Page 47 of Foxes of Legend

“Are you trying to torture me?” I cried out, expecting to go ignored again, but this time they reacted.

Kairos pressed his lips to my forehead. “In the best way.”

“Edging,” Seven moaned as his mouth returned between my thighs. “We’re going to make you come harder than you ever have before.”

His words shot an ache within me, the hunger to be filled, to reach the craving and let my quivering, breathless, pining body rest.

“Should I let her?” Seven asked as he retreated, his fingers stroking the bundle of nerves within me gently. Too gently.

“Yes!” I cried out before I could stop myself. “Please.”

“She’s begging. Don’t you love when she begs?” Kairos commented. They were back to ignoring me. “Maybe you should reward her.”

Seven tugged my legs up over his shoulders and dragged me into his face. His tongue returned to the cycle, two of his fingers entering me slowly, beginning to find a rhythm, matching the light sucking and kneading of his tongue. Trembling moans released as I found the blissful end, crying out gleefully.

“Well, Seven? How does she taste?” My eyes flashed open, finding Kairos grinning down at me.

“Strawberries. And cream.” His chest rose and fell as his tongue glided over his lips.

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Dove

Enko’s nostrils flared when he got back from practice, eyes dilating and fixating on the bed. The three of us sat on the couch, both pressed tightly on either side of me. I scampered up from between Seven and Kairos and threw my arms around Enko. His fresh soap scent lingered from his shower, his hair still damp, but he stiffened under my touch. His arms slowly reached around and pulled me to his chest. A slight tremor ran through his body, his breathing coming in loud steady huffs.

“You three do some intense training?” Enko asked dubiously, tightening his hold around me.

Is he upset?I squeaked instead of forming an intelligible response, eyes darting over to Kairos for help.

“Yes,” Kairos answered simply.

“Is your feral side okay? Does the smell bother you?” I asked, spawning dejection into the room.

“You talked about me,” Enko commented blandly at Kairos and Seven.

“Barely,” Kairos said.

Seven cleared his throat awkwardly, standing and stretching, about to slip off into the Shadow Vale, “Well, that’s my cue—”

“Sit down, Seven.” Kairos strode up to Enko, his hand ruffling my hair on the top of my head.

The physical touch amplified his anger, and Enko growled. “Not while I’m holding her.”

“You won’t go feral,” Kairos said with confidence.

“You don’t know that,” my giant mate responded.

“Enko?”

His cocoa eyes flicked down to me, taking a sharp inhale from the top of my head. “Did you have fun, little fox? Did they please you?”

My face flushed strawberry red.

“Well, Fated?” Seven probed before I could answer, prowling closer to me to decipher the truth, examining me like a rabbit he wanted to eat. He flashed his teeth, leaning forward and scraping along my neck—

“Not while I’m holding her,” Enko repeated with a snarl. Seven backed away.

“Why? Would your feral side hurt me?”

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