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Delores

Fitz doesn’t bother changing into his non-tiger form, and I find myself surprised my bunny doesn’t seem perturbed by it. In fact, nothing that happened tonight made me afraid—quite the opposite. Cori and Rufus warned me that the last few fights would get pretty gruesome and Chess offered to escort me back to the Tower before it got bad, but something in my gut told me to stay.

Or maybe it was my crotch, because the second I saw Felix and Fitz's bare skin, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

Cori was a little worse for the wear by the time Fitz took over for Felix—something I still don’t understand—and I know Rufus had to hold her hair after the beheading. She’s as weird a pred as I am prey, so I know she didn’t judge me perching on the edge of my seat thirstily.

I wanted to jump in and join them.

Shaking my head ruefully, I look over at the massive beast trotting alongside me as we head to the stony landmark. A scent drifts through the air and I look up, noting the curling smoke I can see in the distance. Aubrey and Renard are up in their little boys’ club; the smoke from either the dragon’s pipe or his temper gave them away. Fitz nudges my hand with his gigantic head and I laugh.

“Don’t be a jealous kitty. I see them, but I’m not going to ask them to come down and join us.” He gives me a huge tiger huff, and it makes me smile broadly. I’m not worried about his current possessive streak; it’s the animal in him driving that bus. Fitz has made it clear over and over he wants to share me with his friends. I’m not so sure about that concept, but he has not been shy about it.

It should surprise me that seeing all those bigger preds fight in front of me didn’t make my bunny wig out, but it doesn’t. After Aubrey and Rennie took me flying on their hunt, I realized the way my psycho parents raised me had one benefit: I have more control over my fear reflex than most people and definitely more than normal prey. Once I could commune with my rabbit inside, I figured out how to let her know I’m safe rather than in danger. Since then, I can hide amongst the trees while my winged friends chow down on baddies and not end up a quivering mess.

Though I highly doubt they want me blabbing about their species’ preferred dinner in front of everyone—that would leave them vulnerable to pitchforks and waves of hunters of the non-shifter variety. The Council would love to use the information about dragons and gargoyles to set the race of beings we largely ignore on the rich, powerful ancients, if only to steal their kingdoms and wealth. I won’t be the idiot to trigger a freaking genocide, that’s for damned sure.

Besides, they pick the evil ones, so who cares?

A soft growl gets my attention and I look down at the enormous cat waiting for me to enter the Tower. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Fitz was nervous. He’s purposely stayed shifted and is letting me lead the way like I’m in charge—though of what, I don’t have a clue. I’ve only done this shit once, and it was not an educational experience. In fact, it was about as remedial as possible without having to draw a damn map for the dumbass. I may have seen and read about better experiences, and that little treat he gave me the other night was amazing, but I’m still an amateur with sex.

I doubt Fitz will let that stand for long after tonight, but it doesn’t mean I’m not a little worried.

When I open the door to my room, he finally shifts back, kicking it closed in all his naked glory. My eyes roam over his lithe form, taking in the cut muscles, scars, tattoos, and a painful-looking brand on his ass. It’s obviously a Khan mark, because the paw with slashes is burned in deeply, along with some flourishes and a script-y ‘K’ with a crown. There’s also an ugly-looking claw scar under his ribs that I’d wager almost killed him, and my gaze softens as he turns back to me with hungry eyes.

“Did someone try to kill you?” I ask, my voice breathier than intended. He nods, walking towards me slowly. I’m trying not to look down, but the anticipation is killing me. My pussy is throbbing with excitement and a hunger that matches his is curled in my gut. “If I meet them, they’re dead.”

His eyebrows fly up as he stops within mere centimeters of me. “Why?”

“Because…” I fumble for a minute, not knowing why that threat jumped out of my mouth unbidden. His hand comes up, a knuckle tracing down my cheek, and I shiver. Then it hits me and I look him dead in the eyes. “Because you’re mine, Fitz Khan, and no one touches what belongs to me.”

That stops him dead in his tracks, and his chest rumbles with a growl. I don’t know if it’s good or bad, so I reach out and trace my fingertips over the scar on his ribs. My voice is soft as I give him a smile much shier than my words. “Except Chess, obviously. But if someone comes for you, they’re going through me first.”

Fitz doesn’t laugh or ask how I’m going to defend him against other preds as a bunny. He doesn’t look amused or condescending. Instead, he yanks me to his body and buries his face in my neck as he mumbles, “Fuck, yeah, I am, baby girl.”

Oh, I’m full of heady confidence now.

My hands wrap around him, palms smoothing up his back and then down to the dimples I saw at the base of his spine. He seems to like it, so I dip lower to squeeze his ridiculously tight ass and he moans. I shift, lining my body up with his, swallowing hard at the press of the cock that is definitely as big as his twin’s. I may bite off more than I can chew, but hell if I’m not going to enjoy every second.

“Fitz…” I mumble. “You know I’m not… experienced, right?”

His grin is almost feral when he lifts his head to look at me. “I’m going to love being your teacher. And if you tell Felix I said that, I’ll spank your ass scarlet.”

Laughing, I let him back me towards the bed, my expression playful. “Oh, but I think he’d enjoy a little schoolgirl over the desk action.”

“Uh, hell yes, he would, but this is my night, baby girl,” he rumbles as my knees hit the mattress. “Now, be a good girl and get those clothes off.”

Good Goddess, I think I almost had an orgasm at those words.

Sucking in a breath, I force my liquid limbs to move, pulling off my clothes until I hit the racy lingerie he ordered when he replaced my stuff. I chose a pale pink, lacy set today and I can tell he likes it… and so does his dick. It bobs in front of him as he looks at me and I reach out, running my fingertips over him.

“Ah, ah, naughty girl,” Fitz growls. “No making me lose my damn head before you lose yours. Put your hands above your head and keep them there.”

This is a new game and though I’m nervous, I do as he says. I know Fitz wouldn’t hurt me and nothing he’s done so far has been bad. His eyes get little flecks of gold in them when I cross my wrists above my head and let him run his enormous hands over me without moving. Fingertips run over my curves and hips as if he’s memorizing my shape. I flush a little; I know I’m not built like most of the women here. I’m a little thicker and have more to hold on to than the average Apex female.

“Beautiful,” he rumbles. “The dragon said some shit about an Italian guy, but I think you’re built like a pin-up.” His hands squeeze my hips and he gives me a wicked smirk before lowering his head to bury his face in my boobs.

I guess he doesn’t mind after all.

His mouth moves over the mounds of my breasts, nipping and suckling at the skin hard enough to leave marks. I know he’s doing it on purpose, but I can’t find it in myself to care. If Fitz wants to mark me from head to toe, I’ll writhe around while he does it and be a happy bunny.

“You will, huh?”

No. I. Didn’t.

Lifting my head a little, I look down at him with wide eyes. “Out loud again?”

His chuckle is dark as he goes back to removing the fragile pink lace, preventing him from getting to my nipples. When he tosses it aside, he groans and wiggles on top of me like he’s in pain. “I fucking knew it. Same fucking color.”

“Do you have a bet with someone about my nipples?” My face turns bright red as the blood rushes from every part of my body to my cheeks.

“No. Well, maybe with myself,” he mumbles before he wraps his lips around one and steals my breath away.

Well, okay then.

His mouth moves over me until I’m squirming with need, arching my back to press against the hard length jutting into my stomach greedily. I keep my arms in place, but damn, it’s getting difficult with the scrape of his teeth and the hard suckling. My blood is thrumming in my veins and I feel my bunny shimmering under my skin as if she wants out. But I can’t do that… can I?

No. I need this to be me and Fitz, just us coming together for the first time.

When the stubble on his chin has me so sensitive I can barely stand it, I gasp, “Fitz, please.”

The growl that escapes against my skin tells me he liked that, so I repeat it until he moves lower. His tongue dips into my belly button, flicking the jewel there before he bites a hip bone firmly. That’s going to leave a mark and I whine with pleasure. I don’t know if it’s a pred thing for teeth to flood my basement or if it’s just me, but I can’t control myself when I feel the sting. I may have a biting fetish and I completely blame vampire shows on TV for it.

Sink them in, dear Goddess, do it…

Chuckling darkly as I writhe, the tiger prowls lower, blowing over my bare skin and raising goosebumps. He plants soft kisses all over me, tongue swiping over tender skin to soothe it after he makes mark after mark. My limbs are trembling and I know I’m leaking like a faucet all over the bedspread. I feel the clenching inside as my body desperately seeks something to fill it and I’m ready to explode.

By the time he lowers his mouth to me, I’m almost vibrating with need. His tongue traces around my clit in a way that a toy can’t replicate and I can’t control the whimpers as I buck into him. Panting softly, I fight the urge to bury my fingers in his hair and hold him in place. My tiger teases and tortures me right to the edge and when he pushes me over, I let out a wail they probably heard across the fucking campus.

I don’t even want to contemplate where he learned that, but I’d send the bitch a fruit basket if I could.

It takes a few minutes before the stars in front of my eyes recede and when I go boneless, Fitz lifts his head to reveal an expression of pure satisfaction.

“Baby girl, I’m lucky I didn’t blow my load when you made that sound. You’d better be ready.”

Gulping in a deep breath, I nod, moving my hips to encourage him. “Now, Fitz. Do it now.”

His body is covering mine and his dick is poised at my entrance before I can finish my sentence. When he shifts, pressing in a little, I let out another throaty whine. That snaps his control, and he buries himself inside of me as far as he can in one swift stroke. I shudder as my body adjusts to his size, muscles squeezing him eagerly.

“You’re going to want to hold on for this,” he growls low.

I sigh happily, raising my arms to hook them around his neck and pull my thighs up on his hips since he gave permission. He gives me a feral grin and pulls out, then slams into me hard enough that I see stars again. His pace is furious and I hold on tight, muttering stupid shit under my breath because I can’t focus my brain on anything but the searing pleasure every time he rubs the right spot.

The louder I get, the rougher he is, his eyes full of golden heat. “Not going to let the kitty loose this time, babe, because that’s a discussion for everyone, but… you’re making it tough.”

I’m not sure what that means exactly, but I nod. “Just fuck me until I can’t walk. I want to feel you all day tomorrow.”

His eyes widen, and he lets out a dark snarl. I almost cry when he pulls out, but he flips me over and drives into me from behind. That lights up a whole new scoreboard and I bury my face in the comforter to muffle the screams as he hammers into my pussy like he’s trying to crawl inside me. I feel a burning sensation at the base of my spine and dig my fingers into the bed hard, unable to hold back any longer.

The orgasm that rips through me is big enough to make my vision blurry again and I melt into the material as he pumps a few more times, then fills me with cum for so long I’m sure I’ve broken him. When he finally stops, I feel him cover me completely, panting in my ear like he ran a marathon.

“Holy fuck, baby girl. That was…”

“Perfect,” I groan as my body gives out.

His chuckle is dark, and his hands move from the tight grip on my hips to my back. “I knew when I first saw you I’d be chasing you, but I didn’t realize you’d have a fluffy cottontail to play with.”

I suck in a breath, unable to form words when he’s touching the appendage I’ve never manifested outside of a full shift before. “Uhhhhhhh…”

“Shit, now you're strangling my cock again, babe.” He rolls off of me, pulling out and turning me to face him as he slips fingers into the mess we made. It’s almost like he’s pushing it all back into me, and I look at him in confusion. “What can I say? I don’t want a drop wasted.”

My brows furrow and I feel heat flush up from my chest to my face. I whisper softly, “You know I have an implant, right? Like Lucille made me get one when I turned thirteen.”

Fitz winks playfully. “Even better, though maybe someday…”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Fitzgerald Khan, you get that out of your cave tiger brain immediately! I'll cut your balls off myself. I’m eighteen years old, creep.”

He shrugs, looking completely unfazed. “I’ve got forever to talk you into cubs, baby girl. For now, I’m obsessed with your pussy for other reasons." His eyes twinkle as he looks at me. “And if you think I’m moving from this spot until morning, you’re out of your cute, fluffy mind.”

“I’m too tired to argue,” I mumble as my eyes flutter closed. “Don’t make me late for your brother’s class or he’ll make me suffer.”

“I suspect he’ll do that anyway when he smells you,” he rumbles as he reaches for the lights. “Lucky you.”

Mmmm. Lucky me, indeed.