Zero Fox to Give (Misfit Shifters Book 1)
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Zero Fox to Give
Misfit Shifter Pack One
Rae Foxx
Text Copyright ©2020 by Rae Foxx
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
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1
"Scar, baby? You in there?"
I jumped off the toilet so fast that the book I had been reading fell to the floor. The old leather cover, with its phallic men staring up at me, made a thump. I could have sworn one of them was winking at me as I smoothed my skirt back down and went to wash my hands. No need to flush the toilet because I hadn't been doing that.
I had, however, been doing other things that I didn't want the twins on the other side of the door to know about.
Even if it was them I had been thinking about.
I mean, how do you start a conversation like that? ‘Hey, so I have this book that is essentially group sex porn, and it like, totally turns me on, and I like, totally want to do that with you two because I’ve loved you both for years, and I’m pretty sure you’re my mates.’
It clearly needed some more ‘likes’ and ‘totallys’. Awkward topics turned me into a fifteen-year-old valley girl, I guess.
I had known the twins for almost seven years; since we were fifteen and attending Bloodwood Academy for the first time. It was the elite school for the supernatural that my parents had scrimped money together for years in order for me to attend.
It was also the school that the twins and I had accidentally collapsed into a hole in a burning inferno of destruction a week ago. Which is why we were in this hotel room together making a depressing pilgrimage back to our hometowns. It was also why I had the book…
In a hotel, with the two guys I wanted more than anything, with a book that was pretty much a harem guide in our possession. It was our last night here before we reached home and any chance of my dream threesome was gone. It was all just the perfect combination for me to broach the subject of them being my mates, of my fox wanting both of them.
Of me wanting both of them.
I wanted them inside of me, I wanted both of them to take me and fill me just like the vampires in the book were taking the Fae girl, her face twisted up in pure ecstasy as the vampires pushed their large...This book had me thinking all kinds of things I’d never imagined before. I’d gone from virgin to wanton in my thoughts.
"Scar?" Owen yelled through the door again, and I jumped, splashing the water I had been using to wash my aroma from my fingers all over the mirror.
"Let her shit in peace," Evan's voice came right after, followed by something that was close to a bark from his brother and the sound of stomping and grunting that I had quickly learned to decipher as wrestling.
"I just want to make sure she's okay..." Owen grunted, the sound cut off by more wrestling and something that was close to a mew.
Silly cats.
"I'm fine!" I yelled as I cut across the worn floor to the hotel we had taken up residence in after the destruction of our school two days ago, and swung the door open with a squeak that pulled their attention.
Sure enough, Owen had Evan in a headlock. Evan’s leg already swept wide in an attempt to take his brother down to the gross carpet, and probably slap each other until someone cried mercy. Or whatever it was they did. I still hadn't figured that out.
"You guys want some grease with that wrestle? I could use some entertainment." I smirked at my own joke and instantly regretted it. Images rammed inside my mind as I imagined other things ramming in other places, the thought joined with that of them wrestling, sliding skin against skin.
Skin against my skin.
I swallowed and bit my bottom lip, but the guys stepped away from each other and stood at attention. Okay, so I would have to log that fantasy away seeing as I clearly wasn't going to get them to oblige me.
"A girl can dream," I sighed mostly to myself as I slipped past the stunned twins and flopped myself onto the full-sized bed I had claimed as my own. Evan let out an awkward chuckle as Owen practically ran into the bathroom, yelling something about his turn to take a shit.
Weird thing about living with guys… they talk about their poop and their farts... a lot.
You would think that they would be all prim and proper like the guys in the book—
Oh, fuck! The book!
I sat straight up, eyes wide as I stared at the door to the bathroom that Owen had locked himself in. The bathroom that I had left the book in, face down, all of those beautiful leather cocks on the cover pointing at the ceiling and not wrapped in a towel and tucked under the sink as it had been since we had gotten here.
Evan was oblivious to my panic. The guy had already grabbed a handheld video game and sunk into the one large chair that the room had to offer. The tings and pings from the racing game served as a haunted backdrop to the sighs and grunts of Owen in the bathroom until they were interrupted by a very loud sigh and a...
"What the fuck?" Not a normal sound to come from a bathroom. "What the fucking Fae cocks?"
Okay, so he had found the book.
Evan looked up at his brother’s outburst, both of us staring at the door, albeit for different reasons. Each second that ticked by burrowed into my belly in a panic until the door was thrown open, and Owen emerged from the bathroom, leather book in hand, the pages opened to the exact diagram I had been looking at.
One girl, being beautifully filled by two cocks.
"What the fuck... what is...?" Owen asked with a wide smile as I turned a disastrous shade of red. "Where did you get this?"
"Technically, I got it from Ivy," I answered without hesitation, referencing my BFF who had loaded her and her three mates into a van and driven off into the sunset. "But she got it from her vampire mate, Saxon, who, if I had to guess, got it from the library at Bloodwood."
"Ha! Makes sense. That place was always an orgy." Owen gave a humorless laugh as he turned the pages of the book, his eyes widening at each image, the front of his pants beginning to strain.
I had to fight the urge to bite my lower lip and spread my legs like some kind of welcoming card, but I couldn't look away from his growing erection either. I had seen him naked enough in p
ack meetings that I knew what he was hiding, which really did not help the fueling of the fantasies that the book gave me.
Keep yourself under control, Scarlet.
"Orgies?” Evan asked, jumping up from the chair to join his brother. Of course, that was what would get his attention. I don't think he had expected the contents of the book, however. His eyes widened at the image of whatever the two were looking at, his pants straining almost instantly.
God damn it.
I had been in love with the twins for years, but up until a few weeks ago, it had never been a possibility. But then everything happened with Ivy and her harem. Now a harem wasn’t so unheard of.
Now they stood before me, erections growing, staring at a book that told them exactly what to do... exactly what I wanted from them.
It's not like group sex was unheard of, we had gone to Bloodwood Academy with their orgy library after all. But having two mates was supposed to be impossible. The pack I grew up in would kick you out for such “destructive behavior.”
And I wasn't just asking for a fuck, I was asking for them to be with me. Both of them. My mates.
"Yes, it's an orgy book," I answered confidently, pulling all four of their grey eyes to me. Their lips pulled into tiny grins as those bulges continued to tent their jeans. "It's what I masturbate to... which is what I was doing in the bathroom."
I was clearly not backing down, and they were just as shocked as I was by my statement.
They both looked from the book to me in slow motion, their smiles stretching as I slowly grinned at them.
If I was going for it, I was going all in. This hadn't exactly been how I wanted to approach the subject, but here we were.
"I like that book. I like to imagine myself in that book. I like to imagine you both in it with me," I continued, and Evan nearly dropped the heavy book, barely holding onto the thing as they both stared slack-jawed at me.
I gave them a sly smile, and, whether I wanted them to or not, my legs fell open, my skirt folding up. The cold air of the hotel room brushed the wet of my lace underwear, making me sure that they could see me.
See my wet.
Owen swallowed, his lips pulling up as he looked from me to the book.
"So you want this then?" he asked. The twins may be mischievous little buttheads sometimes, but they weren't stupid.
"I do." I sat up, leaning toward them and pushing my skirt back down. "But I don't just want you to fuck me. I want you to be with me..."
"Isn't that what fucking is?" Owen asked, his voice as strained as his pants now.
"No," I shook my head. "That book is all about pack companionship—"
"Harems," Evan provided, turning the page and pulling the word right out of the book.
"Yes. Multiple mates." I swallowed, knowing there was no going back now, and wanting to make perfect sense of it all. "I've felt a pull from you two for a while. I never thought it was possible, because you can't be with two. But then Ivy came along... and the book..." I didn't look away from the twins as I slid off the bed and stood before them, both of them standing a full head taller than me.
"You are my mates. I know it, I have felt it for a year. Maybe more. That pull. I thought I had been crazy, but now I know. You’re mine, and I want you both," I held out my hands, heart thundering in my chest as I exposed my soul to them. I prepared for either ultimate joy or ultimate rejection. "You are my mates. I know it."
The twins didn't move. They stared from me to my hands, to each other, and through it all, I stood still. Hands outstretched. Waiting.
"Scarlet," Owen began, tucking the book underneath his arm as he grabbed the hand that was closest to him. "We’ve known it too. We felt that pull the first day we saw you..." My heart skipped a beat.
"I can't tell you how many times we have fought over you," Evan continued, grabbing my other hand as he interrupted his brother. "How many times we have argued whose mate you really were, and if you were either of ours. But before now..."
"It was impossible." I guess it was my turn to finish their sentences. They both smiled and nodded, squeezing my hand as their thumbs ran over my skin in little spirals that were sending fireworks over my arms, down my back and to the pool of desire that was quickly taking over my entire body.
"Are you really saying that you want both of us?" Evan asked, stepping closer.
"That we can share?" Owen continued, both boys moving so close that their warmth washed over the chill of the hotel room in a flood, the smell of the feral musk arousing me further.
"Not share. Just have. All of us, together. As mates." The last words choked out as the twins stepped closer still, as their hands left mine to trail up my arms to span over my back, over my belly. “I...I just wanted you both to know that I’ve never... I mean, I’m a virgin.”
Evan's smile spread as he stepped before me, Owen's fingers tickling up my arm as he stepped behind. Owen's touch trailed over my collar bones and down to my belly, leaving a trail of pressure that felt like electric sparks. Sparks of heat and damp and twisting throbbing desire that only grew as his fingers ran right between my breasts before he fanned his hand over my belly, pulling me into him. Pulling my ass right into the bulge of his erection. The growing, pulsing bulge in his pants was made even more prominent as Evan's hands twisted around my waist, his fingers wide as his palms slid over my lower back, continuing down to cup my ass as he spread me, as Owen pressed himself against me.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. Finally, they were going to be mine.
"We want you," Evan whispered, as one hand trailed up my spine, moving my hair to my side so that Owen could lean in and kiss me. His teeth nipped against my skin before he sucked on it, pulling and biting so that everything became fireworks. "We want all of you."
The words were deep, more intense than I had ever heard him speak. They did little to help the firestorm that was quickly taking me over. I was suddenly feeling very close to erupting, the feeling only growing as Evan leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. He tasted like mint, like bacon and everything good in the world. The taste multiplied as his tongue darted forward and parted my lips, pressing in as he kissed me. Owen bit and nipped at my neck, moving closer to my ear; closer to the tender flesh that was on fire.
Oh god. I was on fire. I had to be. The heat was so intense.
Evan's lips moved with mine as he gripped me, kissing me deeper as his hand wrapped around mine. His fingers cupped mine as he guided my hand over his stomach, pushing my palm against the deep grooves of his abdomen, as he dipped my hand below his waistline, under his jeans, under his boxers, and pressed it against the wide stiffness of his erection.
I tensed, the flesh throbbing beneath my hand as Evan wrapped my fingers around him, his hand tightening mine around his cock as he encouraged me to touch him, to move my hand up and down the absolute mass of his cock. Swallowing against the lump in my throat, I continued with no hesitation even though this was my first time.
I had seen both twin’s junk enough, but never erect. Never like this. Evan was huge. So much bigger than I expected.
I pulled away from his kiss, eyes wide as I stared at him. He smiled as his cock twitched in my hand.
"God, I cannot tell you how many times I have dreamed of your hand around my cock," he whispered, the corners of his mouth pulling up mischievously as his staff twitched again. I continued to move my hand up and down his length, feeling every beautiful groove and vein in his skin.
"Me too," I whispered, the words drowned in a groan as Owen chuckled in my ear, kissing me once more before his hands left my belly to begin their own journey. Instead of diving below my waistline, however, they spread over the fabric, lifting my skirt as his wide palm spread over my panties, cupping my mound as he held me.
He pressed his hand against me and sent a pressurized jolt of desire rattling through my spine.
"I've dreamed about other things," Owen whispered in my ear, his hand hot against the throbbing of my core.
"I want to see my cock in your mouth," Evan coaxed, his hands already deftly unbuttoning his jeans while I slid my hand up and down his erection, my palm slick with his desire.
Owen's hand pressed against my panties, pinky and thumb working their way under the hem of the slick fabric in search of my opening. I shivered at the touch, panting and moaning as Owen's fingers found my pussy, and Even unsheathed himself for me.
His cock was as wide as I expected, drops of cum forming on the head, just begging me to lick it up.
I had never tasted cum before. I had only heard about its taste from people like Ivy. She had told me about the way it explodes and fills you. Mouth. Cunt. Other places...
"God," I moaned, unsure if the word was for the sudden desire to taste Evan, or for the way that Owen’s fingers were circling my opening. They slid along my damp pussy before moving up and pressing against the clit that before now had only been touched by me.
My moan grew as Owen pressed against my back, folding me over and bringing my mouth closer to the throbbing need of his brother while baring my wetness to him.
I opened my mouth without question, my tongue finally tasting the salty spice of Evan's pre-cum as Owen furiously unzipped his pants, shoving my panties down to my knees as the wide head of his cock pressed against me. Spreading me. Ready to fill me.