A tingle travels down my spine, my pussy welcoming the roughness of his strokes. He’s so deep, it feels like he’s in my throat.
“Don’t stop,” I breathily order.
“Whatever you want, little fox.What. Ever. You. Want.”Brax punctuates every word with a thrust of his dick with soul-altering fervor.
Lowering my head, I find the crook of his neck just as Brax hits the sweetest spot and does it again and again.
My spine stiffens, my nipples tighten, and my pussy cheers, like the whore we are, and I bite down, tasting his blood as I pierce his skin. I careen off a cliff, willingly free-falling, knowing a seismic shift has occurred. But the buzz is too new for me to register what it means.
Brax roars his release, shooting jets of his cum inside me.
“I need more of you,” he mutters, pulling out of me and hoisting me up in the air until my pussy is in his face.
My legs tighten, my thighs squeezing around his neck. By the time my mind catches up to what’s happening, I feel his breath, moments before I feel his tongue flick my sensitive clit.
Brax eats my pussy from top to bottom, sucking our cum into his mouth. Once everything shifts into focus, my fingers grip his hair.
“You’re gonna eat this pussy until I say stop,” I command.
The challenge must spur him on, because I’m catapulting into another orgasm while he sucks my clit.
“Holy fuck,” I choke out, pushing his face deeper. It’s as if I want to absorb him into my skin. “Shit… shit… shit,” I squeal, my thighs shaking as I tip over the edge.
I’m heaving when Brax sets me down, steadying me when my legs threaten to buckle.
Bleary eyes work to focus as Brax slowly comes into focus. His mouth glistens with the evidence that we’ve both been thoroughly fucked. And for the first time, I feel sated. There’s no lingering edge of need. Every part of me wants to break out in joy, singing his praises like a damn church choir on a Sunday in the South.
The euphoria vanishes instantly, quickly replaced by indignation. Without another word, I snatch up my clothes, rushing to put them back on.
I’m more nervous about what’s happening to me in this moment than I have been since I was that scared little girl. But just like then, I’m running. While this time it’s more figuratively, it’s a sprint regardless.
“Marry me.”
I momentarily freeze.
You just need to get out of here, and then it’ll all be a fever dream.
“I know you can hear me, Talia.” The way Brax says my name sounds the alarm, my internal warning system is freaking the fuck out. His gentleness—a weapon he can wield to hurt me.
They always hurt you in the end.
Refusing to be ignored, he repeats, “Marry me.” There’s so much earnest in his velvetytone.
Run… run… run.
The blaring signal emits flares and activates the international warning system. I need to disappear, and I need to do it now.
I feel his looming form standing before me. It’s blocking the last of the moon-lit night. And like it, I need to be gone before dawn.
Squatting, he states, “This.” He points back and forth between us. “We are happening—have already happened. It’s inevitable. So, let’s skip the bullshit courting and get to the marriage.”
“I think you’ve lost the plot?” I argue, tying boots before standing and zipping up my tactical suit. “What makes you think this would be anything other than sexual?”
Rising to his feet, Brax doesn’t blink at the words that were meant to land me in the cold brush off column.“You bit me until you drew blood,” he retorts, pointing to the glaringly obvious claim.
Not one to give up the good fight, I reply, “This isn’t a goddamn omegaverse or shifter romance. That’s not a mate mark.” My argument is weak at best from the very start, but it didn’t stop me from using it.
His grin doesn’t leave his face. “I don’t think you understand, little fox.” He wraps his muscled arm around my waist, tugging me until my body presses against his. Then his hand grasps my throat, exposing my neck. Brax lowers his face until his mouth is by my right ear.
