From the blurb:
Owen Devin had hoped that being invited to visit the Norlon spaceship with his governor father was how they would begin to repair their relationship. Never did he suspect that his father would become a terrorist by setting off a bomb, disabling the ship, and actually murdering people. And had he hoped to take out Owen too?
When Owen wakes after the explosion in the arms of the tall and strong fox-like captain of the ship, all he wants to do is cling to someone who doesn’t hate him. The more time he spends with Pysina Langarus, the more Owen wants to stay and…thank him. That Py can’t resist laying claim to Owen with claws and teeth and knotting eases something deep in Owen’s soul.
As Owen figures out what he wants to do with his life and the ship recovers from the bomb, his relationship with Py grows more intense every time they’re together. And while Py is willing to declare that Owen is his to everyone who’ll listen, can Owen do the same or will shame and fear keep him silent?
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Claimed by the Fox Captain features an anthropomorphic fox as an alien, hurt/comfort themes, knotting and biting, found family, finding one’s purpose, overcoming bad actors who can't accept help from aliens, and a HEA. This is the second in a planned 6-book series featuring different couples that should be read in order.
Content considerations: violence, death (not main character), blood and burns, terrorism, and medical procedures with needles
Excerpt:
Licking my lips, feeling my cock fill under his steady gaze, I made myself relax back.
Words wouldn’t come because… What was I even supposed to say? I’d never tried to seduce a human, let alone an alien.
With a sudden growl that made me flinch, he lunged forward, his arms penning me in against the couch.
“Do you offer yourself freely?” he said through clenched teeth.
I gulped but nodded. “Y-yes.”
“Oh goddess, Owen,” he practically moaned before he kissed me.
I hadn’t really thought he could kiss with a snout like his, but his lips pursed and pressed against mine, teasing them apart. His tongue slipped in and licked around like he was tasting me.
The sound out of his throat told me he liked what he tasted.
I made to reach up for him, bring him down on top of me, but the sound of tearing fabric made me pause. His kissing moved to my neck, but though my eyes were open, I still couldn’t see much except that his clothes were flying off of him. He was quite possibly tearing his uniform off. A shiver of desire went through me at his urgency and left me gasping.
A moment later he scooped me up from the couch. Arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, I moaned at the delicious feel of soft, warm fur against my skin. And a longcock stretching up against my belly. I couldn’t help making sounds of pleasure as I rubbed myself against him, loving the tickle and the temptation.
He lowered me onto the bed and stood staring down at me. I licked my lips and stared back at him, loving the intensity of his attention and the way he panted. Then suddenly, he stepped over to an alcove beside the bed and snatched up a bottle. Upending it over his palm, he drizzled out a dollop of clear gel. I bit my lip as I watched him smooth it over his upthrust cock and wished I could see better in the semi-darkness of the room.
Py returned to me and was immediately back to kissing me hungrily. I petted the fur at the back of his head and across his shoulders, luxuriating in the sensations, and let him have access to whatever he wanted. He used the lube still on his hand to slick me up, making me moan as I wondered if we’d frot each other to completion.
But then I felt his fingers searching across my asscheek, heading for my hole. I’d never let someone inside me, but I’d used enough toys to know what to do. I hiked my leg up higher at his waist and groaned when he found where to get inside me. Relaxing, I let him in and, god, that was everything I wanted right then—to have that long, slippery dick fill my guts and ruin me for any human lover.
“Yes,” I said between panted breaths. “Please.”
He was nibbling at my neck with sharp teeth that made me shiver as his finger teased by barely breaching me over and over again. Then I felt him shift his hips and now it was the wet tip of his cock pressing against my hole. It almost felt like he had a little nub on the very end that poked into me like a tiny finger before the bigger, blunter head said hello.
“Oh fuck yes!” I hollered as he eased his cock inside me. When he bit the join of my neck and shoulder like he was holding me still while he worked his hips to push that cock deeper into me, I wailed in such sharp pleasure and clutched him closer to me. “Don’t stop,” I begged.
“Don’t ever stop.”
He didn’t. Even when I felt his furry sac against my ass, he kept thrusting with a maddeningly deliberate pace. He was so deep in me it felt like he was in my guts and… Was he getting thicker? How? It felt like he was stretching me wider from the inside even as he kept moving. And that thicker part was practically grinding on my prostate.
“Py. Py!” I hollered as I thrust up to bury him as deep as I could get him, my orgasm suddenly screaming up on me. It took my breath away for a moment, and then I was wailing with the scorching release as he fucked me through it like he really was never going to stop.
Three more powerful thrusts and he lifted his head to groan at the ceiling as he came, his strong body shuddering above me. He looked so wild and beautiful then.
I noticed his arms were trembling as we caught our breaths, him trying to keep his weight off of me. But I wanted it, wanted to feel him everywhere I could, and curled my arms under his to pull him down. Instead of giving in, though, he scooped me in close and turned around to sit on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. His cock was still up my ass and felt… Well, it felt lodged there.
“Forgive me,” he said, his voice gravelly, “but I’ve knotted you.”
“Knotted me?”
“A part of my cock swells to keep me bound to my mate.”
“Oh,” I breathed, realizing I had felt him getting bigger inside me, and now that bulge was locking us together.
“It isn’t so large that I couldn’t— If you wish for me to separate us…”
I smiled against his collarbone. “Stay,” I said because it was clear he didn’t want to leave my body yet even if he could.
He tightened his arms around me and sighed as he rested his chin on top of my head. I relaxed against him, grateful to finally get the cuddle I’d been missing since he’d left earlier.
Whatever happened next, I didn’t really care because I’d just lost my virginity and was going to savor the moment with my incredible fox.
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