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  But in spite of all of this, the thrill from the kiss, the tight and hot pressure down below, the pounding of blood in her veins – these were all she could focus on.

  "This is…it's just…you can't…"

  She tried to protest, but Adie couldn't even form the words. Hoxson standing in front of her, his big, muscular body as still and imposing as a huge statue, blocked out everything from her mind.

  And he seemed to sense this. Before Adie could stammer out any more words, Hoxson swooped in and kissed her again. This time, she didn't push him away.

  Hoxson's taste flooded her mouth, bringing her back to so many years ago, to all of their heated lovemaking sessions. Adie had heard that taste and smell were the most powerful triggers for nostalgia, and now she was beginning to understand why.

  Hoxson placed his hands on Adie's hips, squeezing the ripe flesh through the denim of her tiny jean shorts. Then, effortlessly, he lifted her up and onto the side of the porch. Without thinking, Adie wrapped her legs around Hoxson's hips, pulling him close and tight, a thrill running through her body as she felt the hard shape of his cock through his pants.

  "You're already so hard," she said as Hoxson moved his lips along her neck.

  "No one turns me on like you, baby," he said. "No one."

  The words were music to Adie's ears, but part of her couldn't help but wonder how sincere they were.

  But before she could think anything else along these lines, Hoxson grabbed onto the hem of Adie's shirt and pulled it off over her head before she could say a word of protest. Adie's hands shot instinctively to her breasts, placing her hands on her bra. Glancing down, she saw that her cleavage was absolutely enormous, her tits looking as though one more deep breath might send the bra flying off of her body.

  "What…what do you think you're doing?" she asked as she felt Hoxson's hands reach around to her back and set to work on the clasps of her bra.

  "You tell me," he said, his voice low and hot. "You tell me what you think I'm doing."

  "You're…taking off my clothes," she said, watching Hoxson slip the straps of her bra over her shoulder and toss the thing away, her heavy, full breasts now exposed, her nipples as hard as pebbles.

  "Mhmm," he said, kneading her tits as he went in for more kisses along her shoulders and collarbone. "What else?"

  "You're…squeezing my tits."

  "You're right about that," he said. "Damn, I've missed these."

  After a little more playing with her breasts, his fingertips running over her firm, pointy nipples, Hoxson lowered himself slightly, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking it, and lashing it with his tongue before moving on to the other. Adie let out a pleasured sigh, the sensation almost too much to bear.

  "Now what I am I doing?" he asked, taking his mouth away for just long enough to ask.

  "You're sucking my nipples."

  "And how does it feel?"

  "So goddamn good."

  Adie knew she couldn't even pretend to lie about that. She ran her hands through his thick, red hair, the end of his beard tickly against her bare stomach. A broad smile formed on her lips as she took in all of the sensations, each of them amazing in their own way.

  And she scolded herself for falling into Hoxson's charms too easily. She knew she should've put up more of a fight, made it clear to him that it was absolutely not okay for him to just waltz back into her life and waste no time in trying to get into her pants.

  But she realized that in her pants is exactly where she wanted him.

  As if on cue, he slipped his hands down Adie's curves, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of her tiny shorts.

  "I just can't resist," he said. "You're so fucking sexy; you make me feel like I'm gonna lose control."

  Losing control is exactly what Adie wanted, however. She wanted the dragon inside of him to come out, for Hoxson to give in to his beast and put all of that wild animal power deep into her. By now, she'd thrown away any hopes of resisting; she was ready for him to do with her whatever he wanted.

  Her shorts at her feet, Adie kicked them and her shoes off, leaving her in nothing but the black cotton thong she wore underneath. Hoxson backed away for a moment, taking in the sight of Adie in nothing but a skimpy pair of panties, his eyes turning that gorgeous silver that Adie knew meant his animal was coming more and more to the surface.

  Then, he reached down and yanked off her panties, tearing them off of her body effortlessly, a surprised, thrilled gasp slipping from Adie's mouth as he did. Adie quickly took off Hoxson's shirt, revealing, once again, the sculpted, tattooed physique that she'd been ogling as Hoxson lay in bed.

  Adie fumbled with Hoxson's pants button and zipper, her hands shaking with excitement and arousal. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a sly smile form on Hoxson's lips as he watched her attempt to take off the rest of his clothes with far less dexterity than he'd used on hers.

  "Let me help you there, kid," he said.

  He shucked off his pants and boxer-briefs, his enormous, rock-solid prick springing out.

  "Hey," Adie said. "I was gonna…"

  But as her eyes locked on to his erect cock, his member hard and dripping just for her, she could barely hold a thought in her head.

  "Now," said Hoxson, stepping toward Adie, the tip of his head grazing against her soaked pussy lips. "I want you to tell me what you want."

  Adie's breasts rose and fell with each breath. She placed her hands on Hoxson's thick, wide shoulders, her eyes focused on his prick and just how close it was to just where she wanted it.

  "You know what I want," she said. "You know what I've been wanting for the last ten years."

  "I do," he said. "But I want to hear you say it."

  Adie couldn't help but smirk at this. Hoxson was the same cocky prick he'd always been, knowing just how to tease, just how to bring her to the point of feeling like she was going to explode with sexual desire.

  Adie reached down and wrapped her fingers around Hoxson's pulsing prick, attempting to guide it into her red and swollen lips.

  "Ah-ah-ah," he said, placing his hands on hers and holding her fast. "Not until you say the magic words."

  Adie wanted to kill him and fuck him all at the same time. She couldn't believe the audacity of Hoxson treating her like this, getting her turned on in spite of her protestations, then making her ask for what he'd made her want more than anything else.

  "I need it," said Adie, her hand moving slowly up and down his length. "I need it inside me right now."

  "Then tell me what you want me to do."

  Adie bit down on her lip and released.

  "I want you to fuck me."

  "Atta girl."

  With that, Hoxson took his cock by the base and in one smooth, fluid motion, penetrated her. The feeling was like a rush of heaven down into Adie's pussy. He filled her inch by inch, Adie's eyes going wide with delight as he filled her completely. Once he was buried to the hilt, Adie bit her lip hard as she accustomed herself to all of Hoxson's massive cock being inside of her. He was easily the biggest that she'd ever been with, and she'd forgotten just how difficult it was, at first, for all of him to be inside of her.

  But she quickly adjusted, the tight pressure replaced with a pure pleasure.

  "Oh my fucking God," she moaned, wrapping her arms around Hoxson's shoulders and holding him tight against her quivering body. "You feel so goddamn good."

  Hoxson simply flashed her that same, cocky smirk that she couldn't get enough of. Then, leaning forward and placing his hands on the edge of the porch, he began to move in and out of her.

  The pleasure was almost too much for Adie to bear at first. Feeling all of his inches slide in and out of her, feeling the contours of his head push past her lips, feeling his hot, hard body against hers…it was almost more than she could stand. Her eyes were winced shut, and she could already feel the stirrings of an orgasm within her.

  "You like when I fill you up?" growled Hoxson, his voice slightly deeper, sligh
tly more bestial from his animal within coming out more and more.

  "I love it so goddamn much," said Adie. "You have no idea just how fucking good it feels."

  Part of Adie hated how there wasn't a man on earth who could fuck her like Hoxson. As his pace quickened, as he pounded her harder and harder, she found herself wondering if his cock was made for her, just the right size and shape for her eager pussy.

  But as the pleasure increased, as the orgasm grew and grew in Adie's pussy, any thoughts she had were obliterated. Hoxson's hands on her hips, his strong grip kneading into her soft curves, he pounded her impossibly hard, his cock making Adie feel as though she were being split in half in the best way possible.

  "I'm gonna…" she moaned, her breasts bouncing back and forth, her hair being tossed wildly with each collision of Hoxson's hips into her. "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

  With that, the orgasm broke loose. Hot waves of pleasure burst through her body, filling her with delight like nothing else before. She moaned and thrashed as Hoxson held her in place, her legs squeezing Hoxson so tightly that she worried, for a brief moment, that she just might break him in two.

  Then, just as Adie's orgasm reached its zenith, Hoxson came, and he came hard. With a wild, dragon grunt, he emptied himself inside of her, spraying his cum deep into Adie, the sensation of his cock erupting within her beyond divine. Once he was done, their orgasms fading, Hoxson's pounding slowed until he was still, both of their chests rising and falling.

  Hoxson held his cock in Adie for a moment before withdrawing it slowly, a sly smile forming on Adie's face as she felt the warm drip of his cum down her leg.

  But as soon as the glow of the orgasm began to fade, the reality of what had just happened set in.

  Adie gave Hoxson a firm slap on the hard square of his pec, a frustrated expression on her face.

  "You goddamn prick," she said, shaking her head.

  CHAPTER 5

  "You're a real prick, you know that?" shot out Adie as she stomped back into the house.

  Despite how mad she clearly was, Hoxson couldn't help but let his eyes linger on her full, round ass while she stormed off, and how it jiggled in just the right way.

  "You wanted it just as bad as I did," said Hoxson, grabbing his clothes and heading back into the house, his now flaccid cock swinging heavily back and forth between his legs.

  Adie stopped in place and turned on her heels.

  "So what if I did?" she said. "I knew you and I had a history, and I guess that part of me knew what might have happened if I brought you home with me."

  "No one made you do it," Hoxson said.

  "What was I supposed to do, just let your unconscious ass lay there on the barroom floor? And you're lucky that the staff was there to even help get your heavy self into my car."

  "Thank heaven for small miracles," said Hoxson, putting his hands on his hips.

  His eyes drifted down to Adie's gorgeous breasts, and a sensual smirk appeared on his face. Part of him wanted to give her another go right then and there.

  The shocked expression that formed on Adie's face, however, followed by one of her arms covering her breasts and the other her pussy, made it clear that she didn't feel the same way.

  "Does this mean we're still on for the plan?" asked Hoxson.

  He knew that it probably wasn't the best time to ask, but he needed to know either way.

  "First you fuck me, then you ask me for favors," said Adie as she stormed into her bedroom.

  "Pretty sure I asked you for the favor before I fucked you," said Hoxson.

  Adie's eyes narrowed into cutting little slivers, the green barely visible. Hoxson knew he was playing with fire here, and unless he wanted a vicious little fox ripping his ankle open, he'd better play it safe.

  "We just let shit get the better of us," he said, calling out to Adie as she put on clothes in her bedroom. "We have a history, and we're totally attracted to each other. No sense in getting mad about it. And no sense in getting upset over spilled milk. Or spill-"

  Hoxson was very close to making a joke that he knew would've had Adie shifted and on top of him and digging her razor-sharp little teeth into his face. He bit his tongue and waited for Adie to speak.

  She stepped out of her bedroom wearing no pants and a skimpy white t-shirt.

  "What?" she asked.

  "If you don't want me to take you into that bedroom and give you another fucking, then you're wearing the wrong outfit."

  Adie squealed and stomped her foot before storming back into the bedroom.

  And as she changed, Hoxson caught the scent of something strange on the wind. The house's windows were open, and whatever was outside was drifting in. He furrowed his brown and concentrated on it. Dragons didn't have as developed scents of smell as wolves, for example, but they could still pick up the scent of nearby shifters.

  "You smell that?" asked Hoxson, his face crinkling.

  "Smell what?"

  Hoxson walked toward one of the open windows of the living room and stuck his head out. He took another whiff, and sure enough, the scent was even stronger.

  "Come here," he said.

  Adie came out of the bedroom, this time wearing a very unflattering pair of sleeping pants and an oversized t-shirt from a local gym.

  "What are you talking about?" she asked, stepping up to his side.

  Now that Adie was nearby, Hoxson could smell her sent good and strong. But the other one was still there.

  "What smell?"

  I knew what it was.

  "There are shifters around here."

  Adie gave Hoxson an incredulous look.

  "Well, sure," she said. "You know this is a shifter town."

  "But you're out in the middle of fuckin' nowhere," he said. "You get shifters just running through the woods around your place?"

  "I guess not," she said. "But why would there be shifters in the woods? What would they be doing here?"

  "That's exactly what I want to know."

  Hoxson took one more look out the window, scanning the surrounding woods for any sign of shifters. He took another sniff, this time detecting the musky scent of bear on the wind. His stomach tightened, and he couldn't shake the sense of danger that crept up his spine.

  "I need you to stay put," he said. "Shut all the windows and lock all the doors."

  "Why?" asked Adie. "What's going on?"

  "Just do what I say."

  With that, Hoxson climbed out the window and made a slow circle around the house. The evening sun was making its final dip behind the tree line, and stars were beginning to twinkle in the sky above. He turned around and watched as Adie shut the window behind him, her slim figure darting here and there, shutting the other windows and locking the doors as he'd asked.

  Hoxson's inner dragon bristled at the potential of danger, and he trotted off to the tree line, the shadows of the trees falling all around him.

  "Who's there?" he called out. "You'd better fucking show yourself."

  He knew now that there was someone – or many "someones". He considered shifting right then and there, rising up into the sky, and taking a look around for any sign of invaders. But he didn't want to scare off anyone nearby. If there were shifters in the woods, he wanted to know who they were.

  Then, after a few more long moments, the trees off in the distance rustled. Hoxson watched the shifting branches, making sure that it was just the wind. Then, when a branch cracked, he knew he'd found what he was looking for.

  "You there!" he called out, his voice booming through the woods. "Get your ass over here!"

  Of course, the person in the woods did the opposite, taking off into a run, away from Hoxson, the branches shaking wildly as he darted off. Hoxson burst into a full sprint, cutting down the distance between him and the other person as fast as he could. Hoxson's legs pumped underneath him as he ran, his inner dragon now begging to be set free to cover the woods in flame, taking care of the situation one way or another.

  "Stop running,
you fuck!" shouted Hoxson.

  A claw then shot in front of Hoxson's face. He slammed into it at full speed, the impact knocking him off his feet. He fell ass-over-teakettle, landing hard onto the forest floor.

  "What the fuck?" he shouted out.

  Taking a look up, he was presented with the imposing figure of a bear, standing on its hind legs, and glaring down at him with coal-black eyes.

  "Who the fuck are you?" asked Hoxson.

  But the bear wasn't in the mood to talk. The beast roared and swiped down at Hoxson, who rolled out of the way in barely enough time to avoid the killing swipe.

  The bear then lunged in and slammed its paws down right where Hoxson was only moments before, the impact thudding through the dirt all the way through Hoxson's bones. Moments later, Hoxson was back on his feet, his eyes narrowed hard at the bear.

  "I'm gonna ask you one last time, then I'm not gonna be so nice about it," he said. "Tell me who the fuck you are, and who you're working for. And hell, tell me why the fuck you're here too."

  The bear let out a fearsome roar.

  "Fine," said Hoxson. "I guess if you want me to kick your ass instead, we can do it that way too."

  Hoxson [LR1]balled his hands into tight fists. The bear went in for another lunge, but Hoxson was too quick for him. Hoxson jumped out of the way, the bear colliding into a tree behind the both of them.

  To shift or not to shift, he considered, feeling his beast beg to come out, to have the chance to carve this bear up with his razor-sharp talons. Or maybe cook him alive where he stood.

  But Hoxson wanted information, and he knew he wasn't going to get any from a corpse. He had to play this one smart, to overpower the bear and get him to talk. However, before he could make a move, he heard more rusting behind him.

  No fucking way, he thought.

  Then, he realized that, yes, he had lost track of the first shifter that he'd been chasing through the woods. And now he was back. A bear was in front of Hoxson, and behind him.

  "Two against one?" he asked. "Can't you bears handle a fair fight?"

  Before he could make another smart-ass comment, the bears rushed in for the kill.