Page 71 of Fox of Fox Hall

“Foxlike,” Fox complained quietly, trying not tothink about his mortifying ignorance.

Conall stroked Fox’s cheekbone, then his mouth.“I used to take a sad sort of hope in that.” He watched Foxintently as he found Fox’s curls and brushed the soft ends acrossFox’s parted lips. “I dreamed that we were meant to be, because ofmy name and yours. Foolish, although now I wonder again. Myhome....” His gaze sharpened. “My home that is now yours if youwant it, is named for my family. Vulpedas in the ancient language,but to those who live near us it’s always been called simplyFoxHall.” He kissed Fox’s slack, shocked mouth. “Perhaps it’s beenwaiting for you.”

“Conall.” Fox swallowed, tried to think, but thename was all he could manage. “Conall.”

“A good thought,” Conall went on roughly,pushing forward and pressing down to light Fox up from inside. “Foxof Fox Hall.”

Fox pulled Conall to him with all his strength,rocking up to get Conall hard while Conall was still deep inhim.

To keep him.

That was how a mating worked, Fox told himselfdistractedly, leaning up to seek another kiss. This was how itshould be.

The End

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