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I tug a fresh shirt on and find some pants. He’s wrapped a towel around his waist and disappears off to his own room with a shake of his head and more muttering to himself. Something about being cock-blocked inside his own house.
Grabbing my phone, I head in the other direction. My feet carry me toward the kitchen, only to find the Noire House succubus herself—the mayhem who has entered our lives—in there, filling a glass with ice and water.
Wearing nothing but her workout gear.
If what she has on could even loosely be termed that. It’s a bra and some minuscule, skin-tight shorts that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.
This slut is as bad as Ky for never putting clothes on.
She’s all soft curves and tattoos, and the stretchy fabric molds to her ass cheeks. Her back is turned to me as I slip into the kitchen; the sound of the tap running, mixed with the music she’s got playing on her phone, conceals my footsteps. And maybe it’s the fact I’m still floating a little, so soon after Ky dragged an orgasm out of me, but I lean against the counter right behind her with my arms crossed.
Might as well take this opportunity to remind the girl she’s not safe to let her guard down, especially not around us.
Fox turns the tap off, picks up her phone, and as she turns around, ends up nearly hurling the glass at my head with a screech. I quickly reach out and grab her fist inside my own—preventing the glass from falling and smashing into shards all over the polished concrete. We don’t need that sort of a mess to deal with.
“Holy fuck.” Blue eyes glare up at me. “Warn a girl next time you want to play stalker, would you.”
I run my tongue across my teeth. Not giving her anything, but I let her hand go once I know she’s not going to drop the damn glass.
She points a finger at me with her free hand, the one clutching her phone. “You know, you’re going to have to learn to talk to me, especially if you’re happy to fuck my mouth and shoot cum down my throat.” Her tongue pokes against the inside of her cheek as she puts on a pouty little glare.
I meet her with my own stern expression. But as we face off in the small space in this kitchen, there’s laughter in the fine lines creasing around her eyes. Pink flushes high on her cheeks, damp hair frames her face from where she’s obviously just finished her own workout.
“I think that should earn me a hello at the very least.” Her lips tip up, and she flashes me a crooked smile.
That shit doesn’t affect me, but it’s exactly why Ky chases after her like a panting dog.
My mouth twists as I stare right back. She’s got fire; I’ll give her that. So, I give a bit of rope and allow her to be playful with me for the moment. What can it hurt. She choked on my cock like a fucking dream.
Keeping my arms folded, I lean forward, getting right in her face. “No.”
Fox’s smile widens to show off a row of white teeth and her nose scrunches ever so slightly, making the silver of her nose ring catch the light. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it, wolf boy?”
I arch an eyebrow at her, but all she does is saunter away. Taking herself off to the lounge and settling down in a spot on the large couch facing the kitchen.
Time evaporates as I can’t seem to take my eyes off this girl. Before I can make a move or remember what I damn well came in here for in the first place, the sight through the other end of the large open-plan space from where I’m standing leaves me stock still, my jaw tightening.
She’s bending forward. Right where she knows I can see her. That sports bra of hers is thin as fuck, and her heavy tits are bulging over the top.
And Christ, now all I can imagine is sliding my cock between that soft flesh and leaving her nipples glazed with my cum.
Her tight shorts cause my already lust-charged blood to rush straight back to my groin. As she straightens up and readjusts the high waistband, I’m devouring that spot between her soft thighs, picturing her cunt leaking with the evidence of me pounding her hard and filling her up. I’m imagining what it would be like to have her wrapped around my dick when she’s already a mess and dripping with Ky having already spilled inside her.
Jesus.
Fuck.
There’s no denying she’s putting on a show right now. Or maybe she isn’t, and I’m just whipped into a frenzy, knowing there’s a fight coming and a target I’m due to eliminate with my fists. Whether she realizes what she’s doing or not is irrelevant. The girl knows I’m here, and she knows exactly what kind of nightmare creature she’s toying with.
As I watch on, because I can’t seem to move from this spot, she relaxes back on the couch. Her painted fingernails reach into the glass, and she plucks an ice cube out. With slow, sensual movements, that little frozen square gets rubbed across her pouty bottom lip. Back and forth, back and forth, as her eyes roam over the page of the book she’s picked up with the other hand.
My nostrils flare as I devour the way her fingers drag the rapidly melting cube to trace the column of her neck, and further down to glide across the swell of her breasts.
Her mouth hangs open, and I don’t know what the fuck she’s reading, but one thing is clear, I’m turned on as all hell by this little exhibition.
Even though I shouldn’t be, I’m hard and furious and can’t seem to fucking get away from this performance.
I don’t want her.
