Pixies might like claws.., p.1
Pixies Might Like Claws (Pixie Pink Book 2), page 1
Pixies Might Like Claws
PIXIE PINK - BOOK 2
D.N. HOXA
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
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Chapter One
Teddy De Ver
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The sun streamed through the windows behind me, which was…a bit strange. The sun only fell on that side of the building after two p.m., and it was still eight in the morning. For some reason, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal right now, though. I kept mixing the batter, not really sure what I’d even put in there. But it looked okay. It looked like Mom’s. She used to make us pancakes most mornings, and the batter looked exactly like that—thick, with small chunks of flour in it.
As if my body was being guided by someone else, I took the spoon and went through the motions, only to see that there was already a plate full of pancakes on the other side of the counter, along with two small bowls—one with blackberries in it, the other full of perfectly cut pieces of strawberries.
Huh. When had I made those?
In fact…when had I ever made pancakes in my life?
Arms wrapped around me, warm and strong, chasing away every thought from my head in an instant. Dominic’s large body pressed against my back, and I felt his thick hardness on my lower back. I moaned at the feel of him and my eyes closed. Pancakes forgotten, I held myself on the edge of the countertop while he pressed himself against me harder, with so much need my insides were already burning.
“Morning, Teddybear,” he growled against my ear. He sounded so different—not like Dominic, but like a cross between man and beast.
My response was a louder moan when he thrust his hips against my ass. It wasn’t fair. I hadn’t even seen his face yet, and I had already surrendered myself to him completely. He could have his way with me without a single word of complaint.
His large, warm hand went up my stomach and under my loose crop top, cupping my breast, squeezing hard. My back arched all the way as I cried out his name.
“Damn, Teddybear. You’re not wearing a bra,” he growled, biting the side of my neck, leaving me breathless.
“I thought you might like that…”
Had I? I didn’t remember if I put a bra on. I didn’t remember if—
A blink, and the shirt was torn from my body, wiping my mind clean once more. Dominic growled again, one hand around my hips, his erection still pressed against my lower back. He grabbed a fistful of my hair with his other hand and pulled my head back. His tongue was in my ear, wet and hot and licking furiously. I never thought it was even possible, but I could come just by him licking my ear and pressing onto me like that.
He kept on growling, more beast than man now, and he pushed himself off me for just a second to pull up my skirt and tear my thong to pieces with one pull. I cried out, half from the pain, half from the anticipation.
“Dominic,” I panted, trying to turn my head and see him, his swollen eyes, his naked chest, his disheveled hair. But he pressed himself onto me again, pushing me forward, driving my hips into the countertop’s edge. The pain barely registered when I felt him naked, his cock pulsating against my skin.
With a hand on the back of my neck, he pushed me forward until I bent over completely. The strangest thing, though…the stove wasn’t in front of me anymore. It was gone. Disappeared. Only the plates full of pancakes and berries remained, and they were at least three feet away from me now.
“Fuck, Teddybear,” Dominic growled when he slipped his hand forward and ran his fingers through my wet folds. My thighs clenched and my entire body shuddered as I held onto the countertop. How did he even know how to touch me like that?
“Dominic,” I cried louder, raising my ass to tell him what I needed—him inside me, all the way.
“You’re so fucking wet, Teddybear. You’re always begging to be fucked,” he growled, and the words only turned me on more. I moaned and I cried and I pushed myself against him until he finally took his cock in his hand and guided it lower, down to my entrance.
My eyes squeezed shut, and I held my breath, waiting for him to fill me. I thought he would take his time, like always. He was huge and I was tiny, way too tight for him still.
But he must have been in a rush because the moment his tip spread my folds, he thrust himself hard all the way inside me with one movement. I cried out, my heart almost beating out of my chest. He growled and moaned and the sound of him, the feel of him were all I had right now, but it was more than enough. I reached down and grabbed his forearms to hold myself, and strangely it didn’t hurt to have all of him inside me like that. The pleasure had every inch of me burning, especially when he moved away and thrust back inside even harder.
“You want it, don’t you,” he whispered, running his fingers on my naked back. His fingernails must have grown because he scratched the hell out of my skin, making me cry out louder.
“Yes,” I panted, and he kept going, each thrust harder, shaking every inch of me.
A slap on my ass and he dug his fingers deeper into my hips and pulled me to him. If he wasn’t holding me up, my legs would have given up on me a long time ago.
“You want to be fucked like this every morning, don’t you.” He kept going.
Yes, yes, yes, I think I shouted, but I couldn’t really hear my own voice anymore.
But then…his fingers moved up toward my stomach and waist, and they hurt. He pulled me up just a little bit while he kept thrusting into me, moving me forward and back like I weighed nothing, and though his cock felt incredible inside me, stretching me all the way, his fingers wrapped around my waist really, really hurt.
“Dominic,” I warned, but he didn’t hear me. He growled and moaned and kept on moving, and my eyes opened. I looked down. “Dominic!”
His fingers were no fingers at all. They were covered in brown fur, and his fingernails were claws. Long claws digging into my skin.
I should have been afraid. I thought I would be terrified.
Instead, the sight of them and my raw red skin took my pleasure to the next level.
“You like my claws, don’t you,” he gr
Beep, beep, beep.
Everything came to a halt. Even my heart stood still for a long moment.
My eyes opened to the high ceiling of my studio apartment. It took my mind a good minute to catch up and realize why I wasn’t bent over the kitchen counter, with claws digging in my waist and Dominic thrusting himself inside me.
My God, a dream. It had been a dream.
I sat up, a mix of a million emotions making my body shake. I was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, and my alarm clock kept on beeping, and my apartment was empty.
No pancakes. No berries. No Dominic.
But my panties were soaking wet.
“Damn you, wolf-ass,” I growled at the walls, suddenly so mad a black veil fell in front of my eyes the moment I stood up. I pulled up my pajama top, too, as if I was really expecting to see claw marks around my waist, but my skin was just as pale as usual. Just as pink.
“A dream,” I reminded myself. “It wasn’t real.” Just a stupid dream. The tenth dream I’d had in the past month and a half since the last time I saw the wolf-ass. It was bad enough that he was in my mind all day every day. He had to haunt me in my sleep, too.
I should have known it was a dream the second I saw those pancakes. I didn’t make pancakes. I could barely make an omelette on my days off. But I’d been so desperate to feel him that I hadn’t even questioned the absurdity of the situation—Dominic waking up in my apartment in the morning. Plain ridiculous. He hadn’t even been at the office since he and his brother burned down that building in San Francisco. Just the thought of that night made me shiver, but I’d gotten used to ignoring it by now.
Or, at least, I was pretending I’d gotten used to ignoring those thoughts until I actually succeeded.
Forty minutes later, I was showered, dressed, and on my way to work. I lived ten minutes away from the ODP Headquarters by foot, and it was already November. The cold air helped a lot in clearing my head, so by the time I arrived at my desk, the dream was almost completely wiped from my mind.
Almost.
“What’s got your cheeks all pink?” Hunter asked, grinning ear to ear. Patricia and Eva were still not in—five minutes until our shift really started, but Hunter was known to pop up early from time to time.
“The cold,” I said, pointing up to the ceiling, since we were a level underground. “What’s got you in such a good mood this morning? And you’re early, too.” I wiggled my brows.
“Guess you could say I had a…busy night, last night,” he said, dusting off his shoulder.
“No way,” I said, pushing the screen of my computer to the side to see him better. “Who was it? Give me the details.”
Hunter immediately stood up and came to sit behind Eva’s desk, which was right next to mine. Like that, we were close enough to hear each other whispering.
“I met her at a park yesterday when I was out jogging,” he said in a rush. “Which was saying something because I looked like shit. Sweaty and gross.” He wrinkled his nose.
“Sweaty men are sexy,” I said with a nod, as if I knew exactly what I was talking about.
“She thought so, too.” He grinned, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement. “We chatted for a while and walked around the block a couple times. She’s a jogger, too—and yes, sweaty women are definitely sexy.”
I high-fived him. “Damn, Hunter.”
“Her name is Lynn and she’s human. Works at a marketing firm, even though she studied law. And—check this out—she just broke up with her abusive boyfriend a few months ago, so she’s looking to blow off some steam and experiment.” He said it all with a knowing grin that made me burst out laughing.
“Experiment. Hmm, that sounds—”
“Amazing. Exactly what I’m looking for. No strings attached—just experimenting,” he announced. “I’ve been looking to experiment with women for a long time now. Guys are a subject I’m well familiar with. But women…” He wiggled his eyebrows again.
“I can’t believe you got so lucky, you prick,” I said, feeling a little bit envious, too. I was happy for him—I really was. He was in such a great mood, it was obvious he’d loved every second.
And…crap, I wanted that, too.
“Right?! She’s so hot. Has an ass to die for. You know I’m an ass guy,” he said, then flinched. “Well, I’m a boob guy, too, but she’s pretty flat in that department.”
“Hey, don’t be an ass. Boobs are boobs,” I reminded him.
“Amen, sister,” he said, and high-fived me. “And I am going to experiment with those thoroughly.”
“Hell, yeah. You do that,” I said, giggling. “It’s a lot more than I’m getting—which is basically nothing. Just dreams.”
The moment I said the words, I regretted them. But Hunter’s good mood had rubbed off on me, and when I was in a good mood, I usually forgot to put a filter on my mouth.
“Oooh, dreams,” Hunter said, grabbing my hands and pulling me closer. “Who was it with? Was it like a celebrity? Someone we know?”
Oh, hell. I flushed instantly. “Nope. No one we know.”
“Bullshit,” he said before I even finished speaking.
“I swear—I didn’t even see his face,” I said, now breathless. Why in the world did I tell him that? He was never going to let me live it down, damn it.
“Liar, liar, pants on—”
“I swear,” I cut him off. “I swear I did not see his face.” An undeniable truth. I knew who it had been behind me, but I hadn’t seen his face for real. Just his claws.
A flash of me looking down at them around my waist and my thighs clenched. Who in the world gets turned on by claws? I seriously needed therapy.
“I believe you,” Hunter said, though he was giving me the eye. “So, it was from behind.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks so fast it surprised me. “Please don’t tell the girls.”
And I should not have said that, either.
Hunter chuckled. “Don’t worry, Pink. It’ll be our secret that you dream about faceless guys doing you from behind. I’d have thought you preferred missionary, to be honest—but good for you.”
Covering my face with my hands, I groaned. I was never ever going to live this down.
“Nothing to be ashamed about. And I think your mind is trying to tell you something, too,” Hunter said, just as Eva called, “Hey, gang!” from the middle of the room as she came toward us. Everyone turned to look at her, and she thrived on the attention. You could see it in the way she smiled and held her head up.
“Remember what I always say, Pink—bad shit happens when you don’t get laid,” Hunter whispered to me, then stood up to hug Eva just as she made it to her desk.
Patricia arrived a couple minutes later, fully loaded with rumors, too. And after Hunter told them about Lynn, she shared them with us—eagerly.
“Loren James is a lying bitch,” she said almost breathlessly, head lowered so much her chin almost touched her desk. “She took two weeks off work to go visit family in Europe, right?” She made quotation marks with her fingers.
