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Licking from her front to her back, I suck on her clit diamond, then her taint, then fuck her asshole with my tongue before doing it all over again. My teeth grip the ring and tug, and she squirms, a high-pitched keen fluttering from her mouth. Hmm, she likes it. I do it again while stroking her repeatedly in a pattern, making her body shiver in my arms. The fact I’m able to control her like this sends a rapid rush of blood to my dick.

Livia tries to push back into my nose, but I’ve got her hips in a tight grip. Shoving my entire face into her, Ishake my head to tell her no. I’m in control here, and I want to bathe in her sweet nectar. Drown in it until I die.

Lying back, I pull down my sweatpants. My cock is a flagpole, erect and flying high. Grasping it with my right hand, I tug madly to relieve the pressure built up there. The tip is oozing with need.

“Get the fuck up here and mount my face, foxy.”

Livia doesn’t hesitate. She scooches up to sit on me. My nose rubs her hood ring, and my tongue circles her hole. Writhing her hips back and forth, my day’s stubble grazes her inner thighs as she rides. We’re both going to get rug burn.

It doesn’t take long for my little minx to grip my head into a vice and squeeze while screaming, her wetness running into my mouth while I greedily lap it up. Hearing her wails of ecstasy makes me explode in my own hand. I’m drenched from head to toe with sweat, nut, and foxy’s scent.

Livia slides back to sit on my chest. Gripping her thighs with my cum-covered hands, I suckle each of her legs in turn, making little red marks pop up along her creamy skin. “Want another ride? You don’t need a ticket. Just hop back on.” I smirk at her, letting my tongue gather up her residue around my mouth.

She looks at me with softness as her fingers brush back hair that’s stuck to my forehead with perspiration. Groaning, I close my eyes to memorize the sensation. When I open, I’m greeted with another view of her perfect pink pussy lips lounging on my tattooed abdomen.

When my eyes meet hers again, she dismounts, and my hands fall to my side. Leaning up on my elbow, I ask, “Where you going?”

“I need to go home. I’ve been here too long. I’ll call you if I hear anything.” She scrambles off the bed and dresses, then throws on a jacket and darts out of my room. If I hadn’t just orgasmed, I’d chase after her.

Flopping back on the mattress, I huff with irritation. Foxy’s feline ways are getting tiresome quickly.

Thirteen

MAXIMILLIAN

It’s been a couple of weeks since Livia walked out of my bedroom and holed up in her fox den over on the west side. Both Derichs and I made full recoveries. Nothing was badly damaged, and I didn’t need surgery. We’d been sparring to keep up our strength, and occasionally the little fox would stop by for a tussle. Never the kind I wanted, though.

Things around Freidenberg Manor as well as the east side have been flourishing. The house is looking better every day, and its electrical and plumbing systems are finally modernized. Our motorcycle repair place, car wash, and body shop are all running smoothly. Strauss didn’t cause any problems for us, and Arianna has stayed safe behind the walls of our property or with Jakob, still working on getting our papa’s bike fixed.

The financial situation is looking good now that we’re stocked with all the handguns one could ever use, courtesyof Lavinio. He was pleased when I stopped by to bring him the baggie of ears. So much so, he told me I was his son, since he never had one. His men run the guns to ours in batches, a third going out to the Von Dovish clan and a third are sold to Donovan’s, despite his hatred of me. It’s a good income and funds us being able to get more weapons.

I don’t mind, as I want everyone armed. We all need to be if this is going to be a war. Strauss’s men haven’t interfered with the trade, so either they don’t know yet, or are waiting to ambush.

Fortunately, I haven’t had a run-in with the wolves since the casino. Hopefully, Ace won’t retaliate for clocking his necro. Maybe he forgives me, since I’m supplying the entirety of South Side with the renewed armories. After our rendezvous, it looks like my backup plan of having Arianna marry Ace to save her from Strauss may be out of the question, though.

“And then you turn this like this,” Wyatt Steele says, my eyes melded to his hands like he’s my next prey. This man has apparently been getting close to Ari, Jakob informed me. Guy’s been running the shop and is not part of any clan, but he’s a good mechanic. I let him stay on, but I thought I should pay him a visit. Let him know where it’s appropriate to keep his hands…and where it’s not.

Arianna twists back and forth on the little stool next to him, studying his instructions like she’s asked for a milkshake at a soda bar. She told me he’s teaching her how to work on her bike. I don’t like him. And she can’tbe with him. He’s not in a family and doesn’t carry a name.

A faded snake inked along the back of his neck twists into an impossible position as he turns his head to stare at Ari until my throat catches in a protective growl. When I pretend to clear it to mask the noise, Wyatt sits up straight. Dude is big, about my size, and covered in gang tattoos from his crew. A few of them lean on the walls in the garage, with their leather coats flouting the patches showcasing their own family of sorts. I’ve seen them ride together through East Side. All the unaffiliated motorcycle gangs usually have their own hangouts away from the clans on the outskirts of town.

The only thing clean about Wyatt is the high and tight cut of his light brown hair. His affiliation and clothing aren’t what make me mistrust the guy. It’s his eyes. They’re small, narrow, and very light blue. The two beads are also always scowling whenever he looks at anyone…except for my little sister.

“Hey, man. Didn’t see you come in.” He also calls me “man.” Disrespectful. I hold back from telling him so as is my right.

“Yep.” I suppress myself from popping the ‘p’. “Ari, get in the car.”

Arianna’s golden face shines up at me, her big brown eyes pleading. “But Wyatt was just teaching me to?—”

Gritting my teeth to keep myself from lashing out with claws, I command her, “In the car, Arianna. Now.”

Huffing, she stands and gathers her stuff, muttering complaints under her breath the entiretime. Both the mechanic and I watch her leave, but I’m making sure she’s doing what she’s told. Wyatt’s checking out the view. Once she clears the area, I lower my voice. “I’d be real fucking careful with how close you’re getting to her.”

Without even looking at me, he returns to his task with a socket wrench, the grinding of it fraying my last nerve. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

“’Cause it looks like you need to use your arms.”

His bass voice laughs without any joy behind it as he turns his deep-set eyes on me. “Big brother protective vibe. I dig it.” Standing, he starts tossing his tools in a box along a bench as his buddies continue to smoke and gossip nearby. Wyatt’s back muscles twitch underneath his tight-ass T-shirt as he says, barely turning his head, “Need a new shipment, boss. Already sold out of what we had.”

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