Page 93 of The Fox Heir

He laughs low in his throat. “Do you want me to touch you, Red?”

I nod. “Yes.” My voice is unfamiliar, laced with hunger and need.

Tristan moves his hand between us and unlaces the front of my leathers. Then, in one swift motion, he spins me around to face the boulder. I can feel his hard length up against my backside.

He moves his fingers beneath my pants, hovering there above my sex. He kisses my jawline as his thumb brushes lightly over my most sensitive parts. A muffled sound escapes me, something between a gasp and a moan.

I can feel his self-satisfied smirk as he pushes his fingers inside me. I crumble against the boulder, gasping at the sparks of molten desire that shoot through me. He holds me tighter against his body. I gasp as he caresses me, making my legs tremble.

His mouth moves close to my ear as I lean against him, breathless and weak. “I can feel how much you want me.”

Tristan strums me faster and, suddenly, I’m melting. My power surges inside of me, delicious and thrilling, as sparks flash behind my eyes. I cry out as waves crash over me again and again.

He holds me up against the boulder to keep my legs from giving out. His low chuckle rumbles against my neck where he runs his lips over my skin. It makes me want him more.

He removes his hand from my leathers and turns me back around to face him. He presses his body squarely against mine, his hand caressing the skin of my hip. Every inch of him is hard and hot with need, and despite my tingling limbs, that spark of desire rushes back.

I kiss him with a desperate fever that I’ve never felt before. I’m aching and wanting all over again. And I know, deep in my soul, that nothing will satiate me except this Wolf. It’s like my body waited for him before coming fully alive. Despite the cold, I’m blissfully warm, heated by an inferno inside of me that threatens to burn us both alive.

My hands ache to reach down, to release him from his black leathers. I trail my hand down over the front of him, grasping the parts that strain against the fabric. He groans and presses into my hand. My fingers scramble to unlace his belt.

Fast as an adder, he grabs my wrist. He breaks our kiss and stares into my eyes. I wonder if I’ve somehow misread him, from his ragged breath, to the hard length I can feel pressing against me. I look up into his gray eyes.

“You have to beg me for it first.” Tristan gives me a wicked grin.

I scowl. “I don’t beg.” Yet I can’t deny that I’m deeply aroused at the thought.

His laugh is low in the back of his throat. “Don’t worry, Red. I can wait.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’ll be waiting a long time, then. Forever, in fact.”

He smirks at me, dark and dangerous. “Beg.”

My other hand grabs the straining front of his leathers again. He moans and leans one hand on the boulder behind my head. This game we’re playing makes me feel powerful. I adore how I can make him crumble with just the touch of a hand.

I lean closer to whisper in his ear. “Keep dreaming.”

“Oh, I do.” He recovers enough to nip at my neck. “Every night as I stroke my cock. I dream of you whimpering, moaning. Begging me for more.”

My heart skips a beat. The roiling heat between my legs flares again. My pulse throbs between my legs.

As if he can sense it, he gives me a wicked grin. “I’m going to keep you aching for me until you’re so needy and desperate, you can think of nothing else but sinking your sweet, pink cunt over my thick cock.”

In all my life, I’ve never heard anyone speak like this before. I stare at him openmouthed … and desperate to hear more. The seductive pull this Wolf has over me is undeniable now. It has me, for once, at a complete loss for words.

His lips are swollen as he grins. He trails his mouth down my throat, taking special care to kiss the thin, silver scar that my father left. I feel the light scrape of his teeth against my skin, and I shiver.

Then, his lips move lower, over my breasts, and down my ribs. He pauses at my navel as he loosens my leathers further. My fingers run through his hair as my head tips back. Out of instinct, my knees widen to let him closer.

His laugh is low and smug. “Impatient.”

He tugs the leathers down over my hips, stroking my skin all the way down. He nips at my hip bones, and warmth blooms there. With a grunt of satisfaction, he tosses my leathers aside.

It strikes me that I should be cold. Freezing, in fact. But my skin is hot. Hotter than it should naturally be in the middle of winter in the frozen north. That’s when I realize my power is coursing through my entire body, like liquid heat. It even warms the stone behind my back.

At the sight of my bare legs, the Wolf growls. His eyes look up at me, almost pleading.

I nod at his unspoken question and grab his dark hair in my fist. He doesn’t need any encouragement. He presses his face into my sex and devours me. He spreads me, licks me, enters me with his tongue, does things to me with his mouth that I never imagined were possible. The swirling sensations that fill my body make my toes curl.