Chapter 231: 18
Careful, little fox
The air shimred where she had stood, leaving Dimitri’s hand outstretched toward nothing but empty space. He stared at his empty palm, the phantom warmth of Felicity’s soft skin still lingering on his fingertips. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, the coppery scent of the dead hyenas mixing with the fading sweetness of her scent.
"Fuck," he growled, slamming his fist into the nearest tree. The bark splintered beneath his knuckles, but the physical pain barely registered through the white, hot rage burning through him.
He had protected her. Killed for her and still, he’d watched another man whisk her away. The mory of her frightened fox-like eyes, those delicate, pointed ears flattened against her head, made his blood boil hotter ’You should stop smiling at
like that.’
Dimitri’s gaze swept the clearing, confirming he was utterly alone. The forest had fallen silent, even the birds sensing the danger radiating from him. No one would witness what ca next, what at this point he couldn’t control, after what Richard had done, after killing all the hyenas.
His hand moved to his belt, fingers trembling with barely contained need. He tore at the fastenings, practically ripping his pants open to free his aching cock. The cool forest air hit his heated flesh, and he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Felicity," he groaned, wrapping his thick fingers around his shaft. The na alone sent a jolt through his body.
In his mind’s eye, she appeared before him, not frightened as she had been monts ago, but hungry. Those full lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them as she dropped to her knees before him. Those beautiful breasts he’d glimpsed only once would press against his thighs, soft and perfect.
"Mine," he growled, stroking himself harder, faster. "You’re fucking mine."
He imagined her small hands reaching up to cup his heavy balls, her delicate fingers wrapping around what her hands couldn’t fully encompass. In his fantasy, she looked up at him with those wide, innocent eyes, even as her mouth stretched obscenely around his girth.
"You’d take all of , wouldn’t you?" he panted, his hips jerking forward. "Let
fuck that pretty little mouth until you choke."
His free hand gripped the tree trunk, splinters digging into his palm as he drove his cock through his fist. In his mind, Felicity moaned around him, the vibrations travelling through his entire body.
"I’d split you open," he snarled, imagining driving into her tight, wet heat. "Feel that tiny pussy stretch around my massive cock until you scream, and cry out my na, begging for
to pound you."
His pace quickened, the rough bark of the tree scraping his knuckles. The forest around him blurred as his fantasy intensified. He could almost feel her nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded into her, her fox tail wrapping around his wrist as she begged for more.
"Those perfect tits bouncing while I fuck you," he grunted, his voice growing louder. "I’d mark every inch of you. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to. I’d fuck you in your space for days, not letting any beast in, not even your other husbands, those I can stand, even Victor bends his knee to , I’ll be your strongest, the best."
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he approached the edge. In his mind, Felicity was beneath him now, legs spread wide, her fox ears twitching with each thrust.
The air humd with his ragged breaths, each one tasting of salt and desperation as he pumped harder, envisioning Felicity’s lithe body pinned beneath him. Her full, perfect tits heaved with every imagined thrust, nipples hardening into stiff peaks that begged for his teeth, bouncing wildly against her sweat-glistened skin.
"Anyone who looks at you will die," he promised, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Unless I allow it, unless I decide they deserve to live."
He laughed, dark and possessive, flipping her around without warning. Her hands braced against the trunk, ass pushed out, fox tail swishing against his thigh as he spread her cheeks and ramd into her from behind.
He reached around, pinching her nipples hard, twisting until she moaned, tears pricking her eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure.
In his fevered mind, he raked his nails down her sides, leaving red trails that blood like fire across her creamy flesh, marking her as his possession. The tallic tang of blood mingled with the sweet, earthy aroma of her fox tail swishing against the sheets, her ears soft, twitching fur flattening back in ecstasy as he drove into her wet heat, the slick sounds of their bodies slapping together drowning out everything else.
He pulled her up, crushing her against him in a fierce kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. Their breaths mingled, hearts pounding in sync. "You’re mine now," he whispered, possessive jealousy flaring at the thought of anyone else touching her.
He pulled out just to tease her pussy with the head of his cock, then plunged back in, grinding against her cervix.
The image of her pleasure, glazed eyes, the way she’d cry out his na as she ca, pushed him over the edge. With a roar that startled birds from nearby trees, he erupted, painting the forest floor with his release. The fantasy intensified, her fox ears perking at his words, her body arching in surrender.
Dimitri leaned heavily against the tree, his chest heaving. The fantasy faded, leaving only the empty clearing and the lingering scent of blood and death. But the hunger remained, deeper and more primal than before.
He would find her, he would claim her, and no one, not Lucan, not anyone, would keep them apart. None of those n had noticed what she said to herself the other night.
"You’d think," she’d whispered to the embers, "that being surrounded by the most terrifying n alive would make a girl feel less lonely."
His throat had closed shut.
Lonely.
She was lonely, and she was surrounded by n who would burn cities for her, and not one of them had noticed the droop in those ridiculous, beautiful ears.
He had.
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