Voss watched through half-lidded eyes as she worked, her lips stretched around his girth. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before she pulled back to kiss and suck at his shaft. Spit glistened on her lips and chin as she worked, her technique alternating between slow, teasing licks and deep, hungry sucks.

Voss watched through half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving, the muscles in his thighs tensing under her free hand. "Fuck, that’s good," he muttered, his hips jerking involuntarily, pushing deeper into her warmth. "Look at you, on your knees for me like a good little fox. You love sucking my cock, don’t you?"

Felicity hummed in response, the vibration making him groan louder. She moved lower, her tongue tracing the sensitive skin of his balls, taking each one into her mouth and sucking gently. Voss’s breathing grew ragged, his fingers tightening in her hair as he guided her movements. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the area, slurping, sucking, the occasional gag that only made him groan louder. She alternated between slow, teasing licks that had him cursing under his breath and deep, hungry sucks that hollowed her cheeks. Her chin was slick with saliva, dripping down to her chest, and she felt exposed, vulnerable, yet powerful in how she controlled his pleasure.

"That’s it, take it deeper," he encouraged, his voice strained as he pushed her head down, his grip tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts. "Deeper, baby. Take it all, show me how much you want to please your wolf."

Felicity relaxed her throat, taking him as far as she could, her eyes watering slightly. She pulled back with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock before she dove back down, her hand working what her mouth couldn’t reach. She redoubled her efforts, bobbing her head faster, her hand pumping what her mouth couldn’t reach. The taste of him grew stronger, more urgent, and she could feel him swelling, his balls tightening under her fingertips. Inner thoughts racing, I need him to come, to flood my mouth, to claim me.

Voss’s groans turned to growls, his free hand roaming to pinch her nipple through her shirt, twisting just enough to make her whimper.

The sounds of the camp, Ash setting up perimeter traps, Sarge’s gruff voice giving orders, faded into the background as Voss lost himself in the sensation. His world narrowed to just this moment, just this woman, just this exquisite pleasure building at the base of his spine.

"Felicity," he growled, his voice tight with need. "I’m close."

"Fuck, Felicity, you’re gonna make me cum. Such a good girl, swallowing my cock like that."

She responded by increasing her pace, her tongue working relentlessly against the underside of his shaft. The wet sounds of her mouth on him, combined with her eager moans, pushed him closer to the edge.

With a guttural roar, Voss thrust one last time, his cock pulsing as hot cum shot down her throat. She swallowed greedily, the salty flood overwhelming her senses, some spilling from the corners of her mouth. He held her there, buried deep, until he was spent, his body shuddering. Slowly, he pulled out, wiping her chin with his thumb, then sucking it clean himself, a possessive gesture that made her heart stutter.

Just as he was taking his cock out, a twig snapped nearby. Both of them froze, Voss’s protective instincts immediately overriding his pleasure.

"Who’s there?" Voss snarled, his body coiling, every muscle snapping back to predator.

Victor stepped from the shadows, arms crossed, a slow smile spreading across his face. He said nothing at first, just looked.

Felicity, still catching her breath, reached her arms up toward Voss without a word. He picked her up, and she folded into his chest, her fingers curling into his shirt, asleep within moments.

"She wore herself out." Victor’s voice was quiet, but his eyes didn’t leave her.

"You should have taken her inside her space; I’m pretty sure half the camp heard."

"Good," Voss said. "Let them."

Victor looked at him then. Something passed between them unspoken, territorial, unresolved. He reached out and moved a strand of hair from Felicity’s face with one careful finger, then pulled his hand back.

"She’s mine tonight," Voss said.

"I know." Victor turned and walked back into the dark.

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, Felicity climbed out of Voss’s arms, looking adorable with her blonde hair a mess and her fox ears twitching at every sound.

With Victor’s help, she began handing out steaming mugs of coffee to the groggy teams.

The warmth of the brew acted as a temporary peace treaty for the men of Snow and Leaf Team, who were exhausted from being on the road for so long and so worried that something would happen.

Felicity approached Sarge, who was currently resetting some of the camp’s perimeter traps.

She held out a mug, and he looked at her like she was offering him something precious. Her tail swaying in that absent, contented rhythm, she probably didn’t realise she had. A whiff of fresh coffee and honeyed peach drifted off her, tangling with the morning cold.

"Here, Sarge." Her smile hit him like a concussion grenade. "To keep you going today."

Sarge reached for the mug. His brain was still somewhere between sleep and consciousness, dragged out of a restless night by the sound of her going down on Voss through camp. His fingers closed around the ceramic and caught hers in the process, small, soft, impossibly gentle against his scarred knuckles.

She was close, too close. The pink of her mouth, the scatter of freckles across her nose, the way her lashes fanned against her cheeks when she blinked up at him. His chest cracked open like a fault line, and the words fell out before his tactical mind could intercept them.

"I love you."

Low rough and absolutely unfiltered.

The mug stayed suspended between them. Felicity’s lips parted. Her ears shot straight up, then flattened sideways in opposite directions like they couldn’t agree on a direction.