Like a Fox, Ridgeville Book 7 (3 page)

Gina pinched his neck with her wicked fangs.
“I’m sure it’s perfect. And you can claim me there as soon as we
move in. But I’m more interested in now, puppy.”

He spun, grabbed her and switched places with
his teasing mate. “Puppy? Does that mean you go from baby to
kitten?”

Her answer was a giggle.

He nudged her until she stood before the bed,
and he recognized the lust in her eyes. “Ready, baby?”

She nodded.

With quick movements, he divested her of
clothes, stripping away her blouse, then skirt and sandals. Curves
were revealed, willingly bared to him, along with creamy skin that
practically screamed for his touch. He traced her hips, slid his
palms higher over the dip of her waist, and on to her full breasts.
He cupped them, taking the heavy weight of them in his hands and
brushing the hardened nipples with his thumbs. She shivered.

He grinned, meeting her gaze. “Feel
good?”

Gina stepped closer, her hands going into
action, stroking his arms, shoulders, waist, and then coming to
caress his cloth-covered, hardened length. “Don’t know. Does this
feel good?”

He groaned and rocked his hips into her
movements. “Yeah, baby.”

She brushed her lips across his. “Do you
think I’ll feel better?”

Gavin released her breasts, reached around
his mate and found the clasp of her bra. A quick snap freed her,
the bit of fabric gone as quickly as if it’d never existed.

“Definitely.” He brushed her touch aside and
fell to his knees, bringing him eye-level with her tormenting
pussy. He hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic of her panties and
tugged, intent on divesting her of the silk. Sliding them down an
inch, he leaned forward, salivating at the idea of tasting her.

“Nu-uh,” she said, and stepped away. “I want
to come with you inside me.”

He growled, leaned forward and nipped her
hip, but let her nudge his hands away. Beneath his gaze, she slid
her panties from her body. Her pussy was shielded from his view by
a dusting of dark curls, and he couldn’t wait to lap at the hidden
treasures. “Damn, baby.”

“Your turn.”

He rose, and she stepped up to him, tugging
on his shirt. He helped her along, kicking off his sneakers and
allowing her to open his jeans. Her fingers petted his skin,
heating and arousing him further with her touch. Digits danced over
his pulsing cock, teasing his hips and scraping his thighs.

In moments he was nude, and he didn’t
hesitate to pull her close once again. He kissed her, delving into
her mouth and searching out more of her taste. She wouldn’t allow
him to lick her pussy, but the fox wanted her flavors on his
tongue. The warmth of her skin stroked his cock, and the thick
length begged to sink deep into her weeping cunt.

“Want…” her word was muffled against his
lips, “…to ride you.” Gina got out the rest of her sentence, and he
nearly came right there.

“Gina.” She wriggled, and he moaned. “Can’t
claim you like that.”

“Uh-huh.” Gina tugged on him, shoved him onto
the bed and then straddled him, his length settled along her moist
slit. “You just have let me come first. Bite my shoulder while I’m
screaming your name and then,” she traced his left pec, “I’ll do
the same while you fill me with your cum.”

Gavin didn’t think that’d be a problem.

“
Sex is God’s greatest gift. Besides ice
cream, and I’m not sure which is better.”
—Maya O’Connell, Prima
of the Ridgeville Pride and lover of ice cream…and sex.

Gina rolled her hips, enjoying the feel of
Gavin’s cock sliding over her soaked pussy.
Damn
! Pleasure
danced through her, roaring over her nerves. She shuddered and
pressed down further, increased the pressure and moaned with the
next slide as the tip of his cock nudged her throbbing clit.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Baby.”

She’d never get enough of that word. Jenner
had—she pushed his name out of her mind—
men
had always
stressed her species. She hated the endearment “kitten.” Hated it.
Had a single male bothered to talk to her for more than five
seconds, they would have known her feelings.

Gavin hadn’t even gone there. He treated her
like a woman first, lioness second.

She circled her hips, smiling at the flare of
orange in his eyes.

“Fuck, baby… Need.”

Gina leaned forward, rose and reached back to
grasp his cream-coated dick. Her lips were a hairsbreadth from his,
and she stroked his length. “Need what?”

He raised his head and nipped her lower lip;
the scent of her blood joining the fragrant aroma of their
impending sex. “You.”

She hummed and repositioned his cock, placing
the tip at her entrance. She leaned back the tiniest bit, reveling
in the hint of his possession and the flare of pleasure that
entered his gaze. “Like that?”

“Please.”

Oh, her man begged. She had her mate
pleading.

Gina slid further down and took in more of
his thick length. He was wide, almost stretching her to the point
of pain. A small pinching ache spread through her, the tiny sting
adding to the pleasure his dick created.

A small rise, and down again, taking more
with each fall over his length. She sat up and stared down at her
fox, returning his smile.

“S’pretty. Beautiful above me.” His voice was
low and thick.

Gavin slid his hands along her outer thighs,
squeezing her flesh until he gripped her hips. His nails pricked
her skin, the claw-tipped digits reminding her that her mate was
both man and beast.

She cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples
between thumb and forefinger, increasing the pleasure with her own
touch. His cock stroked her from within; the ridges of his length
caressed her walls, rubbing against her G-spot with each
lowering.

Pleasure blossomed, coming to life and
growing as she rode him. She gave him snippets of ecstasy and took
just as much in return.

His hands guided her movements and increased
her pace until they were both panting and groaning. A hint of sweat
coated his brow, and his fox’s red fur peppered his chest. Oh,
Gavin’s fox wanted to play.

Fortunately, so did her lioness. The cat
purred and petted her from within, nudging a bit of Gina’s fur
through her pores.

“You’re gorgeous.” He spoke around extended
canines. Suddenly he sat up, pressed their chests together as she
continued to ride his thick cock. “Need closer… Wanna crawl inside
you… Make you mine.”

“Gavin.” She gasped and ground down onto him.
The change in position had him shoved against her pulsating clit.
“Oh, God, Gavin.”

He scraped a fang over her chest, leaving a
welt, a single line across the top of her breast. “Do you want my
mark here? Everywhere you go, men will see it… Know you’re
mine.”

A shudder overtook her. Her pussy clamped
down on his cock and rippled around his invasion. “Yes.”

Fuck, yes, gimme gimme gimme.
She
wanted him to sink those sharp teeth into her flesh and leave a
scar no one could question.

Gavin sucked on her skin. He licked, nipped
and scratched the spot where his bite would appear. Every pull
tugged her closer to release, nudging her toward her peak. She
continued her frenzied rise and fall, adding in a small rock each
time their hips met.

She moaned and growled and purred, and… Fuck,
it was beyond good. His dick pressed and rubbed all those perfect
places, and each lowering stroked her clit in that beautiful way. A
fist of pleasure wrapped around her pussy, petting her and sending
bolts of ecstasy along her spine. Every flex of muscle nudged her
toward that ultimate bliss, and she craved that final step.

As soon as she came, as soon as she screamed
with her release, she knew he would strike.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She increased her pace,
anxious for his bite. Her pussy rippled and tightened in a
torturous rhythm, cunt spasming, and she upped her speed once
again. “Close.”

Gavin huffed and puffed along with her, his
chest expanding and brushing her nipples with his every breath. His
furred chest teased her, rubbed the sensitive nubs.

His cock swelled inside her sheath. “Come on,
baby. Come for me. Gimme what I need.”

He kneaded her ass, those nails sinking
deeper into her skin, gripping her tighter. That bolt of added pain
was what
she
needed. A sudden rush of sensation overtook
her, an overwhelming tide of pleasure, and she was gone.

With her pussy milking his cock, contracting
in undulating ripples, she froze, muscles strung tight, as the
first bolt of release slammed forward. She no longer controlled her
body as it was overcome with the ecstasy. She sobbed with her
orgasm, but at the same time the spears of pleasure caused her to
cry out, screaming with her peak.

Gavin kept her grounded, hands maintaining
her rhythm through her climax. Then it was more. So, so much
more.

A shard of pain raced through her body, chest
burning with his piercing bite, and she roared. The lioness was
overjoyed with her mate’s claim and Gina’s fangs descended, pushing
past her gums and pricking her lower lip.

Just as Gavin released her chest, she shoved
him down, forcing his back to collide with the mattress. She
flashed her fangs, knowing that most men ran at the sight of her
threatening teeth.

Gavin smiled, her blood staining his
lips.

“Mine,” she snarled. Fingers shifting into
claws, she dug the tips into his shoulders, forcing him to remain
supine beneath her. “
Mine
.”

Gina resumed her pace, aftershocks of her
pleasure pounding through her veins.

“God. Gina.”

She deliberately milked him, tightening her
muscles in time with each slide up his cock.

“Fuck.” His eyes rolled back, lids fluttering
closed.

She increased her speed, drawing him closer
to his peak. She wanted him to come in her. Needed him to climax so
she could bite him and know that her claim would increase his
pleasure.

“Oh shit. Baby. Gina…” His words were
punctuated with gasping breaths.

Gina’s cat purred within her mind, thrilled
with giving their mate ecstasy as well as the prospect of sinking
her fangs into Gavin. Yes, she’d bite him, and he’d be hers. Her
mate. Her forever.

“Come, mate.” She growled the words, pushing
them past her elongated teeth.

Gavin arched, pressed up with a howl. His
dick jerked within her sheath and warmth filled her, sliding deep
into her pussy.

She struck, clamping down on his shoulder,
and reveled in the heady taste of his blood slithering over her
tongue. She drank the life giving fluid, moaning with the flavor,
and then pulled back, unwilling to damage her mate.

He twitched beneath her, his cock still hard
while she lapped at the wound. He’d heal, but the scar would remain
forever. It would signify their bond and tell every other woman to
take a hike.

He was hers.

They were both panting, trying to catch their
breath after their fierce lovemaking. She slumped against him,
letting her new magnificent mate take her weight. He wrapped his
arms around her waist, pulled her even closer, and released a
moan-tinged sigh.

“Mine.” He nuzzled her neck, and she did the
same.

“No, mine.” She smiled against his
sweat-dampened skin.

They lay there together, and she was content
to remain in his arms, bodies still connected. Then the A/C kicked
on.

She shivered, groaning as the first puff of
chilly air ghosted over her moist skin. “Mmm… Cold.” She buried her
face even deeper.

“Cold. Sweaty. Bloody.”

She nodded.

“We could fix that with a shower.”

She shook her head. “Nuh-uh. Get clean, then
dirty. Then clean. It’ll be a vicious cycle. I don’t think we’ll
leave the apartment ever again.”

“We’ll have to order in food, take breaks
between sex and showers.” She heard the smile in his voice, and he
nipped her neck. “Maybe another bite over here so everyone knows
you’re mine.”

“Mmm…” She sighed; that idea had merit. She
wiggled her ass, moaning when his cock twitched within her
pussy.

Gavin answered with a groan and flex of his
hips, his dick swelling once again. “Maybe shower later?”

“Uh-huh.” She pushed back with his next
gentle thrust, relishing the feel of him hardening.

Sweat coated them, blood was smeared on their
mouths from the claiming, and cum filled her pussy; but she didn’t
care. She had her mate. And she was about to have him again.

Then the heavy thud of a fist hitting the
apartment door stilled them mid-thrust.

She sighed. Or maybe not.

Growling, Gavin flipped them, rolled her
beneath him and pinned her to the bed with his body. “Stay here.
I’m going to kill them, and then I’ll be right back.”

Another roll and he rose from the bed,
scooping up his jeans as he padded toward the bedroom door.

Damn, the man looked as good going as he did
coming. Yum. She’d take time to nibble his bubble butt when he
returned.

The click of the front door’s knob being
turned reached her and the soft sound was immediately followed by
screeching. Lots and lots of screeching. With a sigh, she rose from
the bed, intent on saving her mate from the females of the
pride.

*

The Ridgeville women were ruining his
post-mating buzz. Destroying it, actually.

The moment the door opened to reveal the
gathered group of lionesses, rabbit, squirrel, and fox, they’d
started in on him.

“Elise said you’re going to Chicago. Chicago
is
evil
. You can’t take Gina anywhere!” Well, Maya was
pretty blunt.

“Over my dead furball butt!” From what his
sister had told him, Carly was always a bit overdramatic.