Page 58 of Havoc's Fox
And she met him, stroke for stroke, reaching for him, digging her claws into his triceps to hold onto him as she gave as good as she got, refusing to let this be just a one-sided encounter. His Wolf was clearly looking at her through Havoc’s eyes now, thrilled that their mate was finally the female beneath them.
And her Fox was yipping in her mind, figuratively and literally as well, letting Havoc’s Wolf know she was fully onboard and ready to come screaming with him as soon as he drove her there.
“’Lise,” Havoc growled as his hips picked up speed.
“Yes. Yes, please,” she begged.
“Always, every day, every night,” he said, as he grasped her hips and started riding her even harder than he had before.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, her hands releasing him to press against the headboard to try to gain enough traction to push back against him.
He stretched his body forward, so that his cock would drag across her clit as he stroked it into her with abandon.
Her chest rose and fell with her pants, tears began to pour from the outer corners of her eyes and spill down into her hair, she gritted her teeth, and finally, finally after so many years, she screamed as her body shuddered with sweet release. She relaxed her arms where her hands pressed against the headboard, letting the ecstasy wash over and through her as she stopped thrusting with him.
“No! No, that’s not all,” he snarled, grabbing her thighs and pressing her knees up by her ears, lifting her pussy up off the mattress.
Havoc moved closer so that his thighs were almost straddling her, his cock being forced into her on a downward slant. He fucked her furiously, until she was begging for release again, then when she was just about there, he lifted up on his knees again, taking her ankles with him to balance or not on his shoulders as he ran his thumb over her clit taking advantage of the sweet, slick satisfaction pouring from her body. It only took three strokes of his thumb in conjunction with his cock touching her cervix to send her over the edge again.
She screamed again, arching her back as her channel clenched at him, his chest rumbling happily as he turned his head and nipped at her ankle just enough to draw blood, then sealed his mouth against the small bite, taking her blood into his body as he filled her pussy again and again with his own release, while his Wolf pranced happily in his mind because they’d finally marked their mate.
Havoc waited several minutes until his cock relaxed enough to release itself from her depths, then he flopped to the bed beside her, gathering her up and turning them on their sides. Both of them breathing heavily, they lay there, at peace for the first time as he spooned her, molding his body to the curve of hers.
She lifted her head sometime later. “I need to clean up.”
“No, hell no. You need to lie here and let me hold you while you smell like me, and I smell like you. I need to feel you in my arms while your body is full of me. Let me have this.”
“You need it that bad?” she asked doubtfully.
“So fucking bad,” he murmured, already tucking his face back into her neck and shoulder and closing his eyes.
Despite herself, she smiled. She closed her eyes and let herself begin to drift off to sleep.
“Love you, ‘Lise. Always have. Every moment of my life I’ve loved you.”
She let out a sigh, so many things at once rushing through her and over her. Swallowing audibly as she considered all possible answers, she settled on the truth. “I love you, too, Havoc. Always have.”
Chapter 14
Analise struggled to turn over, the hefty weight covering her body hindering her efforts. Blinking her eyes against the sunlight streaming in through the unshaded windows, she realized this was not her room. She lifted her head and glanced quickly around, finding Havoc still sound asleep with arms wrapped around her and his head on her stomach, using her for a pillow.
Analise gently pushed his arms away, then tried to slide out from beneath him, but he grumbled and reached for her again.
“I have to pee,” she whispered, pushing at his arms again.
He grumbled, but let her go, turning over and grabbing his actual pillow to snuggle against until she returned.
Analise got out of his bed, grabbed up her pajamas strewn across the floor and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind herself. She flushed the toilet, slipped on her pajamas, and as an afterthought, turned on the water in the shower before quietly opening the door and tiptoeing out of Havoc’s bedroom, and down the stairs. She picked up the blanket lying on the floor near the front door, wrapped it around her shoulders and quietly left his home. She was already halfway up the dirt road that led from his home to the main road going through the property when she realized she’d left her daddy’s boots behind. She looked over her shoulder considering going back for them but decided against it. “Sorry, Daddy,” she whispered, “I’ll buy you another pair.”
She hurried along the dirt road until she got to the highway, then crossed it and ducked into the woods to the left side of the road. The last thing she wanted was any of her uncles or Lord forbid, her dad, to witness her walk of shame, barefoot, wrapped in a blanket, wreaking of Havoc as she tried to sneak back into her parents’ house. Ten minutes after she’d left Havoc’s house, barefoot with red mud up to her ankles, shivering and wrapped in a blanket, she finally opened the back door to her parents’ home and stepped inside. She very stealthily closed the door behind herself, then turned, planning to hurry through the house to her bedroom and bathroom so she could clean up quickly before everyone woke up. But instead, her parents were sitting at the breakfast table, both staring directly at her.
“Oh! I didn’t expect you to be there!” Analise rushed out.
“Thought we’d still be in bed?” Everly asked.
“Hoping,” Analise admitted.
“Where you been?” Bam asked.