Page 27 of Purrfectly Outfoxed

“Don’t hold back, fox. I can handle you.”

That does it. I withdraw my fingers, eliciting a protesting mewl from her, and positioning myself at her entrance, I pause just long enough to savor the anticipation humming between us. “Say it,” I rasp, needing to hear the words.

“Please,” she breathes, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me closer. “Now.”

“That’s not what I want to hear, Tabitha. I need to hear you say it.”

She looks up at me, those green-gold eyes dark with desire. “I want you inside me. I want you to claim me. I want—” Her voice breaks slightly. “I want to be yours.”

With a thrust, I bury myself inside her, and the sound she makes—part gasp, part curse, all bliss—almost undoes me. She’s perfect, tight heat wrapped around me, velvet and claws and insatiable need. I move slow at first, savoring the way she stretches to take me, her ankles locking behind my back, one hand tangled in my hair and the other dragging down my spine with a line of fire.

The rhythm finds us before I can think, bodies moving in sync, want and need woven tight. She bites my shoulder to keep from screaming, and that flash of teeth just makes me go harder, rutting into her like I could crawl inside and never leave. Through our bond, I can feel every flutter, every adjustment as her body accepts mine.

“Oh my god,” she gasps. “I can feel—everything?—”

“I know. I feel it too.” I pull out slightly, then push back in. “Every time I move, you feel what I feel. And I feel what you feel. It’s—fuck—it’s incredible.”

She nods, unable to form words, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I move inside her.

I pick up the pace, angling my hips to hit her G-spot, and she cries out, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth.

“Quiet, kitty,” I murmur. “Don’t want to wake Bea.”

She nods, but her eyes are rolling back as pleasure builds between us—doubled, tripled by our connection. Every thrust sends sensation echoing through both of us, building higher and higher.

“I can’t—I’m going to?—”

“Not yet,” I grit out, even though I’m close too. So close. “Together. We come together.”

I reach between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb while I drive into her harder, faster. She’s trembling beneath me, her body coiling tight, and through our bond I can feel her right on the edge.

“Now,” I growl. “Come for me now, Tabitha.”

She shatters, her body clenching around mine, the sensation pulling me over with her. I bury my face in her neck to muffle my groan as I empty myself inside her, pulse after pulse, while she shakes and gasps beneath me.

And then—something happens.

I feel it before I understand it. A pressure, a swelling, a sense of being locked together.

“Jasper?” Her voice is breathless, confused. “What—why do you feel… bigger?”

“Shit.” I try to pull out and can’t. We’re stuck. Couldn’t break apart if we wanted to. “It’s, uh, the mating tie.”

“The what?”

“Fox thing. Like wolves, we—uh—we knot during mating. It’s temporary. Usually lasts about twenty minutes.”

Her eyes go wide. “TWENTY MINUTES?”

“Give or take.”

“We’re stuck like this for twenty minutes?!”

“Looks like it.” I shift slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, and she gasps.

“Don’t—oh god—don’t move. Every time you move, I can feel?—”

“Yeah. Me too.” I settle my weight more carefully, keeping us connected but not crushing her. “Sorry. Should have warned you.”