the rest would fall in line behind whatever he decided. “If you go after him, someone could get killed. Or someone could get in trouble with the humans.”

  Liam reached over and ran a finger down the side of my face. Looking like a man torn over whether to rage or not. Whether to be soft and quiet and supportive with me or to go full-tilt badass on the world. “If we don’t go after him, he’ll come for you, sugar. There’s no doubt in my mind. And I’d rather be proactive than reactive when it comes to your safety.”

  His face broke me, made me want to cry. He looked so tortured, so concerned. I couldn’t leave him like that. Thankfully, Matthew must have seen the same thing I did because he kissed the top of my head then patted my ass, directing me off his lap and toward Liam. His stallion brethren, his brother-in-arms. Our leader.

  And that was the moment I knew—there was no way I would ever leave these men. No way I would walk away from my stallions. Before Liam could grab me, before I could be moved from one man to the next, I rose to my feet. Stood on my own as I ignored the questioning looks of the men surrounding the table. It took me a minute to find my purse, took a little longer to dig out the bus ticket Liam had bought me that first day. What didn’t take long was ripping it up and tossing the pieces on the table between the seven stallions.

  “I won’t be needing that anymore,” I said, working my way around the table. Running my hand over the shoulders of each man in turn—Cade, Dalton, Tripp, Quinn, Garrett, Matthew—stopping beside Liam. “If you’re willing to fight for me, then I’m willing to fight for us.”

  Liam grabbed me, pulling me into his lap and wrapping me in his strong arms. My back to his chest. Before I could more than sigh, he pulled my legs apart, spreading me to the rest of the room. Exposing me.

  “If you’re ours, sugar, I think it’s time every man got to see what Matthew, Garrett and I already know. How this amazing little pussy is a fucking life-ruiner, and how much they’re going to become addicted to making you squirm once they get that first taste.”

  All of them. Watching. Getting to hear every moan and sigh and…fuck, I was soaking wet at the thought. Knowing they could all see under the shirt I wore, that they could see my bare pussy, turned me on the way nothing else could. One man taking care of my needs was hot—all seven watching was unforgettable. And a lovely distraction from the shitshow I knew was headed our way.

  “Use your hands.” Garrett winked when I looked up, his lips quirked into that gentle smile I loved so much.

  “Fuck hands,” Matthew said, sitting deeper in his chair and spreading his legs as he brought his own hand to cover his obvious erection. “Use your mouth. She gets so soft and sweet when you lick her cunt.”

  I groaned, wanting something…anything. Hand, mouth, cock, I didn’t care. Not with all my men watching Liam spread me wide for them. Not with his big body so solid behind me.

  “It’s Garrett’s day,” Liam said, leaning down to nuzzle my neck and wrapping his arms tighter around me. “He picked hands.”

  He slipped a hand between my legs, brushing over my clit with the side of his finger. Teasing me. I arched and groaned, trying to shift my hips. To chase that wandering finger. But Liam didn’t let me go. He held me tight, clamping me to him as he bit and sucked on my neck while dragging his fingers around my pussy. Purposely avoiding where I wanted him the most.

  “Liam,” I whined when he passed right beside my clit for the third time. “Please.”

  “What do you want, sugar? Tell me.”

  “Your hand.”

  He cupped my pussy. “You got it.”

  Garrett snickered, trying hard to bite it back. I glared at him, widening my knees and tilting my hips out. Garrett had surprised me with his filthy mouth—two could play at that game.

  I held Garrett’s gaze as I spoke to the man behind me. “I want your thumb on my clit and your big, thick finger in my cunt. No, two fingers. I’ve been filled with cock for days—a minimum of two will be needed to get me off. And just like when your cock is inside me, I want you deep, and I want you hard. I need you to fuck me with your hand.” I shot Garrett a sarcastically sweet smile when his eyes went wide. “Pretty please.”

  Liam groaned but followed my directions like a good mate, plunging two fingers inside me and pressing his thumb to my clit. “Like this?”

  I nodded, gasping as he moved his fingers in and out. As he pressed on my clit and followed my instructions to a T. The wet, sucking sounds coming from my pussy seemed to echo in the kitchen, completely raunchy noises that I normally would have been embarrassed about. But not then, not with my guys looking on as if watching the best porn ever made. Every man had a hand on their cock, some with their pants unfastened, some still over the clothes. Every one had their eyes locked on me, my body, on Liam’s hand acting out what I wanted. They were getting off on the show, and I loved every single part of it.

  “What else?” Liam asked, breathy and low. “Tell me what you want, sugar.”

  The roughness of his voice nearly killed me. “Pinch my nipple and rub my clit a little more. I’m so close.” I arched back, hanging on to his thighs. Spreading myself so the rest of my mates could see as I whined, “I want to come.”

  “Fuck, I want that too. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers with this hot little cunt.” Liam did as he was told again, tweaking my nipple and making me jolt as he put more pressure on my clit. I shook and shivered in his arms, climbing so close to that edge. Needing one final push to go over.

  I got it from Garrett, who grunted and caught my attention. Who must have seen how close I was and wanted to get me to where I needed to be. He knew how, too. Knew exactly what would make me come.

  His filthy, filthy mouth, which he used as he stroke
d that long, thick cock of his.

  “Feel good, Waverley? You like his fat, rough fingers buried deep inside your pussy? I wonder if he can feel my come from this morning. Wonder if he knows how much you like it when I tell you I want to fill you up and make you sloppy. How much you want to be bred.”

  That did it. I came with a yelp, gripping Liam’s arms and arching back against him. He pulled me through every quake and quiver, slowing down but not removing his hand from between my legs. Rubbing and petting and teasing me right to the end of my orgasm. Until I collapsed against him in a puddle of flesh without bones.

  He chuckled when I finally stopped mumbling nonsense. “Well, that was something to see, I’d imagine.”

  “Fuck right, it was.” Matthew grabbed a napkin, wiping off the evidence of his own orgasm from his jeans. “I think I need another shower.”

  The other guys seemed to agree, some looking sated, others on edge. I had a feeling we’d be out of hot water within fifteen minutes.

  And Garrett? Well, he seemed ready to grab me from Liam and take me back to his room, which actually sounded like the perfect plan.

  I leaned back, kissing Liam softly before whispering, “Thank you.”

  “Anything for you, sugar.” He patted my ass as I rose to my feet, a move reminiscent of Matthew. I passed my second lover, reaching down to run my fingers over his collar. Keeping my eyes on Garrett’s. All the way around the table I went until I stood in front of my sweet, filthy mate. The one assigned to guard me personally. The one I owed my time and attention to.

  I reached for his hand. “Coming?”

  He smirked, jumping to his feet and picking me up almost in one move. He was already headed for his room when he answered me.

  “Every fucking chance I get.”