Partly that, yes. But I also recognize his kind. Fox shifters—particularly the smaller, magically gifted ones—possess a cunning that made them far more dangerous than their stature suggested.
Titan's power comes from manipulation, not muscle. A fox shifter's specialty. His pretty face and lying tongue have built him an army of followers who hang on his every word. I could hunt him down easily enough; beneath all those smooth words, his physical form was pathetically ordinary. No claws, no strength. Just a con artist who never had to face real consequences for the damage he caused.
If those wolf shifters on the mayor's payroll don't track him down soon, I'll hunt him myself. Right after I've claimed Kassie as my match.
Kassie's fingers flew across the keyboard, and the software chimed as she connected to her stream. A cascade of notification pings followed—her fans flooding the chat the moment they saw she was online.
“Good evening, everyone, how are we doin’?” I could hear the smile in her voice, the love of what she did. I was glad she had this: things that made her happy.
Kassie lifted her leg, dragging her calf along my arm. The heat from her bare skin penetrated even through my fur, sending a shiver down my spine. I exhaled soundlessly, careful not to be heard by her audience. Gently, I guided her ankle to rest on my shoulder, pressing my lips against the delicate bone there, silently pleading for her to keep it in place.
And thank Night for that decision, because beneath her pleated sports skirt was nothing but a whisper of purple fabric, so delicate and transparent I could make out every detail of what lay beneath.
This female would kill me.
I squeezed my cock tighter, rubbing the shaft to get more friction. The sight of it alone was enough to set me off. I wanted to free her pussy so I could smell her more, but didn’t want to distract her either…
“We are just waiting on TeaBag to enter before we play. He doesn’t look like he knows how to read a clock, so who knows if he will show up,” she giggled.
Her laughter warmed me from within. I dragged my tongue across the delicate bone of her ankle, feeling her startle beneath my touch. She maintained her stream conversation without missing a beat, though her voice hitched when I continued to touch her. My hands trembled as I fought for control, desperate to tame the feral need clawing through me.
My restraint crumbled with each taste. The strawberry-scented oil from her shower lingered on her skin, and I found myself tracing the invisible path it might take up her thighs, wondering just how high she had applied it.
Beneath my lips, Kassie's pulse raced at her ankle, the rhythm betraying what her voice tried to hide. Each time she spoke to her audience, her words would catch for just a heartbeat—a tiny hitch only I could detect. She trembled for me.
"Well, fashionable or not, he's keeping us all waiting," Kassie replied, her voice breathier than before. I could hear the slight hitch in her breath as I moved my hand up her leg, tracing the curve of her muscle. Her skin was so soft, so warm, and I could feel the slight tremble of her body as I touched her.
Suddenly, a loud ping echoed through the room.
“Did you miss me, KassieNova?” The male’s voice echoed through the speakers, and blood rushed not to my crotch but my head. I wanted to skin him alive and put him on my mantle.
Human or animal form.
Kassie's leg tensed slightly, her foot pressing down on my shoulder as if to calm me. She knew I was on edge, and not just sexually.
"Well, well, TeaBag. Always the charmer," Kassie replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. I could hear the slight edge in her tone, the warning. She didn't like his advances any more than I did. "But we're all here to play, right? So, let's get this show on the road."
There was a pause and a click of the tongue. “Not so fast, Miss Nova, we have some wagers to attend to here.”
Tiny pings on the computer went off, and Kassie cursed under her breath. “Hope you don’t want anything your viewers want, because you aren’t seeing these boobs in any private chat.”
A scream left my throat, my arms grasped Kassie’s thighs and spread them wide. My tongue licked up the strawberry taste of the oil on her body until I reached my dessert.
I tickled her pussy between the fabric, and she jumped in her seat.
“What the hell was that?” Titan shouted through the computer. “What the fuck was that noise?”
Kassie jolted in her chair, her eyes darting down to meet mine with a mix of concern and warning. After a moment of silentcommunication, she collected herself and addressed the screen. "Sorry about that—my speakers just had a weird feedback."
“Aww…” Titan cooed. “Need new equipment? Your subs can’t pay you enough?”
I attempted to retreat, realizing what I'd done, but her fingers found my head, carefully avoiding my antennae as she guided my face back between her thighs.
“No, I’m doing just fine. But I can tell when someone needs a binky when they have to blast me all over the main live stream, that they couldn’t get another gamer to reply to their messages to play a game. Seriously, Titan, what’s the deal?”
I rested my face further into her lap, finally feeling not as jealous since she was annoyed with him. Kassie was the one petting me under the desk, not him.
“My patience is limited, KassieNova. Besides, with a gamertag like that, you would think you would come running when a guy like me asks you to play.”
