Novel & Cerita The Foxy Mouses Romance

My head felt like it was going to explode. Maurice tackled the mouse again, and it released me to get away. It scrambled to the other side of the room, moving amazingly fast. I sat up wheezing and gasping for breath. Dudley had got the female mouse off Flossie and was helping her up. The mouse-woman was in the corner, hissing and snarling. The male mouse came running out of a dark corner with a spear held in front of it, levelled at Maurice. He dived out of the way.

Well, well, then you will have to endure without his embrace. Will you have to be patient? I felt the beast's gut growl as it burst out. Demanding to strangle Damian, who dared to become the best friend of my couple. - Kidding! I can easily get through this! So I promise, - Chanterelle laughed out loud. - And you ... stop growling! She put her arms around my neck and, pulling herself up, bit my lip. I was in a hurry. An intimate gesture stirred up a storm of feelings inside. That cheeky Foxy was definitely going to drive me crazy.

It looked like she had just gotten in a fight with a wild animal. "Nice!" Kye chuckles and pecks Roxy's cheek, "Sounds like all of you had fun." Kye says. "Anything else?" "There's a lot, but since you'll be here for a few days, we'll let you in on the details. For now, let's dig in peeps," Roxy kisses Kye's lips. "PDA much," Vic teases and Roxy rolls her eyes at him. "He's mine, duh!" she says and we all chuckle.

Clara leaned over and what she saw made her blood run cold. Standing in the doorway was Roxy. She was completely nude. One glance over her showed dried cum on her thigh and any wolf with a halfway decent sense of smell could tell Lucas had been all over her. "Did you get..." her voice trailed off when she saw Clara and Lucas. A huge grin formed on her face. "Hi Clara," she said. "Did you want to join Lucas and I in some fun?" "Clara it's not what it looks like." Clara backed out of Lucas' arms. He stood still while Roxy leaned against the doorframe, completely shameless.

My furry furnace just danced a jig and started to pant between my legs taking her in. Roxie could go from classic rock to chic fifties in the blink of an eye and owned it. Her eyes ran the length of my body and returned to my face with a mischievous grin. "You ready?" "Yep. Where are we going?" She pulled the door shut and turned to lock it. "By the way, you look phenomenal." She turned around and kissed my cheek. "You look pretty damn delicious yourself."

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It's splendid!" Leaf squealed. I looked towards the talker and flinched with shock and fear when I saw a fox sitting in front of me. The fox was 5.7ft tall, with rose gold fur with a long white streaky trailing from his head to his fluffy tail. His paws were white too and the inside of his ears red. He was beautiful. "Love you!" Leaf shrieked. "You are so cute, Foxy!"

Maya muttered a 'no' and he blew out a breath, he acted before she could blink, and pushed the hem of her dress up past her hips and over her ass cheeks, spreading the material further and further higher until it reached her waistline and his palms cupped her bottom. Maya gasped. What was happening? She looked up at him curiously, he simply grinned and she swore he looked more animalistic at the moment. "I dislike it, foxy. Your pretty mouth should be used for something more..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right words, "Decent." He smirked darkly and leaned forward, "Do you understand me, foxy?" What she didn't understand was why he kept calling her 'foxy'. She had no resemblance

His wolf wanted her and he was fighting it. Roxy sat to his right, where the alpha female belonged. Her hand rested possessively on his thigh under the table, her red nails digging in slightly whenever she felt his attention drift. She'd changed into a low-cut top that showed off the Iron Fangs tattoo curling over her collarbone – a marking that unofficially branded her as next in line to be his mate. The mate he didn't want. Not anymore. Now that he saw Maya, he wanted her. Her smell made him want to puke so he moved away from Roxy a gag coming out.

Arson says, informing us of what is happening. “Dr. Fuchs-Jamison, it is lovely to see you again with your lovely wife,” That Woman purrs. I despise how much I look like her. Same hair, eyes, and cheekbones. I’m just thankful I have my father’s square jaw and body build. Because Doc Fox’s family enjoys making the elite culture squirm, Gator walks over to them first kissing Angel and then, of course, Fox. “Francis, I don’t believe you have met our husband, Etienne,” Doc Fox deadpans.

I loved them because they are cute and he begged me to cut them because of when were being intimate I would scratch him. Of course he has no problem burying himself inside of me while I scratch his back or wherever but as soon as he sees them in the mirror, he complains. Some nerve he has. "Whatever. You grow pretty quickly I see. You grew what? 4 inches since the last three months," I pointed out "Just a gene thing maybe and I sleep a lot so I guess that counts for it" He said tracing my eyebrows and I relaxed happily. His touches gives me butterflies and I always feel the electric shock when we barely touch each other. I'm pretty sure he feels them too.