Vixen by Jessica Sims Read Free Book Online

through her body, deflecting away all anger. The hunters would be taken care of, and she and her fox cousins would be safe. She’d done it. She’d taken care of the problem.
    Maybe there was something to this fox-thing after all.
    Several minutes later, they arrived back to her porch, and Jeremiah’s lanky cat form slunk up the steps, then deposited Miko on her discarded clothing like he would a delicate cub. The fur on the back of her neck was damp from his mouth, and her tail stung from where the hound had bitten the fur off. Her natural instinct was to stay in animal form until the stinging went away – it wouldn’t take long and she healed much faster in fox-form, but her adrenaline was still pumping after the rush through the woods and the success of her plan.
    So she crouched low on the porch and began to change back to human form.
    Miko was the first one to fully retain her form, and when she did, a patch of skin on her buttock throbbed, the skin raw. She put a hand to it, wincing. Perhaps she should have stayed in fox form after all.
    A quick glance over showed that the two men were finished transforming, tanned skin rippling. Sam got up from a crouch, rising to his full height next to her and she got her first look at his fully naked body.
    He was beautiful. His flesh was sleek and toned, not a spare muscle or hint of fat anywhere on his body. A swimmer’s body, an athlete’s body, with a hard chest and corded shoulders. His cock, she was happy to see, was long and beautiful – everything she’d wanted it to be.
    Behind him, Jeremiah stood slowly, his naked body was a thing of beauty as well. He wore a dark frown on his face, though, and strode forward, checking her over to ensure for himself that she was healed. His hands ran over her body with worry.
    “You risked your neck,” Sam said in a low voice, striding toward her. “Of all the stupid, crazy things to do–”
    “I knew what I was doing,” Miko protested, but her words died as Sam stepped behind her and knelt, examining her wound.
    “It was still incredibly foolish,” Jeremiah said, sliding his hands over her arms, checking for wounds.
    It was an incredible turn-on. Both men had their hands on her, bare flesh touching her own. Desire flooded through her, and a small sigh of pleasure escaped her throat. She wanted both of them. Together. Forgetting all about the rawness on her buttock or the fact that both men were currently pissed at her, she reached for Jeremiah with one hand, and Sam with the other.
    “Miko,” Jeremiah breathed, gazing into her eyes. “What are you trying to tell us? What do you want from us?”
    Sam said nothing, but she felt his hands circle her thigh, felt the gentle press of his mouth against her buttock, nipping at the place where her skin had been abraded.
    Miko shook her head. “I…I can’t choose between the two of you. And I don’t want to.”
    She trailed her hand across Jeremiah’s jaw, then down to his naked chest, splaying her fingers across it. She could feel his heart beating rapidly underneath her palm, felt the warmth of his skin. Her other hand – the hand on Sam’s shoulder where he crouched behind her – lifted, and she felt Sam kiss the palm. Flutters of heat moved through her.
    “You want to do this?” Jeremiah whispered, then leaned in and cupped her face in his hands.
    “Don’t you? Both of you?” she asked, then leaned over and bit at his thumb gently.
    Sam’s fingers brushed down her thighs. “Then I suggest we go inside,” he said in a low, husky voice. “Much as I admire your porch, I don’t know if the neighbors will approve of you keeping house with two guys.”
    A laugh bubbled out of her throat and she wrapped her arms around Jeremiah’s neck. “I don’t have any neighbors.”
    He lifted her into the air, pulling her body close to his. She felt as light as a feather in his arms. Jeremiah was so strong, so built. She glanced backward to see if Sam was still with them,