“Promise?”
“Fox’s honor, sweetheart.”
Alaya laughed. “Yes, I’ll marry you, but remember you asked for it.”
He grinned. Yes, he did.
Epilogue
“Honey?” Shad stared at the book in his hand with emotions he couldn’t identify.
“What’s up?” Alaya walked into the bedroom and the welcome smile froze on her face when she saw the book he held up for her inspection. His heart warmed with pleasure at the sight of his pearl tied around his new bride’s neck. The simple ceremony had been perfect. Mated in spirit and soon in flesh. He bit back a grin. A good life, finally.
“What’s this?” He pretended a mock anger, but couldn’t quite stop the happy flicks of his tails behind him.
“A book.” All color had drained from her face.
“What kind of book?” The mischief-maker in him had him open it.
Alaya gasped. Shad had manifested his written self, stroking her pussy with slow caresses. “What is it, honey?”
She closed her eyes and moaned.
He increased the torment, pinching her nipples through the cloth.
“Wh-what are you doing to me?”
He held up the book and decided to lay it out straight. “This is something I made a long time ago. It gives me an outlet to vent my frustration or watch the outside world. It’s what you call a soul manifestation.”
He stroked deep and she cried out and fell into muttering curses under her breath.
“What was that, Alaya?” He pinched her nipples just a bit harder and she growled, staring at him from across the room with all the fury of a vixen in heat.
“Please, stop teasing me.”
He stroked deep and twisted. “Never.” The fox fired his skin, shimmering with magick manifested. She moaned and he walked to her trembling form, lifting her from her feet to carry her to their den.
Like the most delicate flower, he laid her on the bed and stripped her slowly, tasting her skin with each movement.
He rubbed a lotion into her skin, rubbing the muscles in tandem to his soul’s slow fucking of her. She writhed on the bed. “Ahh, it burns,” she cried out, pushing her body harder against his hand.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” she whimpered. A broken sob escaped her throat. “It feels so good.”
He wafted the lotion under her nose. “It’s a family recipe, passed down for thousands of years. Do you like it?”
“Yes.” She arched off the bed and he rubbed it into her breasts, teasing and stroking her entire body. The fox’s magick shimmered under his skin and he could feel the need to mate rise within his soul.
His heart had chosen.
“Please, Shad.”
He kissed his way down her stomach until his lips tasted the hot nectar of her pussy, wet and ready for him. He licked her slit with abandon, letting her feel the lazy strokes from his soul still deep within her.
Her skin glowed, becoming damp with sweat. He could taste the change in her as her own soul rose to mate. Shad whispered words of their mating against her damp flesh, marking it as his own, worshipping her with his heart and soul.
When she was ready, he rose above her and thrust deep within her welcoming channel. Her pussy clenched him tight and she cried out, arching against him. The soft caresses of her inner muscles told him she’d come and quickly.
Perfect. He grinned and ducked against her neck, tasting and teasing as much of her skin as he could. Strain built within his heart and soul, stretching to her, joining and binding them together.
She cried out and arched against him, matching him thrust for thrust.
Fire roared down his spine, stretching his tails to the limit and tightening his balls. She gasped and stilled, her body taut as a bow string until she came, burying her face against his chest with teeth buried in his flesh.
He cried out against the top of her head, and their souls snapped together. Orgasm slammed into both of them like an inferno. He thrust again and again until they both lay in a twist of limbs.
He rolled to the side, bringing her with him. She tucked under his chin and sighed, her heart beating in tandem with his own. Love and satisfaction purred along their connection and he smiled, content for the first time in his long, long life.
“I love you, foxy man.”
He chuckled. “I love you too, sweet human. Now sleep. We have grandchildren to make.”
She groaned and cuddled close. A good life indeed.
Dawn Montgomery
Writing is a driving passion for Dawn Montgomery. She’s told stories her entire life and has no intention of slowing down any time soon. Dawn’s world is hectic and it reflects in her tales. Reflection comes later, when you get a chance to breathe. Aside from caring for her family, telling a great story is the most important thing to her and she loves hearing from her readers. You can learn more about Dawn by visiting her website at http://www.dawnmontgomery.com, and you can reach her at [email protected].
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