Page 5 of Fight (Kitsune #2)

"Nah, this won't take long." I took the bag from him, and dug through it for a moment, searching for my PCD. "Why don't you get us a couple bottles of beer out of the fridge? We can find something to watch, or listen too for a bit before bed." I suggested, trying to distract him a little.

"All right." He agreed.

I quickly called Bill, and filled him in on what had happened, from the time I found Brandon on the steps, until he left. I didn't mention that I'd invited Devon to stay the night.

"You sure you're all right?" Bill asked, concerned.

"I'm fine. It was just talk, and I convinced him to leave." Devon came back and handed me a beer bottle, the lid still on, I twisted the top off, and handed it back to him. He took the open bottle and handed me a second, still lidded. I twisted the lid off and took a sip.

"I'll send someone over to watch, in case he comes back."

"There's no need, I'm sure he won't be back, at least not tonight. He's going to need some time to build up his nerve before he'll defy you again."

"You have a point there. Are you sure you'll be all right there alone tonight?"

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." I still didn't tell him Devon was staying the night. I wasn't hiding it, I just didn't feel the need to advertise.

"If you're sure."

"I am." I said confidently.

"All right. I need to decide what I'm going to do with him. He's defied me enough."

"I'm glad that’s your job, and not mine."

Bill just laughed. We said our goodbyes, and rang off.

I sat the small electronic device on the table beside the sofa, as I looked up at Devon. "Now you know how I felt, knowing I could handle the glass, but that I'd break it if I tried to open the bottle."

Devon nodded. "What did he say?"

"He wanted to send someone over, a guard, in case Brandon comes back, but I convinced him there was no need."

"Did you tell him I'm staying with you?"

"No." I took a long pull from the cold bottle. "I would have if he pushed, but I didn't want the whole world knowing, not just yet."

"We've already told my mother. She's going to tell anyone who will listen."

"That's not what I meant." I made an unhappy face. "There's a difference between telling people you’re dating, and that you're sleeping together. I guess it's like casual nudity. I'm just not used to advertising what I'm doing in my bedroom at any given time."

"Well, it's gonna be hard to keep it from the pack. We're already picking up each other's scents. You carry an undercurrent of my scent with you everywhere you go, and I carry yours."

"You mean people will be able to tell that we've slept together?"

"Well, maybe not for certain, if you've showered afterward, but the scent you carry will probably be stronger, it's part of the bonding. Not everyone will know, or even most people, but any shifter will be able to smell it, assuming of course, that they knew you, and your scent, before."

I tilted my head to one side, considering that. "So when I'm near Alexis or Karen it's not just them I smell, but a combination of them and their mates?"

Devon nodded. "Exactly."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to relax.

I took another drink of the beer still in my hand, and shook my head.

"I'm just not going to think about it. If I don't think about it, it won't bother me.

" I looked up at where he was standing beside the sofa, one hip propped against the edge of the back.

"Why in the hell are you still standing?

Do I have to tell you to make yourself at home, every time you're here?

" I knew I sounded cranky, that wasn't how I'd meant it, it was just how it came out.

Devon smiled. "I wasn't sure you wanted me to stay, so I didn't get comfortable."

"Pfft." I rolled my eyes. "Come over here, snuggle up to me. Turn on the screen, let's find something to watch. Something to distract us from boring things I don't want to think about."

He pushed away from the sofa and came around the coffee table to sit beside me on the seat, picking up the remote, before he leaned back.

He turned on the screen and pulled up the menu to find something to watch.

While he got comfortable I wiggled over, closing the gap between us on the couch.

When I got close enough, without even looking, he lifted the arm closest to me and I snuggled in under it, letting him wrap his arm around me.

Devon chose a short comedy, we watched it together while we finished our drinks. Once the show was over, the local news came on and not caring to watch it, Devon muted the sound.

"What do you want to do now?"

"Hmm." I thought for a moment, shifting to sit more up-right beside him. "Lean over here and let me look at something." I said, pretending concern.

Devon leaned closer. "What?"

"This." I stretched up and pressed my lips against his, I teased his mouth open with mine until I could taste him.

His arms tightened around me and his body twisted until he faced me on the sofa.

He pulled me closer against his body, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, as I continued kissing him.

Devon's hand slid around my waist, slipping under my shirt and along my skin, making me moan slightly at the pleasant sensation.

He continued sliding his hand along my skin, moving it up my body, bunching my shirt as he went.

He stopped briefly when he reached my bra strap then deftly unhooked it.

He continued to run his hands up and down the bare length of my back, enjoying the tactile sensation of his skin against mine.

I broke the kiss to run my lips down the side of his neck. I tugged his shirt up his back, until it was bunched under his arms and behind his head.

"Off," I demanded, and Devon pulled away from me long enough to drag the shirt off over his head.

While he did as I'd asked, I did the same, pulling my own shirt and bra off and tossing them aside, before leaning into him again.

I ran my hands up his torso, resisting the urge to dig my nails into his skin as I felt the ripple and bunch of his muscles when he moved.

Devon's lips went to the bend in my neck, he kissed and licked along the line of my shoulder, while lightly smoothing his hands over my body.

When he reached my breasts he gingerly cupped them for a moment, then ran his thumb over my already taut nipples, hardening them more with the texture of his work roughened hands handling them so carefully.

Devon lifted one breast and pulled the tight, puckered nipple into his warm, wet mouth.

He ran his tongue in circles around the tip, teasing me for a moment, before flicking the hardened nub back and forth with his tongue, while rubbing his thumb over the other nipple, fooling my body with the sensation that the same thing was happening to both nipples at the same time.

I ran my hands up over the smooth skin on his back, until they came to rest on his shoulders I had to curl my hands into fists to stop myself from digging my fingers into the muscles.

"Are you prepared, or do I need to grab my bag?" Devon asked softly.

"Prepared?"

"Protection."

"I'm prepared." My voice breathy. I let out a small squeal of surprise when he stood beneath me, lifting me against him as he rose, and carried me into the bedroom. I clung to his arms, as he carried me effortlessly through the doorway and dropped me on the bed.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He watched me closely.

"I'm sure."

"Other than insisting on protection, I have one rule."

"Just one?"

"One is all we'll need." His serious eyes never left my face.

"Well?" I prompted.

"No biting."

I was confused, "No biting?" I repeated. "But a little teeth can be nice."

"I'm not saying never, but not now. Give us a little more time."

My confusion grew. "We need more time before we can use our teeth? I think I'm missing something here."

He took a deep breath. "Didn't Alexis explain to you how a mating is sealed?"

I struggled to clear my mind enough to think back to my conversation with Alexis. "No, she didn't." I shook my head. "She told me some effects of an unsealed mating, and some of the benefits of sealing one, but I don't remember discussing how to seal a mating."

He shook his head, not understanding how we'd missed that vital bit of information. "Babe, a mating is sealed by a piercing bite during orgasm."

"One bite is all it takes?"

"Technically two, one each."

I thought about that a second. "Hence the no biting rule." Something occurred to me. "How exactly do you know this?"

"I was raised expecting to shift, remember? It's something that's taught to all kindred teenagers. Even though sealing only works between potential mates, it's not something you want to do accidentally."

"I guess that makes sense."

"So, no biting, at least not for now."

"No biting." I agreed, sliding back on the bed, my eyes never leaving him, until I reached the nightstand.

I slid the drawer open and pulled out a box of condoms. Setting them on top of the small table I spoke again.

"And there's the protection, that's the other requirement.

" I turned over and crawled down the length of the bed toward him, giving him a nice look down the length of my body, as I moved.

He stood still, letting me touch him first. I knelt upright on the bed, almost eye to eye with him as I slid my hands around his waist, just above the top of his jeans, enjoying the feel of his skin against mine.

I slid my arms up his body, pulling more bare skin against me, pressing my naked breasts into him.

I clung to his shoulders, pulling him tighter against me as I inched backwards, trying to pull him onto the bed with me, as I kissed him deeply.

He broke the kiss, stepping away from the bed as I watched. He kicked his shoes off, and thumbed his socks off, before returning to the bed where I waited, watching.

"There, that's better. Now, where were we?

" He lowered his head, kissing me again.

This time more thoroughly, more intensely.

I met his kiss eagerly, my heart racing when his hands brushed up my bare arms and over the bare skin of my back.

He caressed my exposed skin carefully, running his hands gently down my back, stopping only when he hit the waistband of my skirt.

He wrapped his hands around my waist, briefly, before running his hands up my sides until his thumbs brushed the undersides of my breasts.

He gently urged me backwards, pushing me away from the edge of the bed.

Not breaking our kiss, or his gentle grip on my rib cage, as he knelt on the bed.

Walking slowly on his knees, he maneuvered me carefully backwards, until we were both kneeling near the center of the bed, still locked in an embrace.

Once he had us both kneeling in the center of my bed, our mouths still locked together, he changed tactics.

He moved his hands until he could cup and knead my breasts, working the nipples between his thumbs and fingers until I was moaning into his mouth, and had one hand curling into his hair while the other arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer against me.

I could feel his hard length pressed against me, through the snug cotton of his underwear, and the thin fabric of my skirt.

I ground my hips against him, trying to prompt him into action.

His hands slid down my sides, not hesitating when they met the elastic waistband of my skirt and pushed it down, off my hips, catching my underwear as he passed.

He swept both pieces down until they pooled on the bed, around my knees.

He ran his hands back up the back of me, pulling me tight against him, the only thing separating us was the straining fabric of his boxer briefs.

I broke the kiss and let my head fall back as I moaned.

My fingers curled with desire, digging into the muscles of his shoulder and back.

Devon carefully lowered me back onto the bed, before pulling away to remove his underwear.

I shifted slightly so that my legs weren't bent double, and watched as he came back to me.

He lowered himself to the bed beside me, bracing himself with one hand as he slid the other softly over my body, teasing me with the sensation of his calloused hands sliding so gently against my skin.

I looked up at him through the haze of desire, lost in the intense feelings he was sending through my body.

He lowered his mouth to mine again, kissing me urgently.

He let me feel the strength of his want, his need, in his kiss.

I felt him moving over me, his hands sliding away from me, and I wrapped my arms around him, trying to keep him from pulling away.

I felt his hands on me again as he lifted his body until he was over me.

I spread my legs, wrapping them around his, holding him close.

I was surprised to feel that it wasn't just him pressed against me, he'd managed to put on a condom while he'd been kissing me.

I couldn't stop my hips, as they rolled against him.

I moaned into his mouth while my body moved restlessly against his, begging for attention.

His hand slid up my side again, his thumb flicked across my nipple and I arched my back, pressing my breast into his hand.

He pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss.

My mind clouded with lust, I stared up into his face, while he looked back down at me.

I felt him line himself up with my opening, and slowly push himself into me, sliding smoothly in the slick moisture there.

I threw my head back and cried out at the wonderful pressure of him inside me, stretching me, filling me.

My fingers curling, digging into to his skin as I felt my entire body tighten.

We soon found a rhythm, moving against each other, touching, sliding, holding, until sometime later, I felt his body stiffen against and inside mine. He shouted my name, and I felt him throb inside me before he relaxed against me. I gently kissed the skin of his shoulder, then bit it gently.

"No teeth." He reminded me.

"The moment's passed, a little nip won't hurt.

" I soothed the spot I'd bitten with my tongue, soothing the tender skin.

He pushed away, disappearing into the bathroom to dispose of the spent condom, before returning to bed.

I waited until he'd settled, before curling against him.

My body relaxed and satisfied, I drifted off to sleep with my head on his shoulder and his arm holding me tightly against him.

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