Chapter 42 - 39: Teasing Fox
The night had settled over the city, casting a serene glow through the apartment windows. Ellen and Miyabi had spent the entire day curled up together, lounging on the couch, lost in the comfort of each other's warmth while the TV played in the background. They hadn't paid much attention to what was on; their focus remained solely on each other.
Miyabi's heat was intensifying, her body temperature radiating against Ellen's own. The scent of her—deep, intoxicating, and possessive—was growing stronger with every passing hour, making it increasingly difficult for Ellen to hold back. It was an alluring blend of something wild and something undeniably hers.
There was a warmth to it, reminiscent of burning amber and soft vanilla, a scent that wrapped around Ellen like an embrace, soothing and arousing in equal measure. But underneath that sweetness was something sharper, something untamed—an electric spice, like cracked cinnamon bark and the crispness of fresh autumn air. It was primal, impossible to ignore, seeping into Ellen's senses and setting her instincts ablaze. And now, that scent was all over Ellen.
From the moment Miyabi had noticed it clinging to her mate, she had been relentless, growing bolder with each passing moment. Every few minutes, she would shift against Ellen, nuzzling closer, her nose brushing against Ellen's neck before her tongue flicked out, teasingly licking over the mate bite that marked them as bound to each other. Each touch, each caress, sent a slow-burning fire through Ellen's veins, stoking a hunger that she knew she couldn't satisfy.
Not yet. And to make things worse, Miyabi was on top of her while doing all of this. Ellen let out a slow, controlled exhale, her grip tightening slightly on Miyabi's waist as she fought to keep her composure. If she weren't so damn in love with this woman, she'd have already given in, thrown all caution to the wind, and made sure Miyabi saw stars. But as much as she wanted to, there was one major problem keeping her from acting on instinct.
Mira was in the other room. Even if they tried to be quiet like last time, there was still the very real risk of getting walked in on, and Ellen was not about to let that happen. She needed to be absolutely sure that nothing would interrupt them when the time finally came. For now, she would just have to endure it—the possessive, teasing fox who was making it her mission to drive Ellen insane.
Ellen exhaled sharply when she felt Miyabi's tongue flick over the bite again, her patience wearing thin. She narrowed her eyes slightly, giving Miyabi a warning squeeze on her waist. "You really love pushing your luck, huh?" Miyabi only smirked against her skin, her voice a sultry whisper. "Just reminding you who you belong to." Ellen huffed, resting her forehead against Miyabi's, her lips brushing teasingly close. "Oh, trust me, I haven't forgotten." Miyabi chuckled, her tail swaying lazily behind her. "Good. Then you won't mind if I keep reminding you... all night long." Ellen swallowed hard.
An hour had passed, and Ellen was still enduring Miyabi's relentless teasing. Her mate's actions had only grown bolder—light touches turning into possessive caresses, the occasional lick over the mate bite becoming slow, deliberate drags of her tongue, and the heat of her body pressing closer, testing the very last threads of Ellen's restraint. Just when she thought she was about to snap, salvation came in the form of Mira and Sharkboo walking into the room.
Ellen's eyes immediately locked onto Mira, noticing something different—her horns. The tips were black. Questions surfaced in her mind, but she shelved them for later. Right now, she had other things to focus on. Even though Miyabi had stopped her overt touches, she still refused to move her face from Ellen's neck. The soft brush of teeth against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and a deep, contented purr rumbled from Miyabi's chest.