Page 22 of Vow Of A Fox

Instead, all I felt was fascination.

“Thanks for telling me,” I said, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was trusting me with this secret. That meant something to me. “I always knew you were?—”

“Trouble?” she interrupted, the corner of her mouth lifting into a teasing smile. “It’s the red hair. I get it all the time.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I wasn’t going to say that.”

Her grin widened, and all I could do was stare. She was trouble, sure, but the kind I couldn’t walk away from. The kind I didn’t want to walk away from.

“Seriously,” I said, my gaze never wavering from hers as I stepped closer. “Thank you for trusting me with this. I’m honored.”

Her breath hitched at the gesture, and I became acutely aware of the subtle rise and fall of her chest.

“Not like you gave me much of a choice. You followed me and saw what I am,” she whispered. “But I’m glad it was you who saw and not anyone else. I’m glad you know now.”

“I don’t know what it was, or why I followed you. I can’t explain it.” The area between my brows drew together. “All I know is there was a pull in me unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I had to make sure you were safe.”

Something in her expression changed, and suddenly the kitchen, the world, the weight of what I’d learned faded away. It was just us. Nothing else remained.

“The pull you felt,” she said, her voice laced with something deeper. “I feel it too. It’s real.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, leaning closer without realizing it.

Our breath mingled in the practically nonexistent space between us.

“My fox,” she whispered. “She chose you. What you feel—that’s the mate bond.”

I didn’t fully understand what she was saying, but I didn’t need to. She’d just confirmed what I felt for her was something she felt, too. The pull, the connection, the certainty about her—she felt all of it.

I closed the miniscule gap between us, cupping her face, and brushed my lips over hers, testing the waters. Her hand lifted to grip the back of my neck as her mouth moved beneath mine. The kiss deepened into something raw, needy, and passionate like a wildfire flamed by high winds.

Utterly unstoppable.

My hands glided from her face down the curves of her body, desperate to feel every inch of her. When I reached her hips, I lifted her onto the kitchen counter, knocking over a utensils container and spilling its contents to the floor.

The noise didn’t jar either of us.

Sienna wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even closer. Heat built to a near scorching level where we touched. She ground against me, rolling her hips in a rhythmic motion that had me straining against my zipper. I trailed hungry kisses down her neck as her fingers began working on the buttons of my shirt. Once she had them all undone the fabric fell away and she raked her nails down my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I groaned against her collarbone, my length nearly throbbing with want.

“I need you,” she breathed against my ear, untangling herself from me. “Now.”

In one swift motion, she unbuttoned my jeans and reached in to grip my rock-hard shaft. A groan escaped me as she pumped her hand. My head fell back as my eyes rolled into my head at the feel of her touch.

“Fuck, Sienna,” I muttered, my voice thick.

She slid off the counter and lowered herself onto her knees in front of me, tugging my jeans and boxers down to my ankles before taking me into her mouth. My breath hissed out between my teeth as I felt her warm, soft tongue swirl around my tip before she took me deep into her throat. The suction was mind-blowing as she bobbed up and down my length. I buried my fingers in her silky red hair as my hips rocked forward of their own accord to meet her hungry mouth.

“God, your mouth feels incredible,” I breathed, barely able to form words.

She hummed in response, the vibration sending tingles racing through my core and up my spine. Her tempo picked up, and my knees weakened. I knew I wouldn’t last long, so I gently tugged her hair, urging her back to her feet. Claiming her mouth in a searing kiss, I made quick work of the button on her jeans. She slipped out of them, kicking them to the side. I tugged at the hem of her sweater next, pulling it over her head. It joined the growing pile of clothes on her kitchen floor. Unclasping her bra, she slid herself free and dropped it to the floor next. I drank in the sight of her bare breasts. They were perfect. Bending my head, I captured one of her pebbled nipples between my lips and swirled my tongue around it before grazing it with my teeth. A soft moan tore from her throat.

It was the most tantalizing sound I’d ever heard a woman make.

I lifted her back onto the counter, my mouth never leaving her breast. My hands slid down her body to hook into the waistband of her lacy panties. I dragged them slowly downher silky thighs, torturing myself with the feel of her smooth skin. She kicked them off eagerly once they reached her ankles and pulled my mouth to hers. Her lips crashed against mine in a feverish kiss. My fingers trailed along the inside of her thigh while our tongues danced, and I nudged her knees wider. Finding her slick center, I circled her sensitive bud with my thumb. Another soft moan escaped her, but it turned to a gasp the instant I slid a finger past her folds. I pumped in and out, adding a second finger to stretch her further. The soft sounds that emanated from her then were the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

“Ben,” she whimpered, writhing against my hand.

I knew what she needed, but I knew what I needed too. Dropping to my knees, I dipped my head to taste her. She cried out at the first featherlight flick of my tongue, hips lifting off the counter.

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