Page 48 of Beastly Armory
And kiss her lips.
The men enter and search the room. Some body trays are opened and shut repeatedly. Fuck, of course they would look around here. Terrible hiding spots. Clutching my friend closer, I snuggle under the sheet, hoping they don’t open mine or Livia’s coolers.
“No, I don’t see them,” one of them says. “Maybe they went to the vault.”
“Then get the fuck back here! Call the healer!” someone else barks through a radio.
Lots of pounding steps, then the room is silent once again.
Some unknown time has passed, and I feel like I must have traveled to the netherworld because the light hurts when it hits my eyes. As I become aware, Livia is staring at my face with a look of terror. The sight warms my heart, thinking she may have caught some feelings for me, and that half dead part comes back to life, realizing I’ve done the same. “Oh my god. You’re okay.”
“Yeah, foxy.” Coughing, I press myself up, each wound aching again as the temperature rises in the room.More blood lodges in the back of my throat, and I hock it into the sink along one wall. “You worried?”
Ignoring me, she grabs my hand and tugs. “Come on. I think there’s an exit through a garage on the northwest wall. Echoes showed me. Let’s go.”
After my nap, I feel stronger and even more so knowing my foxy girl feared for my life. With Livia under my shoulder to help support me, we make it to the garage bay. The warehouse is empty this time of night or early morning. Limping the entire way to her car, I’m grateful she drove.
As soon as the door opens, my body collapses into the passenger seat. It’s the last thing I remember.
Gentle strokes graze my forehead, brushing back tickling locks of hair. My nose senses I’m back in my own room, a scent of rustic wood mixed with my cologne. A shadow crosses my closed lids with every tender touch, which causes tingles from my scalp down to my neck with every caress.
It’s been years since I’ve felt so safe and loved, comfortable and cared for. If there’s such a paradise, perhaps my spirit has moved on from the horrors of the world to the heavens.
“Mama?” My question fills the air with a hoarse dryness.
The movements cease. Lifting my eyelids slowly, I meet Livia’s amber eyes, both glistening in the dim lightwith wetness. I prop myself up on an elbow and cup her cheek. It’s hot and flushed, as if she’s been crying, and the sight rips me from my high into hell.
“Shh, shh. Little fox, what’s wrong?”
She quickly shakes her head, preventing her tears from falling. Tiny hands push me back to a lying position as she straddles my waist. When she leans toward me, her black mohawk tail tickles my face before her thick lips press against my forehead, kissing me lightly. When she pulls away, her breath heats my skin, the sensation traveling down my abdomen and into my dick. Involuntarily, my hips gravitate toward her core, seeking its natural habitat while my balls quiver in anticipation.
“I’m sorry about your mother, Max.” Puffy pink lips linger so close to mine as she snares my eyes with hers. I crane my neck to tap them with my own, but she backs up slowly. She’s just out of reach.
“Please.” Threading my fingers around her head, the shaved hairs along the sides graze my palms. “Please, Livia.” We hold like that for a moment, reaching into each other’s gazes, seeking what the other wants. She diverts from my lips to suction hers against my cheek a moment, then sits back on my lap as I let her go with frustration… and awe. “You saved me.”
“Your healer came up here. She stitched you up.” Livia’s smooth, pale skin shines brightly next to my tanned and inked chest as she shows off my new bandages, fingers crawling over each one delicately. “You’ll be fine.”
Squeezing my abs, I sit, grabbing her by theback of the neck. Her eyes widen and she pants with an open mouth, filled with fear. Instead of forcing that kiss just now, I suck on her exposed neck like a teenager. Using my teeth, I tear into her skin enough to draw a drop of blood. I need to taste her and leave a mark. Her moans ripple through her chest and into mine as she digs her nails into the bare skin of my back.
Yeah, she wants me. Just as much as I want her.
“Lie back,” I command her. She does, and I climb on top of her body. As I loosen her jeans, she puts a hand on mine to stop me.
“Please. No, Max. I don’t want to.”
Narrowing my brow, I shake my head in confusion. “You don’t want to what?”
“I-I-I don’t want you to get inside me.” Several blinks while reading her face, the truth settles within me. She’s lying. I think I’m getting to know her well enough. This girl is lying to my face. Why, though? She doesn’t seem to be the prudish kind. I watched her get down with a couple, for fuck’s sake. I’ll respect her wishes, but…
“Are you on your period or something? ’Cause I would love to soak my cock in your blood. I don’t think you understand just how much.” Rolling her bottom lip under her front teeth, she shakes her head, suddenly shy. “Can I at least repay you? For what happened at Strauss’s meeting? For saving my life?” Hooking my fingers in her waistband, I slowly tug downwards as she gives me a slight bob of her head. “I need more than a nod.”
“Yes.”
That word is like a long-lost melody to a tune I’vebeen singing since we were kids. The beast within me just hearsgo, but I forcefully try to focus on her needs instead of myself, not wanting to scare her off. But a man can only wait so long. Once I get a taste of her, IknowI’ll want more.
Slipping her pants down, I toss them and her thong on the ground. Easing her knees apart with my hands, I lay between her legs and stare at her perfect pussy lips. The crown jewel piercing the top is begging for a polish with my tongue while her wetness shimmers by the light of the window. Scooping her waist with one forearm, I ignore the pain from my cuts and flip her over onto her stomach. Her head is near the bottom of the bed, and I scoot myself behind her. Pulling her hips up into the air with a firm grip, I raise her cunt to my mouth and get my first taste of my little fox.
Fuck. Her honey pot is just what this bear needed after a long hibernation. A low growl escapes my chest as I inhale her scent. She gasps when I dive in like I haven’t eaten all winter. Because I haven’t. Not like this.