Out Foxed by Fox novel Chapter 18

When Ella woke the next morning, she and Ander were alone in the room and he was still asleep. She'd spent a rather troubled night, trying to fall asleep with Fox's big body around her. Whereas being held in Ander's arms made her feel secure and comfortable, having Fox wrapped around her was like being held by... well by a Fox. One that seemed to have decided not to eat her yet, but she wasn't sure when she might be its next meal.

Which only reminded her of how he HAD eaten her last night.

Ella shuddered and forced her mind away from that. Looking over at Ander, she could see that the restraints had been removed from his wrists and ankles, just like her and she wondered when that had happened. Had Fox done it, or had others been in here? It disturbed her to think that she'd slept through Fox's exit from the room, no matter how exhausted she'd been.

"Ander," she whispered, reaching out to touch his arm. "Ander, wake up."

He came to with a jerk, and she snatched her hand back just in case. Brown eyes looked around the room warily before coming to rest on her and softening. He blinked a couple of times and seemed to realize he was free. Immediately he reached out to touch her and then his hand stalled, unsure of its reception.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worriedly.

She felt her heart go out to him. Poor Ander. There was definitely something of an ancient knight in his soul, a protector, and he was unable to protect her right now - the few times that he had been able to had been when Fox wanted to play some kind of twisted game. And every time, it had been an assault on Ander's pride. Yet his first thought was still for her, not for himself.

"I'm fine," she said, which was mostly true. Her pussy ached a little bit, but a night of rest had helped. Truthfully, she'd been more than a bit worried what Fox might want with her in the morning; it was a relief that he wasn't even here, but also rather worrisome. The man's unpredictability was definitely anxiety-inducing. "Are you okay?"

Ander's face hardened for a moment and then softened again. "I'm fine sweetheart, you don't need to worry about me." He reached out and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled in immediately, the sheets still between them. Flaking dried bits of his cum was still clinging to his chest, but she didn't care. Just having him hold her felt nice. Reassuring, which she needed even if it was false reassurance.

They were only like that for a few minutes when the door opened. Ella's entire body tensed and she looked up to see Jackson entering the room, holding Emilia’s hand and pulling the petite young woman along with him. Today she was dressed in a white dress that made her look especially young and innocent and her long, white-blonde hair was hanging loose down her back and over her shoulders. She looked at Ella and Ander with wide eyes, but she didn't seem unduly frightened or anxious, which helped Ella to relax just a little bit.

"Up," said Jackson. He was the same as he'd been yesterday; curt, mercenary and intimidating.

Surprisingly, Ander got up fairly quickly, although as he positioned himself between Ella and Jackson, she realized that he hadn't been doing it out of obedience. Unlike her, he hadn't relaxed at all; his back muscles were tensed and his hands were fisted at his sides. Ella couldn't see his face, but she was sure his expression was anything but cooperative. Slowly she slid off the bed behind him, nervous about the rising tension that was in the air.

Jackson just laughed. "Go ahead and try something, boy," he drawled, deliberately insulting. "I don't need that collar to keep you in line."