Zero Fox to Give (Misfit Shifters Book 1)
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"Let's make you more comfortable as we claim you," Travis whispered in my ear, Wulf giving a grunt and a nod as he heard him and pulled me away from the wall. Pulled me away from the twins and carried my now-naked body over to the bed.
Blankets and mattress sagged beneath me as he laid me down, the boys immediately moving back to my side as they stripped their own clothes and left me surrounded by four perfectly sculpted bodies, and four beautiful erections that were just ready to fill me.
"Oh god," I moaned, everything feeling tight and loose, and hot and cold, and sweaty and dry as I looked from one to the other. My fingers pressed against the soft heads of their erections and the drops of their arousal that were forming there. My fox perked up, the excited creature chittering as their smell filled me, the banquet of my men making me even wetter.
It was a flood between my legs, which Wulf uncovered as he spread my knees and opened me to him.
"Mine," he growled, his voice all wolf as he positioned his naked body between my legs and gripped my hips, pulling me to him. Owen kissed me softly, kissing my lips before trailing a line down my jaw, my neck, over my breasts, and down my stomach. His fingers followed as he spread me, allowing the wide head of Wulf's cock to press against my opening.
Owen’s hands were firm against my thighs as he held me, his kisses moving over my mound before his tongue flicked against me, pressing against my skin before he found my clit.
"Fuck!" I nearly screamed as he flicked at my clit, his teeth nipping against the tender flesh as Wulf began to push his way inside, my hips spreading in the pleasure that was taking me.
"God, fuck her," Owen said, moving to touch himself as Evan straddled my chest, pouring strawberry flavored lube between my breasts before he began to slid his hard staff between them, pressing my breasts together as he fucked my chest, the head of his cock hitting against my chin.
Opening my mouth, I tilted my head toward him, licking the head of him twice as I begged for him to enter, to let me swallow him. I got something better.
Travis's hand was soft as he turned my head, brushing my hair aside as he pressed the fat width of him against my lips and began to push himself in. The cinnamon wood taste of him was like candy, it buzzed through my blood, every part of me wanting more.
"More. Cum in my mouth." I opened wide, his thick member sliding over lips and tongue as he pushed himself in and out.
Pulsing inside in time with Wulf as he mated me, in time with Evan as he clutched my breasts and rocked against me, with Owen as he sucked against my clit and sent me moaning, the vibration of my pleasure against Travis's cock bringing him closer to coming.
I opened wider, welcoming him deeper. Owen was holding my legs as he flicked at my clit, his tongue dipping into me as Wulf did.
As they fucked me.
Mated me.
Claimed me.
God, I was going to come.
The sound of my ecstasy echoed over the walls, mixing with the grunts of the twins, the moans of Travis, and the howl of the wolf as he came inside of me, as my entire body went rigid.
As though our souls were tied to the same line, we all collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat and skin in every shade. It was beautiful, and it was home. I sagged into the warmth, the room and the town feeling like home for the first time. Not Puritan Village, not Bloodwood Academy.
This.
This was home.
I must have dozed off, but when a fist pounded against the door, I was up so fast that we all nearly fell off the bed. I guess we had all dozed off. The knock came again, louder this time as if whoever was outside the door couldn't wait.
"Fucking Poetry, we aren't giving you a sho—" I jumped off the bed, streaking over the floor all naked and sweaty and covered in cum. Throwing the door open, the words caught in my throat, everything freezing as the comfortable warmth turned to ice.
On the floor just outside the door was a white box. It looked like a cake box you would get from a bakery, wrapped up with a bright yellow ribbon, and sitting in a pool of blood.
"Travis?" I called behind me, not daring to turn from the horrific scene.
Bed sheets rustled as the cop ran to my side, his body just as naked, just as wet, and just as frozen beside mine.
"What the hell?" The twins said from the other side, all of them rushed forward to stare down at the box.
"Don't touch it, I'll call the office," Travis commanded, turning away to grab his cell phone, or pants, or both.
But too late, Wulf had reached down, his strong fingers pinching the ribbon as he pulled and the whole box collapsed open like a haunted flower. Blood-soaked petals fell away to reveal a spot of white fur in the middle of a pool of blood.
"What is that?' I asked, reaching for it, but Evan pulled me back, his eyes dark as he held me against him.
"It's a rabbit’s foot. I think we found that bit of Eddie that was missing," Owen answered, but it wasn't the severed paw that I was staring at, it was the writing on the top of the box. The heavy black scrawl staring at me.
'Keep your nose out, or that cute black thing will be my next trophy.'
The Story Doesn’t End There…
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Is that I didn’t actually solve it…
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Zero Fox To Give
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Born and raised in Atlanta, Rae Foxx moved to Arizona when she reached adulthood. When Rae isn’t writing, she works part time at a Pilates studio. Her favorite spot is on the couch watching horror movies while sneaking cinnamon rolls. She’s endlessly searching for the perfect cup of coffee.
Rae Foxx writes salty, sarcastic heroines and alluring men who love them. Her books revolve around paranormal and supernatural harems where a girl can have all the men and romance she wants.
Adventure? Check. Romance? Check. Hot heroes? Double check.
Oh, and Hufflepuff all the way.