Page 28 of Foxin' Around

Her legs hooked around his thighs, holding him to her even as it gave her greater purchase to meet his thrusts with her own increasing urgency. She was like a feral goddess beneath him, her eyes glittering with her madness of passion, her tiny human claws raking over his skin deliciously as his hips snapped a brutal pace, driving them higher and higher until he felt the deep telltale flutter of her climax climbing.

Groaning, he carefully gripped the tender flesh of her shoulder between his teeth, holding her pinned beneath him as he rutted into her, his rhythm reaching a fever pitch of ecstasy before breaking altogether as his cock finally leaped within her snug clasp and ballooned, expanding rapidly as it tightly filled her cunt. She cried out, her body convulsing with her screams of release and Syrix ground against her, yanking back against his knot, each pull sending a deep bolt of pleasure through him until he was shaking with it as his testicles tightened as his cock jerked and pulsed.

He growled roughly with his first release and then nearly cried in unbearable pain-pleasure when her cunt tightened like a vise and rhythmically squeezed him, drawing on him with such strength that stream after stream of his seed was expelled forcibly until he shook violently from the pleasure of it. His mate’s screams of bliss rose into the sky along with his brutal snarl that could not be contained. He shattered repeatedly within her hot, tight clutch, and with every fracture he took her with him until they finally, at last, lay collapsed on the grass with the scent of crushed flowers and sex clinging heavily around them.

Not wanting to crush his mate, Syrix rolled partially. All he could think of was holding his mate as he looped his arms around her and breathed their mingled scents in as he lay there with her. Although he had some misgivings about the secrets that remained between them, he felt hope for their future as he curled around her. It was hard not to feel that way while lying in his mate’s arms on such a beautiful afternoon.

And he could not wait to get her home and into his bed where he could do it all over again.

Chapter

Twenty-One

Krystal scrunched her nose at the sensation of something tickling it before finally scratching the tip with her finger. That accomplished, her hand fell back into the grass, and she sighed contently, a smile curling her lips. Giving an itch a good scratching was definitely the most satisfying feeling. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so relaxed. Not only did she release enough tension to make her limbs feel like limp noodles, but she was comfortably warm from the sun and Syrix’s body sprawled partially over her.

Something large and incredible soft brushed against her hip and she mumbled sleepily, her brow knitting faintly. What an odd sensation.

“What do you have there?” she mumbled, and her eyes fluttered open to stare down at her hip that was presently draped with a very large, red fox tail.

The fur lifted slightly and relaxed before the tail dragged from her hip to her thigh. Her eyes followed the length of the tail until it disappeared behind Syrix’s thigh. What? Was Fixi asleep on the other side of him? She skimmed her palm over the top of the fur, expecting the fox to bound up out of hiding, eager toplay, but the tail merely lifted as if following the movement of her hand. That was a strange reaction. Perplexed, she very gently wrapped her fingers around the tip of the tail and gave it a very gentle, but firm, tug.

The tail tensed in her hand and Syrix moaned loudly, sending a rush of heat through her to pool low in her belly. That desire, however, was muted as everything came to a screeching halt within her mind as it focused in on the fact that he was reacting to the tail being pulled. A tail that had to be attached just above his muscular ass… not to Fixi.

“What the fuck?” she shouted.

Syrix shot up with a look of groggy surprise, his head twisting as he glanced around and giving her an excellent view of the fox ears pushing out from hair that appeared denser and softer, almost like fur. Seeing no threat, his head turned toward her, and for the first time she felt like she was truly seeing his face. Its planes were sharply defined, and his eyes had an inhuman shape that reminded her of her first glimpse of him. She’d thought she imagined everything, and yet his glowing red eyes were focused on her as she stared up at him in shock.

“What the fuck,” she repeated, this time at a whisper. “You’re… you’re not fucking human.”

His eyes widened and he looked down at the clawed hand he lifted until his gaze shot to his tail which he immediately snapped away from her leg. His lips twisted and he winced as he met her eyes.

“Sweetheart, I can explain,” he began as he hastily reached for his robe laying beside him and drew the edge over his leg and tail.

“Don’t sweetheart me! What the fuck are you? And why are you covering up now? It’s a bit too late for that!” she snapped.

Sighing, he released the material so that it draped over him, only partially obscuring his inhumanity. “This is not as bad as it looks.”

“That’s funny because it looks pretty outrageous from my perspective. How did you make yourself look… look?—”

“Look human?” he finished, his lips tipping wryly. “It is called glamour, and it is a useful trick that many races possess.”

“You lying, deceitful—” she seethed.

“Utterly adorable little fox?” he interrupted with such a cheeky smile that her lips twitched involuntarily.

Krystal blinked and shook her head with a reluctant chuckle but stubbornly bit it back. No, she couldn’t let herself become distracted or charmed by him.

“I don’t understand,” she muttered.

“It is what I am. Or rather, a spirit fox,” he clarified. “This is merely my two-legged form, but like many magical species, I’m able to conceal certain features with glamour as a defense mechanism to blend in.”

She took in his vivid red hair and tail and his black tipped ears as her mind quickly put the pieces together, producing a picture that angered her further. If he had a two-legged form, she had zero doubt that he also had a four-legged form. “You’re Jasper,” she whispered in shock. “All this time and you never gave me the smallest clue that it was you. It was just Jasper who followed me around and slept with me.” Her brows slammed downward in anger. “And slept with me,” she repeated, grinding the words out furiously. “You were lying with me practically every night and never told me!”

An abashed look crossed his face. “I wanted to tell you. You just looked so afraid when you arrived, and I did not wish for you to be frightened further by something so small.”

“Small?” she echoed. “That seems like a pretty big lie.”

He grimaced. “It was not a lie. Not once did I lie to you and claim to be human. While I may have made my appearance more familiar, I never concealed my magic and everything I shared with you regarding my past and my feelings was nothing less than the truth.”

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