by J. E. Cluney
I’d known about the boys a bit, but finding out their truths was saddening. And I’d thought I’d had it rough being raised by hunters.
“Did you see me?” I asked quickly. What did he mean, he always had an eye out in the world? Was that something to do with whatever special supe he was?
“No. Kitsunes are hidden from me. As are some other supes. Tristan told me about you on the phone, and knowing how rare you are and that you may need guidance, I asked him to bring you to me.”
Right. That made sense.
“I’ll leave you be, as for texting your brother, I’d be wary. He is a hunter, and you are the prey,” he warned as he turned and headed for the door.
I watched after him, his cane clicking on the floor as he strode out with catlike grace. Why he even had the cane was beyond me.
But he was right.
I needed to be careful with Jackson.
Hell, maybe I was better off putting that whole part of my life behind me.
18
We’d had lunch in the dining hall. A mix of pastries and fruits served by Dominic.
The boys had hounded after me, wanting to talk or whatever, but I’d bailed quickly and fled to my room.
I wasn’t sure how to handle this.
They’d all seemed to have just accepted being mated to me. Well, Damien seemed a little put off by it, but the others were rather thrilled. Guess all they could think about was the sex side of it.
I’d texted Jackson, informing him I was safe and knew the truth and didn’t wish to speak to him. A series of calls had followed, and I abandoned my phone to go exploring.
The mansion was massive, with various rooms, a library, study rooms, halls, you name it, it seemed to have it all. Not that I had the privilege of knowing what some of them were called.
I’d found the enormous kitchen on the ground floor, and stole some fresh strawberries from the fridge before scampering off.
I drew up before the last door in the hall, a heavy looking wooden door with cast iron hinges and a heavy duty lock on it.
What was hidden in this room?
I pursed my lips as I stared at it. I tested the handle, which was obviously locked, but I had to try.
Maybe I could pick it? It looked like an older style of lock, but I’d picked hundreds over the years in my hunting. After all, we had to learn about our targets first, sometimes scout their homes out. Other times I’d been taught to break in and kill them in their sleep.
I’d screwed a few in the process of doing that before finishing them off.
I’d never once been turned down, even after breaking in. I guess that had something to do with my kitsune side.
“Yeah, no one can resist a kitsune when it’s horny.”
I jumped as I rounded on Wesley, who gave me a sheepish grin.
“Sorry. We kinda hear everything. Mostly when we’re closer together. I wouldn’t break into that room, it’s Mr Oxley’s. None of us have ever been in there,” he shrugged.
“And you’ve never wondered what it’s like in there?” I frowned.
“No, not my place. He gave me a home, why would I invade his privacy like that?” Wes said as he ran a hand through his fiery hair. It was cut fairly short, and stood up straight on top of his head.
“You really remember nothing? He told me how you got found in an alley and raised by a woman,” I gave him an inquisitive look.
“Jennifer was her name, she was my mom pretty much,” Wesley murmured, his smile dropping as he shifted uneasily. Guess she was a touchy subject.
“You never knew what you were?” I asked.
“Well, I kinda figured out I wasn’t normal when I was a kid. I could see things differently than others, sense when other supes were around. But they didn’t know what I was, so they avoided me. Mostly shifters, werewolves, and witches. They’re the most common supes,” he shrugged as he played with the hem of his grey jacket. He wore a maroon shirt that only made his hair stand out more, and a pair of blue skinny jeans. Bare feet though, I noticed.
“But you can shift now? What’s it like?” I asked as I began walking back towards one of the study rooms. He kept in step with me as shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Strange. I mean, I turn into a phoenix,” he chuckled. “I’m on fire.”
“I’ve never seen a phoenix,” I said, imagining a giant fiery bird taking over his body in the training room.
“Not that epic,” he laughed. “Smaller, although I can grow my size by fueling my fire, if that makes sense,” he said as he gave me a boyish smile.
“Not really,” I grinned back as we entered the study room.
I strode over to the nearest couch and sunk into the brown luxurious leather.
Instead of taking the armchair, Wesley plopped down beside me.
“When I was a teen, I accidentally set myself on fire. Then I realized it had no effect on me. I’m glad it happened when I was home alone, but I had to toss my burned clothes and spray a ton of air freshener before Jennifer got home,” he chuckled.
“That must have been scary, especially if you had no one to tell you what was going on,” I frowned, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. At least they’d come along at the perfect time, informing me of what I was.
“It was. I started playing with the gas stove, touching the flames. Fire never hurt me. I had to teach myself to keep it under control, as my hands would sometimes burst into flames when I got emotional,” he pursed his lips together as he pulled his legs up under him. He looked utterly adorable in a strangely handsome and attractive way.
“Did she know?” I asked softly. I could feel his sadness about the woman he’d considered a mother to him.
“No, I was afraid she’d throw me out,” he gave a sharp laugh, but the pain I felt in him was crippling. He’d regretted not confiding in her. Because he’d had to lessen his interactions with her due to his powers. And he’d lost time with her, time he’d never get back now that she died.
I could sense all of this from him. Guess this was what our bond did.
“I’m sorry, sorry she passed away,” I murmured as I rested a hand on his knee.
“Yeah, well, she wasn’t doing too well anymore, had some cancer,” he sighed. “She never told me much about it, she didn’t want me to worry.”
I squeezed his knee, and those warm brown eyes settled on me as he gave me a half smile.
“I didn’t have it too bad, your adopted family wanted to kill you,” he said, then winced when I stiffened. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, well, guess I hadn’t seen that coming. Fuck, my life has had one major overhaul,” I sighed as I lolled my head back against the couch cushion.
“But at least you’re not living a lie anymore,” Wesley said softly.
That was definitely true.
“Were you really going to shit on me in the car?” I grinned, wanting to alleviate this dark cloud that had settled on us.
“Hey, you were the one who stabbed me and killed me,” he playfully jabbed at me.
“Part of my job, sorry,” I giggled as I tried to slap his hands away.
“Well, I spoke to the boys, we want you to bounty hunt with us. You’re really good, you fought us pretty easily,” he said as he sat back.
“Oh, do you now?” I snorted.
“C’mon, you’re good at killing and hunting, might as well keep using that skillset,” he winked at me with that adorable little grin. He had some of the cutest dimples in his cheeks when he grinned widely like that.
I was only now noticing the silver stud in his left ear too. It suited him well.
“So, do you only hurl fire and turn into a phoenix?” I asked as I wrapped a strand of blonde hair around my finger.
“Is that not enough?” he scoffed.
“Just curious, phoenixes are new to me,” I said absently.
“I don’t just hurl fire. I can manipulate it and create it if I want to,” he rolled his eyes, as if I’d insulted him.
“Wha
t do you mean?” I gave him a bemused look.
Wesley flicked his head upwards, and I looked up and gaped at the fiery ball that came to life over us, floating above us like a fiery disco ball.
“Wicked,” I grinned.
“Comes in handy,” he smirked, and I dropped my eyes back to him, finding that he was checking me out.
‘Stockings look good on you,’ he purred inside my head.
Fuck.
As soon as his voice slipped in, my body had sparked to life.
“Sex is always around the corner for you, isn’t it,” he chuckled, but his eyes betrayed him. He was definitely thinking about it too.
“I have to admit, that was the first time I’ve gone inside a chick with another guy. And it was dammnnn gooood,” he moaned as he shuffled forward.
Not like I’d just had a shower or anything.
I squealed as he pulled me down by my legs and leaned over me, smiling down at me deviously.
“You’re all mine now,” he said slyly as he leaned forward.
“I belong to no one,” I shot back, but he shut me up with a hot and needy kiss.
Heat tingled up my spine and exploded inside my head, and my body fell apart beneath him as I moaned into his mouth.
His tongue danced over my lower lip, begging for entrance as his hands slid up under my tee to explore.
His warm hands left lingering heat as he brushed them across my ribs and down my sides. God, he was so warm.
I bit his lower lip with a growl as his fingers snuck under my waistband, and he chuckled against my mouth, forcing his tongue inside mine.
Our tongues fought and explored as I ran my hands up and under his shirt, and his fingers playfully ran along the top of my tuft of hair. He was definitely wanting to just tease me first.
I’d never really spent many times enjoying the lead-up to sex. When it was a target, you didn’t want to get attached by entertaining some foreplay, you just got down to business.
But I desperately wanted to explore his body strangely, something I’d never cared much for before.
My hands traversed his smooth, toned skin, and he shivered beneath my touch as I moved them up to brush over his nipples. The reaction I got of a harsh shudder made me go over them again.
Someone liked his nipples played with.
I broke our kiss to gulp in desperate mouthfuls of air as he tugged his shirt and jacket off and grinned down at me.
He was quick to help me remove mine too.
“Such a pretty little fox,” he chuckled as dipped down to kiss my neck.
“Such a handsome fuck,” I rasped back as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He laughed at this, the sound making my heart warm and stomach flutter. God, it was music to my ears.
I aggressively flipped us, startling him as I growled and straddled him.
“Guess you like being in control,” he purred, moaning as I ran my hands down his tight abs and fluttered them over his waistband.
“Always,” I smirked as I bowed down to litter kisses across his chest.
His hands wrapped around me and undid my bra, tossing it to the floor. His fingertips slid down my back, tickling me and making me quiver at the sweet sensation.
I moved to kiss his perky nipple, and he stiffened but then moaned. Guess he’d never explored with nipples much before.
I swirled my tongue over it, loving how he arched into me, his arousal straining against his jeans and pushing into my thigh.
I suckled on his nipple as I played with his other, and his hands grew more hungry, gripping my skin as he ground into my thigh.
“This feels so good,” he moaned as I switched nipples.
I knew I loved it, why wouldn’t he? Not all men were fans of it, but he was loving it.
He rumbled deep inside as a flicker of flames danced down his chest, brushing along my chin and making me pull back. Except it hadn’t burned me, it had only felt pleasantly warm.
“Relax, I can control if it burns or not,” he murmured as he pulled me back down for a desperate, passionate kiss.
I allowed him to move us into an upright position, and then he was lifting me up into the air, still wrapped around his waist and our lips locked.
He set me down on the nearby table, shoving the books and objects away as he pulled back. He ducked down, kissing my breasts, and I fell back on the table with my legs dangling off as he ravished my body.
Soft kisses littered me, and he took his time nibbling and suckling on my nipples, the heat scorching through me as he pushed his erection between my legs.
“So toned for a girl,” he purred, and I chuckled and rolled my eyes at the smartass remark. But I was enjoying this too much to say anything snarky back. Hell, I was dripping wet now, and dying for him to fuck me.
I sat up, my core muscles working overtime as I claimed his mouth by surprise. My hands fell to his waist, and I unbuttoned his jeans with ease and yanked them down along with his briefs.
His throbbing arousal bounced out, standing firm for me, and I trembled in anticipation.
I needed him inside me, now.
I tugged at my shorts and stockings, and Wes helped me remove them with ease before he stood up again.
Those dark eyes sent delicious shivers of excitement coursing through me.
This was going to be good.
He pulled me off the table and hard against his chest, kissing me hard and dominating my mouth. Someone was in overdrive now. I could feel it inside him, in his mind and body. The air had thickened with our crazy arousal, and my chest was beginning to pound at the desperation filling me.
He spun me around in his arms, and bent me over the table as I moaned and quivered.
Finally.
‘Fuck me already.’
‘You make it impossible to say no,’ his sultry voice filled my head.
I gasped as a slap resounded, and then moaned as the pain spread throughout my asscheek like fire.
“You like a little pain, huh? Naughty little fox,” he growled as he held me down on the table.
This was new to me for sure. I was always the one in control, driving the situation. But this, I fucking loved this.
He slammed into me, shoving me hard against the table as that hot cock practically kissed my womb from the force.
‘Don’t stop.’
‘I’m going to fuck you like the naughty bitch you are. This is for killing me,’ his voice growled inside my head.
He pulled back, slamming into me again and the table groaning as it slid across the floor an inch.
I moaned loudly, my body trembling from the pain and pleasure all at once. God damn.
“You think you can kill me without consequence?” he grunted as he slammed into me again, gripping my hips and driving me back to meet him. I gasped and moaned as he continued slamming into me methodically, hard and deep.
“I’ll make you want to scream and beg for me to finish you,” he growled.
Well, Wes sure had turned into a kinky little shit, hadn’t he?
But it was utterly devastating.
He slammed into me over and over, holding me down against the table with more force than necessary.
The table moved with us as he pounded into me, grunting and growling.
I moaned and tried to move back against him, but he slapped my ass hard again.
“I’m in control,” he snarled.
He sure fucking was.
He chuckled, but it died out as he slammed into me again, this time with a moan escaping his lips.
I gripped the table hard as he fucked me like a goddamn gorilla, slamming into me and making my uterus beg for mercy. No mercy was coming its way. This was too fucking good. I don’t care if I was bleeding and sore afterwards, this orgasm was going to be worth it.
He drove into me hard and deep, refusing to fasten his pace despite my soft begs and moans.
“Tell me you want me to finish you,” he grunted as he drove into me.
Fuck. I was writhing o
n the table now, my legs straining as my body screamed for its finish. But I couldn’t. Not with how slow this was. I needed hard and fast, that was how this worked.
“Fuck you,” I grunted, and he slammed into me again, making me whimper.
“Scream for me, Savage,” he growled. “Make me finish you.”
I whimpered and squirmed, moaning when he drove into me again.
Goddamn. He was going to make me do it. My body was going wild, so hot and desperate. I was panting now as he pounded into me, and my mind was right on the verge of bliss.
‘Scream for me.’
“Fucking finish me!” I shouted, my lungs burning from the force.
“Who’s a good girl?” he purred.
And then he began fastening. I clenched the table for dear life as I gasped and moaned, bouncing back and forth as he hammered into me hard and deep.
The fire shot through me just as my own orgasm hit, and I cried out loudly as the white washed before my eyes. My body spasmed against the table, every nerve-ending exploding with pleasure as it rocked through me, burning like wildfire inside me. Warmth washed over me comfortingly, and I gasped for air, my chest heaving as the waves rolled over me fiercely.
Wesley was bowed over me, resting on my back as he panted and trembled.
The euphoria hung around for longer than before, and I lay in utter bliss, warm and satisfied as Wesley kissed my back lazily.
“Good fuck?” he murmured.
“You really need to ask?” I breathed, still coming down from my incredible high.
‘Guess my little dominant kitsune likes the tables to be turned,’ he mused.
‘Apparently.’
“Tell me, Sav, how do you mind doing the walk of shame after that pounding?” he chuckled.
“What?” I frowned, but it was too late.
He tore out of me, snatching up all of our clothes while I lay sore and momentarily drained on the table.
I managed to push off the table, stumbling as my lady parts screamed at me, my hips and legs aching from the pounding.
But his laughter was already out in the hall.
Little fuck.
And my body was struggling.