Fox Mate (Madison Wolves) (13 page)

I yipped once when I grew close to Rory. He turned to face me. I got close, jumped, and shifted
to human on the run. "Rory! Start it up. Will the smell hide me?"

He laughed. "Yes. But you'll need a shower before Lara will want to get near you."

"Take me two hundred yards that way," I said, pointing the way I was running. I hopped onto the machine behind him, he hit the starter, and we were off. As soon as we came to a stop, I hopped off. "Thanks, Rory!" I shifted on the run and made a straight line for the compound.

They never found me, and I was in the shower by the time Lara got home. I didn't hear her over the sound of the water -- the four-wheeler had destroyed my hearing for a while. She burst into the bathroom, laughing.

"That was a dirty trick!" she said. "Very clever."

I turned to her. She was naked, having just shifted back to human. I pulled her into the shower with me and let her back me against the wall.

"Make love to me, Lara," I said.

I didn't have to ask twice.

She pressed me against the wall of the shower with her body, and a knee slid between my legs, spreading me for her. She pressed against me, my breasts fitting below hers, and I lifted my lips for a kiss.

Lara crushed our mouths together, her tongue invading, and I could tell she intended to possess every inch of me. I became wet with the thought
. She growled in her throat, and I moaned in anticipation. I wrapped my arms around her, but she reached for me and shoved my hands against the wall, holding them over my head in one hand, her mouth never leaving mine.

I squirmed, rubbing my crotch against her knee. She let me do that. My need fueled hers, and even my nose picked up her scent of arousal.

She broke the kiss, and I tried to chase her mouth with mine, but she pressed me more firmly against the wall, then grabbed my chin with her free hand.

"Possess me," I told her. "Take me, Lara. I am going to fight you on this, but make me scream your name. Do it."

She smiled. "I will, Little Fox."

And then the teasing began, the delicious, lovely, exquisite teasing. She used her leg at first, pressing into me, but she shifted
her weight so I couldn't grind against her, as much as I tried. And while her leg teased me, her eyes held mine captive. So I closed my eyes, and she stopped moving, pinning me against the wall, not allowing me to move, not moving.

"Open your eyes," she said.

I opened them, looking into hers again.

"If you close them again, I stop and I won't start again. Do you understand?"

"Lara-"

"Do. You. Understand?"

"Yes, Lara."

She smiled, and it was a feral smile. And then her leg shifted, lifting into my crotch, and she ground her knee into me, just right, and I tried to squirm.

"Alpha," I said, then gasped. "Did I win? Was it five minutes?"

"Yes," she said.

"Then for my favor, by morning, I want to be too sore to move from everything you do to me tonight. Don't hold back. Will you do that, Lara?"

"Honey," she said.

"Please, Lara," I said. "That's what I want. If you don't give me what I want, you know I'll push your buttons until you do."

She ground her knee into me, suddenly, causing me to gasp again. "Yes," I said.

"I won't hurt you," she said. "Will you allow me to pleasure you the way I want?"

"Please, Lara, I need to be yours."

"You are mine, Little Fox!"

To punctuate, she pressed her knee into me again, and I gasped. Again.

"Yes, Lara," I said. She began moving more rhythmically, and the more I squirmed and moaned, the more her own passion rose. She wouldn't finish me like this, but she could get me worked up to no end.

She continued to hold my hands with one hand.
I knew from past experience I couldn't free my wrists, and physically she could do whatever she wanted to me. A year ago that thought would of terrified me. Now it drove me insane with need.

Her free hand moved down my body, care
ssing my wet skin and sliding over a nipple. I gasped with the sensation. She teased the nipple, causing it to stiffen.

All the while she stared into my eyes, and I couldn't pull my gaze from hers.

"Oh Lara," I said. "I love what you do to me."

She smiled, her hand moving lower, and she began to tickle me, very lightly, lovely tickles that I never wanted to stop. My whole body began to quiver from the sensations she was giving me.

"You are mine," she said again.

"Yes, Lara."

"Say it," she commanded.

I knew she loved when I pledged myself to her. "I am yours, Lara. All, entirely yours."

"Keep saying it, or I stop. Louder. Convince me you are proud of it. Convince the pack you are proud of it."

And so, over and over, I said, "I am yours! I am yours!" and I got louder and louder
. And then her fingers entered me, and I gasped, loudly, and then all I could say was, "Yours, Lara! Yours! Yours!"

The orgasm hit me hard and fast, and every muscle in my body clenched, and I screamed I was hers, in time with the waves of pleasure, until it was little more than a
continuous scream of pleasure.

And then I fell limp, Lara catching me in her arms, pulling me to her body and wrapping my arms around her neck. I draped
around her, limp, unable to support my own weight, and she held me like that, chuckling, as she washed her hair one-handed. I clutched at her, almost sliding out of her grip three times, my body limp pasta, but each time she caught me and held me to her.

It took a long time to catch my breath and even longer before I could stand, leaning against the wall.

"Will you let me finish washing your stunning body, Lara?"

She grinned at me. "Are you up for it?"

"No, but I want to do it anyway."

She laughed and handed me the soap. Then she turned around, and slowly I washed her, everywhere I could reach. I didn't trust I could stand up if I knelt down, so I only got so far.

When I reached between her legs, she stopped me.

"But I want to-"

She smiled. "I came when you did, love." She took the soap from me and finished washing herself, then we rinsed together.

I let her dry me, barely able to stand
, and when I almost fell over the third time, she sat me on the edge of the bathtub to finish it. She brushed my hair for me.

"It feels good wet for now," I said. "Don't dry it. Is there food?"

She laughed. "Yes. Everyone is downstairs."

"So they all heard me."

"Honey, everyone in three counties heard you."

"Good," I said. "Good."

She lifted my chin to look into my eyes. "You mean that, don't you?"

"Yes, Alpha."

"Only because I'm the alpha?"

"No, Lara. But you being a
lpha helped me understand."

She finished drying herself then helped me into the bedroom, sitting me down on the bed.
"What do you want to wear?"

"Anything," I said. "Whatever you want me in, Lara."

She grinned at me. "So if I told you to go naked?"

"For you? I'd go naked."

I looked up at her and climbed unsteadily to my feet, turned to the door, and almost fell over. She caught me, laughing. I draped myself into her arms. "God, you did me good. Oh, will you do that again later?"

"Yes, Love."

"Good. Kiss me."

And she did. Afterwards, she said, "How about jeans and a blouse?"

"All right," I said.

She found sexy undies for me, then slipped a camisole over
my head. After that came the jeans and a blouse, which she buttoned halfway for me, allowing the camisole to show.

"I love you," I told her.

She laughed joyfully. "And I love you, Little Fox." I watched as she dressed, and then she helped me to my feet. Together, with her arm around my waist, we descended the staircase.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, we received applause. Ava was laughing. "Do you two realize I was on the phone with my mother?"

I started to blush immediately.

"Alpha, she congratulates you on taming the shrew."

"She did not!" I said. "I have never been a shrew! Although I admit Lara has tamed me." I looked around. "Am I really a shrew?"

"No," Francesca said. "A pain in the ass, but I don't expect that's going to change."

I laughed. "Well, that part is intentional. Please, someone tell me I don't have to cook. Because I can't stand."

That gained me more laughter, and when I glanced at Lara, she looked exceedingly pleased.

I looked around. Angel wasn't in the room. "Angel?"

"Kitchen, icing her hand," Francesca said. "It will be fine by morning.
Alpha, maybe set Michaela on the sofa. Ava, Sophia, please go check on dinner. It should be about ready."

Lara picked me up, causing me to screech and everyone else to laugh, and carried me to the sofa. She sat down, me draped across her lap, and that was fine with me.

Francesca, Elisabeth and Karen sat down facing Lara and me. "I knew," Francesca said. "So did Angel and probably Scarlett."

I nodded.

"The enforcers are figuring it out," Elisabeth said. "I've told them they are not to discuss anything about you with anyone else, and if they have questions, they are to see me, not talk amongst themselves."

"I knew before I met you," Karen said. "Greg gave everyone who was protecting you a run down of fox abilities."

"So it's not the secret I thought it was, anyway."

"Probably not," Karen said. "I would say the average wolf doesn't know, so it's not common knowledge, either."

"Before we met, I assumed you heard about as well as we did, maybe not quite as well," Lara said. "And you kept me guessing for a long time."

"All right."

"No one who spends significant time with you is going to share what they learn with anyone else," Elisabeth said. "But your story about firing a gun inside a house and damaging your hearing goes a long way towards explaining why you're ears are so delicate now."

"All right," I said. "The story is true, anyway, and my ears were certainly ringing for a while afterwards. But, well.
Werefox. Healed."

They laughed. "Yes, just not as fast as a wolf."

I settled into Lara, burying my face in her neck for a moment, then I looked at Francesca. "Thank you for pinning Angel."

She smiled. "My pleasure."

Ava and Sophia stepped back into the living room. "Francesca, we think it's ready, but we're not sure."

"All right," she said. "Set the table." She looked around. "Someone call my other daughter and invite her to join us, please."

"I've got it," Elisabeth said.

I laid my head on Lara's shoulder while the wolve
s handled everything around me. "Should I feel guilty I never help in the kitchen?"

"You help," Lara said. "And you shouldn't feel guilty about the amount."

"You don't see me in there," Karen said. "Ever."

I smiled. "All right." I closed my eyes and breathed in Lara's scent. "Lara?"

"Yes, Little Fox?"

"What are you going to make me scream later?"

The room erupted in laughter.

"I don't know," she said, once it settled down. "Maybe that you'll behave."

"We saw how well that worked last time. Did you enjoy the swim?"

She chuckled.

"Come to the table," Francesca said, returning from the kitchen. We had an open floor plan this side of the kitchen, the living room morphing into the dining area, so it was a short walk. Gia, Francesca's eldest daughter and Angel's older sister, arrived as Francesca set a platter down on the table.

I struggled to climb out of Lara's
lap, but she held me tightly to her and said, "Lend a hand, Karen."

Karen reached down, clasped Lara's
elbows, and lifted Lara to her feet, me still in Lara's arms. I screeched and giggled.

"I can walk by now," I said.

"This is more fun," Lara said. She carried me to the table and set me into a chair, then pushed the chair into place for me before sitting down to my right.

Everyone filed in, the kids bringing in the rest of the food.
Scarlett was with Angel, and I was happy she was with us instead of at home with her parents.

"We should just adopt her," I told Lara, looking at Scarlett.

She chuckled.

Scarlett looked at me and smiled. "I'm helping to nurse Angel back to health," she said. "Otherwise I would have been summoned home."

We settled in. Everyone passed the food around, and I took a little extra of a few things so Lara could steal from my plate. I had started doing that after hearing Violet tell Scarlett to serve me extras. Lara seemed to love it.