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Her tail is flicking from side to side above her arched back. Her eyes flash and her nostrils flare. For a second, she shifts into full vixen. And I see the tip of her black nose, her whiskers, her tongue tip and her tiny sharp incisors.

And then she grabs my chin in her sharp little claws and bites me hard on the lower lip.

CHAPTER 14

TIPPY

Oh fuckkkkkk! I just shifted into my vixen form.

And then I sank my teeth into Jax’s bottom lip.

For a moment, complete shock registers in the green eyes just inches from mine.

I take in the sweep of his long lashes, the fine pores of his pale skin, the arch of his brows, now riding so high with surprise that they almost meet the thick dark fringe on his forehead.

He rears back, and just for a moment he morphs into his wolfen face, that long muzzle and blazing eyes, and then with a fizz of some weird energy, I’m back in my human form. And Jax is too. But his mouth is still so, so close, our lips almost grazing.

The thrum in my pussy turns into a heavy throb of desire.

“You bit me…” he murmurs, soft and husky, an inch from my mouth.

I pull back, see the blood on his lower lip, and then without even knowing what I’m doing, I lap at it with my tongue. Salty. Sweet. When his tongue comes out and strokes mine, my bones melt, and I let out a desperate mewl of pleasure.

“Tippy,” he sighs. I feel his hand angling my chin and he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping over my lips. My mouth opens to him, and then his tongue is in my mouth, coaxing out a response from every one of my cells.

He groans. I whimper his name.

We roll onto the floor and he’s above me, pinning me, his strong arms either side of my head. I feel his lower body pressing down on my belly and I spread my legs, arch against the hard rod of his cock jutting into me.

I lift my hips, grinding desperately against him. I can no more control what I’m doing than I could stop breathing. His hand roams under my ass, lifting me up, and without even thinking I reach down and push my leggings and my panties down my thighs, then kick them off.

With a growl, his fingers find the wet heat between my legs and he strokes me there. Then he’s kissing me again, our mouths frenzied, our sounds feral and lewd.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he husks.

“Me too,” I almost sob. What’s the point in denying it? He’s seen those pictures now… He knows… A wolf can mate with a vixen shifter.

It’s all out in the open.

How we really feel about one another.

I vaguely realize that we’re rolling around all over those ancient, priceless illustrations.

But I don’t care, I don’t care.

All I care about is this, now, here, with Jax touching me everywhere.

I close my eyes and surrender to the need we’ve both denied for so long.

His hands are on my bare ass, swinging me round, pressing me against the flagstones, and I’m welcoming every groan and thrust of his tongue, the urgency of his cock on my belly.

I’ve never done this before.

And yet instinctively, with Jax, I know what to do.

He rips my shirt open, and buttons go flying. And then, breaking the kiss, he lowers his head and takes one peaked nipple into his mouth and sucks. Then he moves to the other, his hands kneading my breasts so perfectly that I cry out, “More, oh, more…”

Goddess help me, I grab one of his hands and push it lower.