Claymore and Dagger Pt.2

"Maybe I don't want other people to know I'm different when I'm alone with you." Sam drew the arm over his face away, and stole a kiss. "And her. Though I'm no' sure you two are separate."
 
Fiona nuzzled against his cheek as he kissed her, her fox so happy in the moment. They weren’t separate in any way, but they both had very strong personalities. Her fox could be opinionated while Fiona simply wanted to go with the flow of simply being with Sam.

“She wants a mating mark.” Fiona whispered against Sam’s ear, almost as if that were the biggest secret she possessed. “She has dreams of being taken like a vixen in heat in the middle of the woods while you givenher the mating mark that will seal us all together.”

Fiona actually blushed deeply as those words came out, her voice low and slightly husky. Her little fox has been dreaming quite a bit lately about Sam while Fiona did her best to keep herself neutral.
 
Sam turned his head to meet her gaze as she spoke, and she could practically see the moment the cogs began to turn in his mind. He sat up slowly, holding her gaze all the while until he murmured, "I'll give ya five seconds' head start." His voice was almost a growl, like a beast ready to set upon his prey. Or, like a fox ready to set upon his mate.
 
"i thought you were tired." Fiona said softly as she saw that he was deadly serious.

She let out a gasp as she scrambled off the sofa and soon she was out the door, running into the woods just beyond the cabin. When she entered the thick trees, she simply let her fox make the decisions. This was a moment for her to enjoy, the experience with Sam in ways that only Fiona had previously.
 
Whatever exhaustion Sam had felt was lost in the welcome threat of a chase. With no beast blood or features to speak of, he still seemed like some manner of animal as, only five seconds after she entered the woods, she heard his boots in the brush behind her. He was a fantastic tracker, a good long-distance runner, and a strategist. Those would make up for his lack of ability in scent and sight. Even so, he pursued her as if he were a male on the trail of a vixen in heat.
 
The fox scrambled across the terrain, pausing to carefully make her way down a bank, she was soon running through the small stream that ran through the woods. It would cover over her tracks as she went, making it harder for Sam. She wanted him to earn his reward and she would put him through his paces to do so.
 
Sam was close enough to hear splashing as he ran down the bank, but when she left the water, he slowed to find her tracks and then he was right back on her trail. It was as she reached the top of another hill that she heard him push through underbrush close enough to set in a thrill of danger. He wasn't falling behind.
 
Fiona’s fox was in complete control as she ran through the trees in order to lose Sam. As she heard his heavy boots behind her, she darted to the side, panting as she squeezed between trunks and did her best to lose him again.
 
Sam knew the woods here almost by heart, but his younger self had been able to slip through the old growth and close-growing trees far more easily. At the risk of losing her trail, he took a detour and soon she couldn't hear him at all. That was, until she came out the other side of the thicket and Sam was waiting for her.
 
Fiona pulled herself to a stop as she saw Sam casually waiting for her. She let out a whimper and went to turn back the way that she had come. She couldn’t speak any longer as her fox had taken control, but she made the noises of a fox enjoying a chase.
 
Sam's fingers caught her belt just before she could slip out of reach between two trees too wide for his barrel chest, and he snagged her back into waiting, powerful arms. She was locked in place until, just like the night of their first kiss, he trapped her against a trunk with her arms above her head.

His breath was somewhat labored, panting out as his steely green eyes pierced her own with a ferocious, silent intensity she had only seen when he faced battle. But it was tempered with love and lust, even hunger as he surveyed his catch.
 
The fox bucked and fought against him, trying her hardest to break free as he surveyed her with his green gaze. She wasn’t going to go down easily. She would be proud that she fought to the bitter end and even prouder that her mate was strong enough to contain her. She grunted and gelled, her blue eyes those of a truly wild animal.
 
Just as her hands were about to slip free, Sam pinned her to the tree with his broad body, planting his heavy boots where they would stop her from twisting away to flee.

His hips pressed into her own to trap her further, and he lifted a hand to begin opening her tunic at his leisure, though he seemed dangerous and hungry for what lie beneath.
 
FIona growled in pleasure as Sam crowded in against her, his hand leisurely pulling at her tunic. She glanced down at her body as he bared it, blush coating her cheeks as she noticed how wanton she looked. Her fox didn’t care and she pushed her chest out further so he could get a better glance at what she had to offer.
 
Sam leaned in suddenly, giving her fox a taste of what was to come as he bit her neck just hard enough to leave a tiny impression, followed by hot kisses to what skin he'd bared. His hand pushed her tunic back and unbuckled her belt. He didn't bother to remove any more before suddenly turning her to face the tree, his feet braced between her own to force her thighs open, and a hand snaked into her trousers and her underwear to find her warm folds. He still kept her hands above her head with his free arm, and she could feel his arousal becoming apparent against her backside. His teeth nipped her earlobe and his chest pressed to her back possessively. It was as if her fox was awakening some animal of Sam's own.
 
Her fox melted, cooing in pleasure as Sam bit her firmly. Fiona was beside herself as he pepper heated kisses along her throat, drowning her in pleasure before he turned her to face the tree and forcing her thighs apart. Fiona wanted to scream out his name, but she wasn’t able to. Instead, she let out a long and heated moan as he nipped her ear and his hand cupped her slit, feeling the warm wetness that he had helped to inspire.
 
Sam finally let go her wrists, but he forced her to remain where she was as he tore down her trousers and underwear, and soon the rest of her clothing followed til she was bare as the day she was born in the middle of the forest with a lustful, hungry mountain of a man at her back. He only bothered to unbutton his own trousers before he pinned her once more against the smooth papery bark with his hardened cock pressed along her seam.

His fingers laced through her hair and his other hand held her thigh tightly. He didn't give her a chance to process everything before he pulled her hips back, bending her forward for his shaft to plunge into her body with abandon.
 
Fiona’s fox practically danced in anticipation as he pulled her clothing free and was soon pulling her hips back as well. She let out a shriek and howled as Sam pressed into her smoothly, pinning her against the tree while he heightened their pleasure.
 
Sam didn't ease into pace like he normally would have. The rhythm was quick, punishing, and would leave fatigue and even bruises come morning. But that knowledge did nothing to slow him as he took everything she offered as if he couldn't be sated. The grip of his fingers in her hair tightened just enough to give a little tug, and he ravenously attacked her neck and shoulders once more.
 
Fiona let out a garbled sound as he jerked her hair back with his fingers, attacking her neck and shoulders with his lips as he pounded into her mercilessly. Her fox dug her fingers into the tree bark beneath her, holding on for dear life as the clearing was filled with the noises of furious sex and low growls from the both of them.

She knees felt weak, but she couldn't even move if she wanted to. Sam kept her pinned roughly in place, pressed tightly against the tree. She was panting, harsh gasps for air and loud whines of pleasure mixing together in a beautiful little song.

When she came, she couldn't speak to warn him. Instead, her fox let out a scream that echoed around them, her entire body seeming to collapse in on itself. She arched and bucked, thrashing in his arms as she struggled with the enormity of what was happening.
 
Sam locked an arm across her middle when she began to thrash, and his powerful hips didn't let up even as she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder. Even without the powerful jaws and long canines of a were, his own canine teeth cut in first and he managed to leave a good imprint with several punctures right where he'd seen others' mating marks before. And just as he lifted his head away, he drew back his hips and grasped Fiona tightly to his chest as his seed spilled over her thighs with his deep, vicious growl of pleasure.
 
Fiona retreated into her own mind in that moment to allow her fox the chance to enjoy what was happening. She was utterly limp in his arms as he bit her, submitting to her mate as he gave her the slight mark that she had so desperately wanted. She could barely move as his teeth pulled away at the same time as his hips, his hot seed spraying the backs of her thighs. His arms held her so tightly that she could barely breathe.
 
When his grip began to loosen, Sam put out an arm to steady them both against the tree as he panted heavily and his forehead pressed to her unhurt shoulder and he held her up in one arm. As he began to recover, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
 
The fox whimpered as Sam pressed a kiss against her heated skin, turning her head to nuzzle against his cheek as soon as she could reach. Fiona was only dimly aware of what was happening, but she didn't worry. In time, the fox would retreat and she would be back in control. It was the longest that her fox had ever come to the surface, but Sam hadn't minded in the least.
 
Sam knew he was dealing with a different side of his fiancee, and he turned her around gently to face him with her back to the tree once more. He gazed down at her with a new calm that had washed over him, and he leaned in to press her to the bark and kiss her slowly. His hands came to rest on her thighs, and he quietly let her know he wasn't done yet as he set his hips against her own.
 
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