The Foxy Mouses Romance Novels & Stories

Her lips went to my ear as she whispered ever so softly. “You know how to be romantic.” She set her head on my shoulder. We continued to dance, too lost in the music to halt. Time passed as our feet moved in the steps of the foxtrot. She brought her head up and sleepily opened her eyes. She leaned in and planted her lip on mine. I wrapped my arms around her neck in return and held her tight as the kiss continued. it was the applauding sound that brought us back to reality as everyone cheered guess we were too busy in our own world to notice that the music had stopped but good thing no one was paying attention to us and we both giggled "I need to go grab some juice" she said and left.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

I’d noticed that Foxy particularly liked blackberries, and whenever I took him with me, there always seemed to be an abundance of blackberries on the low-hanging branches. It did make me wonder if those awed whispers could hold some truth. Had the strange feelings Cin and I had had been nudges in the right direction from the Moon Goddess herself? I’d never, ever heard of her doing anything more than joining wolves as mates. But I had no other explanation for it.

Theo rolled his eyes, lighting the joint he'd rolled, taking a deep inhale and handed it to me, smiling when I took it. He exhaled. "Foxen have a natural pheromone in their auras when partly shifted." He explained turning to Lisa while I took an inhale then held it up for Xavier. "Why?" She asked, raising a brow as she took the joint from Dane. I giggled, shrugging. "Who wants to fight me when I'm so cute?" I twitched my ears at her. She choked for a moment laughing. "You're an idiot." I stuck my tongue at her. "And you're my friend, like chooses like."

Although he brought me clothes, it didn’t erase what Huxley had just done and I dressed up in the cream suit dress he had gotten me, my mind replayed everything that had happened between us just now. It was weird. Despite my hatred for him, it was hard to deny how my body had reacted so obviously to him. Also, there was Roxy’s reaction to him. “Roxy, why are you not angry anytime you see Huxley? He rejected us.” I question as I stepped out of his office and straight into my office. “His wolf wants me,” came Roxy’s reply. I don’t know if it’s just in my head but she sure did sound a little angry. Was she angry at Huxley’s wolf or Huxley?

“Are you insane? This marriage… it’s only for a year, and you’re already driving me mad!” I leaned in close, a smirk on my lips. "You really think I'm letting you go after a year? Aren't you a bit naïve, Little Mouse?" The shock on her face was perfect. I moved in, brushing my lips against her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch. Then I claimed her mouth, my tongue diving in, exploring, tasting her as deeply as I wanted. She was intoxicating—my sweet little mouse. “Mmm,” she breathed, her hands moving to my shoulders, pulling me closer, just the way I wanted. My obedient, irresistible little mouse. I slid my hand down, finding her underwear, pressing my fingers against her, slowly

“I’m just happy that I’m free from any responsibility.” “Lucky.” Ginny uttered and squinted her eyes at me. “Just you wait, Rebecca.” I let out a nervous laugh. “The voting is over.” “Oh no it isn’t.” An evil smile formed on her lips. No? I looked at the board and the word MUSE flashed. “Oh no…” I tittered. “You wouldn’t dare…” Ginny’s smile made me nervous. “Now the question is, who will be the lucky girl?” Jeremy grinned before facing us again. “The voting for our muse is now open.”

he murmured, voice rough with intent. “Not your pet, big guy,” Noah shot back, pulling his hand away. “Could be something more, you know.” “Dream on. I’m not some prize to claim.” The exchange crackled, a dance of resistance and pull. Noah stepped back, the chair scraping the floor, his pulse thudding in his ears. Dominic’s hand hung in the air, scars catching the dim light, a silent mark of ownership. The flat shuddered, walls straining as thunder rolled overhead, shaking the frame.

“But, for the record, if the duel went on, Ekul would have won.” I laughed, punching him playfully and asked, “So, did you make a wish?” “Of course I did. That’s how I met the beautiful Princess Wolf Jasmine.” He beamed, his whole face lighting up. “Princess Foxy Jasmine actually.” “Foxy?” “You remind me of a fox in your wolf form. So beautiful. And foxy.” “Foxes are orange.” “Some are brown. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy wolf.” He snickered.

His hands were all over her skin, leaving a trail of hot desire in their wake. She moaned and arched toward him, pressing her womanhood against his hardness. She trembled, feeling possessed. Swollen and hotly lubricated tissues ached to be appeased with a more direct caress. His mouth broke from hers to trail hot, openmouthed kisses down her neck and across the skin exposed above the line of her dress. “I could take you now. Belle! I want to take you now.” He pressed his body into hers, sending further sensation sweeping through the core of her, then he rocked into her in an exciting imitation of the mating act.