She envelops me, pulling me inside. I'm inside her—it's pure silk and velvet. Warm silk and velvet at that.
She moans, completely lost in her pleasure. What a woman. She doesn't bother to hide that she enjoys sex. And more amazingly, she enjoys sex with me. That matters more to me than her beauty.
I wonder who wrote all those Chinese novels that paint her as a villainess. Does it matter? Maybe they just felt threatened by a powerful fox babe who could kick their asses.
I may be something of an old-fashioned guy, wanting to treat my woman right, protect her, and give her everything. That said, I like powerful women. Gram knew what I needed.
I'll never stop regretting not coming to see my grandparents when they asked me. But maybe Daji is right. Does it matter when I came? Does it matter how long we've been together now that we found each other?
When I drive inside her, working on her hot little pleasure center, worshipping her tight, lithe body with mine, I can't even think. I can't remember my own name. I want her to feel the same way. I want to exhaust her so that she yawns all day tomorrow—if that's even possible with a goddess. Mostly, I just want her to feel good, and to know that I've given her so much pleasure that she passes out from it.
Daji moans, flailing with her hands. "You're GOOD. You're like dragon pearl tea. Exquisite."
"I don't know what that means, but I'll take it."
Claiming her feels like a primal thing. Something I'd never admit to anybody. Maybe to my nerdy friends in the tech world. No one else would understand, and the kind of guys that would understand and brag about it aren't ones I would give the time of day to. Claiming your mate like this is an intimate thing, a personal thing. No one gets to know the details about it.
I cradle her backside in my hands, fondling it. She gasps. "Ohhh yes."
She bucks underneath me, and I let her, because it's erotic as hell. Even though I want this claiming to last and make her feel as good as possible, I let her move like the wild thing she is. The spirit of the cunning, untamed fox is in her. Those ears are proof.
"I love your ears," I say.
"Mmmm, would you like to stroke them?"
I rub her ears, temporarily diverting from her glorious behind. Both are equally soft. How did I get so lucky?
No question, I'm going to keep this claiming to myself. Daji belongs to this life I'm living in the Wendigo Inn. I may never leave. What in my life could possibly compete with gods, dragons, fauns, and mythological legends?
And there's nothing like my mate anywhere.
"Daji—when you're not staying here, where do you go?"
She moans. "Let's talk after sex, lover. After you claim me. You feel so good, so hard and big inside me."
The incredible way she moves drives all thought out of my mind, except thoughts of and this moment. She knows how to touch me, too. Those nails raking across my back feel like a little bit of heaven. The exquisite pleasure and pain make me shudder.
"That's it," she purrs, nipping my ear. "Just relax and let me please you. You have no idea what pleasures we can share. I can launch you into the stars. I can take you so high that you'll never come down again. You'll float for eternity."
"Just kiss me. You drive me crazy when you kiss me."
She growls sensually and covers my mouth with hers, our tongues tangling together. My body responds to her touch, and I can feel her body responding. She's so warm around me. So beautiful. I'm floating already.
"I'm claiming you," I growl back. "I claim you. Every part of you. Your cute little ears." I kiss her nose. "Your pert nose. Your sensual mouth." I kiss her neck. "Your neck. Your breasts."
She pushes my head towards her breasts so I can suckle them. "Oh, lover. Love me like you do. Claim me like you do. Taste everything. Take what's yours. Take what I so freely offer."
"Mine," I growl, going to town, loving her like no man has ever loved any woman. "You see what you do to me? How easily you make me lose control when you say things like that. I want to lose control, with you."
My movements become more frenzied, and I wreck the bed, rolling with her, feeling for once as if I don't have a care in the world. As if anything is possible. Anything. When I'm inside her, I feel like I'm a god. Anything I want is mine.
"But I don't want you to come right away," I hear myself say.
Moaning, she says, "I'm so close."
And I can hear it in the incredible noises she makes and see it in her hazy eyes. I can feel it in the way her body trembles and thrashes.
"I know you are, but I want to take YOU so high that you'll think you're in whatever celestial realm you come from. You'll drift in the stars and wave hello to the moon. You're not going to come until I say so, because I want you to feel pleasure like you've never felt before."
She laughs, sounding half-exasperated, half-aroused. "I'm a goddess, do you really think you can show me anything new?"
"That sounds like a dare. You've been daring me all night. I just took you up on it." I grin. "And I upped the ante. So no, you can't come yet."
Her eyes swirl with desire and satisfaction. "I finally found a worthy mate. You're so refreshing. So ancient … and yet so new."
I'm past caring about whatever riddles she torments me with.
Instead, I encourage her to inch up to the edge and then keep her there. I kiss her, caress her, fondle her, and praise her beauty. I worship her over and over like her body is an ancient shrine. More like a beautiful, wild, and untamed meadow. Poetry spills from my lips. I call her my jewel, my emerald, my lotus flower.
Over and over, I bring her within an inch of paradise. "Not yet. You're being so good, so responsive. You surrender so beautifully. You love how I love you, don't you?"
"You are like the flower on the mountain peak," she says, breathless. "You are—OH. I can't take much more. I want to come."
"Not yet, my beautiful wild one. But soon, if you're good, I'll let you have the release you're desperate for."
It feels like a game. Like another test. As if we're role-playing. And she's someone who throws herself completely into the part.
She stretches out languidly and gives me a sensual smile. "Take your time, my mate."
I do. I take hours, loving her as long as I have stamina for, and patience for.
When she finally lets go, she's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. Her body pressed against mine, her eyes shining like black diamonds, and the sounds of her fulfillment ringing in my ears. Life doesn't get any better than this …
"That was incredible," she whispers. "So good, I'm going to show you where I live when I'm not at the inn. You should see it."
"Okay, sounds good." I'm half asleep after hours of lovemaking.
I don't remember falling asleep, but when I wake up, I'm on a mountain full of flowers, and I'm buck naked with Daji smiling at me, welcoming me to the home of the gods.
Where do you think Daji lives? And when will the gods stop throwing curveballs to poor Van?
Creation is hard, cheer me up!