Page 23 of Vow Of A Fox

“Oh god, yes.” She dug her fingers into my shoulders.

I set a slow, leisurely pace, teasing her with my tongue. Groaning, she moved restlessly against me. I pumped my fingers in and out of her while sucking and lapping at her swollen clit. Her head tipped back as she released a sharp cry and her walls tightened around my fingers. I lapped up every drop of her pleasure as she melted, boneless, against me.

“Ben,” she panted.

I kissed her inner thigh before standing, and then aligned myself with her entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, I entered her. We both groaned at the sensation. I stilled for a moment, savoring the feeling of being joined with her so intimately, but then a primal need took over. I plunged into her while she clung to me, her nails digging into my back as her hips rose to meet each powerful thrust of mine.

“Harder,” she demanded, and I was helpless to deny her.

Gripping her hips, I drove into her harder and deeper, just like she wanted. The kitchen filled with the erotic sounds of skin slapping against skin, ragged breaths, and soft moans. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, changing the angle so I could go even deeper.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned out. “I’m not going to last.”

“Then don’t.”

Her nails raked down my back as I pounded into her. I leaned forward, burying my face into the crook of her neck and nipped at her skin. She tightened around me, and I knew she was close. Reaching between us, I found her sensitive bud and stroked it in small circles, sending her over the edge. Her body shuddered against mine, and the feel of her clenching rhythmically around my shaft was my undoing.

I followed her into oblivion.

My head fell to her shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath, my heart hammering against my rib cage. We stayed like that for several minutes, holding each other close as we drifted down from our incredible high. Finally, I lifted my head to meet her gaze. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips and I couldn’t help thinking how beautiful she was—cheeks flushed, hair wild, skin slick with sweat.

“I love you,” I said, without meaning to.

Her eyes widened briefly at my unexpected declaration, but then her smile softened her expression. “I love you too.” She skimmed her teeth along her bottom lip, her gaze never wavering from mine. “I think I have for a while now, but my fox realized it before I did.”

Leaning in, I captured her lips in a slow, tender kiss. When we broke apart, I reluctantly stepped back and helped her off the counter. We gathered our scattered clothes, and redressed.

Once we were both decent again, Sienna surveyed the mess we’d made in the kitchen. Utensils were strewn across the floor, a dish towel had fallen from the counter, and somehow, we’d shifted a coffee maker into the sink.

“Looks like we made quite the mess.” Sienna laughed.

I grinned sheepishly, running my fingers through my hair. “Sorry about that. I guess we got a little carried away.”

“Don’t apologize. It was definitely worth it.”

Chuckling, I pulled her into my arms again, unable to resist. “Agreed. Though next time maybe we should aim for the bedroom instead of the kitchen counter.”

“Next time, huh?” She shifted to look at me, arching a brow playfully. “Awfully presumptuous of you.”

“Well, you did profess your love for me,” I teased back. “I figured that entitled me to at least a second round...and a third...and a fourth…” I punctuated each number with a quick peck on her lips.

“Mmm, I suppose I can’t argue with that logic,” she murmured against my mouth. Her fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of my neck, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

“So, what now?” I asked. “Want to watch a movie? Go out to dinner? Or should I head home?”

“You can’t leave tonight,” she said. “My fox won’t allow it. Not after what happened in the woods with Xander. He might know who you are, and he might come after you, which isn’t a risk either of us feel comfortable taking.”

“I don’t have an issue staying with you tonight,” I said. A smirk twisted across my face half a second later. “But let it be known I’m not scared of a raven—shifter or not. I’ll put him to sleep again if I have to.”

“You’re impossible,” she said with a slight laugh and an eye roll.

Warmth spread through me at the sound of her laughter.

She took a step back and reached for her phone. “Actually, I need to let my crew know I got the feather,” she explained, her fingers flying over the screen.

“What’s your crew like?” I asked. “Shouldn’t they be called a skulk?”

I knew that was what a group of foxes was called, but maybe the terminology was different in the shifter world.

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