Fox

Fox

I 've just finished shutting off the lights and shouldering my bag when I hear the powerful rumble of Raven's bike.

Even though we each make sure to spend plenty of time together separately, as well as when all four of us are with each other, it still feels like a sparkling thrill of a moment when it happens to just be the two of us.

He's such a solitary creature by nature; it's different when he chooses to spend time with any of us, and I treasure these opportunities to greedily have his entire focus on me.

My swooning heart skips around inside my chest as I do my final check on the locked front door and cross the studio to exit from the back of the building. As I set the alarm and deadbolt the door, I catch sight of him pulling up to a stop out of the corner of my eye, and the engine cuts.

By the time I've double-checked that I have everything with me and tucked my keys away, he's waiting.

The skipping sensation in my chest immediately turns to giddy butterflies in my stomach.

My wolf is leaning up against the bike, with a faded black tee stretched over his muscles, one boot hooked over the other. Where his arm crosses his torso, his shirt has dragged up a little to reveal a slice of inked skin above his belt.

Well, shit. My hormones are sighing and swooning at the sight of him running a hand through disheveled hair as he uses the other to set his helmet on the seat.

"Do I want to know why my phone has been blowing up?"

Tugging his phone from his pocket, he starts reading over the message thread, then cocks an eyebrow as I draw nearer.

"So, I'm a water sign , am I?"

"Definitely." I'm straight up undressing him with my eyes.

"Thorne and Ky are off doing shit, so I get you all to myself, little fox." His attention is on his phone as he tells me our plans. "I already had sushi delivered for you."

"Mmhmm." There's no avoiding or denying it. I'm a horny mess at this time of the month, and, as always, he's doing all kinds of spectacular things for me. So, god help my raging need to launch myself at this man, I straight up drool over him, instead of forming words.

He runs a thumb across his mouth, eyes scanning the rest of our chat before his gaze flicks up and lasers in on my eyes.

The hunger in mine is reflected in his own.

Raven knows exactly where I'm at in my cycle. In fact, I'm damn near sure he's either got his own tracking app on his phone, or just uses his spyware to monitor mine.

"You wanna unlock that door and go back inside?" He pockets his phone and uncrosses his legs, dragging me to stand between his knees. That deep voice sends a pulse of desire raging through me, straight to my clit. As his hands find my hips, the smell of pine that always clings to him mingles with the fuel and rising heat from the engine.

I shake my head.

My fingers trace over the spot where my name adorns his neck.

"Tempting…"

The corner of his lip curls as I dangle the word; he knows I'm his to do whatever he wants with.

"Will you have a bath with me when we get home?"

He tightens his fingers, digging into my softness, and lowers his head with a delicious rumbling noise. My wolf nips at my neck, followed by a kiss, then brushes a wicked invitation against my ear.

"As long as I get to eat your cunt first."