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“You said before that it felt good.”
“Yes, but … I could lose control. I could drink too much. Or worse.” I close my eyes again. “I could make you like me.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I could. Don’t tempt me, Briony.”
She glances at my fangs then nods, meeting my gaze. “I know you won’t hurt me. I trust you, Fox.”
I remember how distrustful she was when she arrived, guarding all her secrets so closely. Knowing that she trusts me now creates another kind of warmth in my body, one in my pathetic heart.
I place my knee on the bed, part her legs with my hands.
I smell the wolf even more strongly, right inside her.
A million emotions swirl inside me. Jealousy and envy, yes. But desire and carnality, even more so.
I want to fill her cunt with my seed too. I want to make her mine as well.
I lift her leg and press it into her chest, opening her up for me.
Her pussy is pink, wet with her arousal, and swollen with desire.
I line my cock up with her hole and the beat of her heart is louder than ever in my ears.
I thrust my way inside her and a million rays of sunlight seem to penetrate my darkness.
Chapter Nine
Briony
“Fox!” I cry out as he presses his way inside me. He’s big – a little too big.
He stops and reminds me to breathe, waiting until I relax and can accommodate him some more. Then he pushes further inside, making me gasp, before stopping a second time, and littering kisses up and down my neck.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he growls, “let me inside, just a little more. There’s a good girl. Breathe.”
I do, allowing him to invade me even further.
I don’t know what the hell is happening to me.
How can I be with one man this morning and a different one in the evening? Why don’t I feel any shame about it? I only know how right this feels, how much I want it, how much that new sensation in my veins shimmers as Fox Tudor groans above me, his face strained with concentration and wonderment.
“You feel so good,” he stutters, finally seated all the way inside me.
He links his cold hands with mine and kisses my mouth.
“Okay, Miss Storm?” He’s so big and I’m stretched so wide, I don’t have the ability to speak. I nod instead. “You ready for your professor to teach you one hell of a lesson?”
I whimper, lifting my hips, and he grinds into me.
His eyes glow so intensely, it’s like his irises are aflame and I’m unable to look away from them, transfixed. I wonder if this is how vampires do it. Seduce their victim, lower them in, mesmerize them with their other-worldly eyes until the victim’s begging to be taken like this.
“You’re so damn hot,” he growls, “such a tantalizing tease of a little thing. I should have done this to you a long time ago.” His fangs shine in the dim light of his room, sharp and menacing.
“You should have,” I moan.
He’s strong and powerful – his strength almost inhuman – and he uses his whole body to fuck me. My leg is pinned between our bodies and I can’t wriggle away. I’m forced to lie there and accept the brutality of his body. His eyes spark with something more manic. He licks his tongue up and down one fang, then the other. His eyes leave mine and fixate on my neck.
