A/N: This is selected parts of the previous chapter (chapter 3) in Rang's POV, so the tags are the same except I added two at the end.

Tags: biting, love marks, oral sex, kissing, nipple stimulation, emotional Ga Eul, protective Rang, light dom/sub vibes, masturbation, possessive Rang

I want...to do...what you...want to do.

Rang's entire body shivered with excitement at Ga Eul's words.

Finally! Rang had been patient—he had been so irritatingly patient—and now he was going to get what he'd wanted ever since he saw Ga Eul in that damn dress in that damn restaurant the previous summer.

Her. Naked. In his bed. Screaming his name while he fucked her so thoroughly she'd be ruined for every human who'd ever existed.

The gods were being good to him today. First, he'd found out that Ga Eul was not, in fact, still angry at him and that she liked his particular quirks. Then, she'd eliminated her list of rules for him. Then, she'd decided to spend the night at his apartment. Then, she'd asked him to kiss her. And now...now…

Rang set Ga Eul down and pressed his leg between her thighs, grinding into her and mouthing her neck frantically. He wondered if she could feel through his pants how hard she was making him as he rubbed himself against her thigh. His excitement only grew when Ga Eul responded by unbuttoning his shirt halfway down and kissing his throat and chest. Her touches were shy but earnest, and feeling how much she wanted him made Rang want to take her right up against the wall, hard and fast. Rang had spent the better part of their date listening to her wax eloquently about her first love, and even if she'd been mad at the guy, it was clear how attached she'd been to him. Now Rang wanted to ravish her, to make her forget that other guy's name, to mark her from head to toe as his, his, his.

Eager to hurry them along in that direction, Rang slipped greedy fingers under her sweater and unhooked her bra. He palmed her breasts, and it was almost more exciting touching her now than when he'd first touched her because he hadn't been allowed to do it for so long but had to live with the memory.

Yes, she felt as soft and warm as he'd remembered, and her tiny whimpers as he played with her nipples reminded him of how responsive she was.

He wondered how she would respond to him touching her in new places, namely the spot his fingers crept towards as he slipped them carefully under her jeans until he reached the top of her panties. He'd planned on teasing her a bit before going in for the kill—just tracing the edge of her underwear, then slipping one finger inside, then two—but suddenly Ga Eul's breathing pattern altered. At first, it was a slight enough shift that if he hadn't been hunting humans for most of his adult fox life, he might have missed it. But as he'd explained to Ga Eul earlier in the day, he'd studied human behavior for too long to not know when something was amiss with one, particularly his girlfriend. She'd been breathing heavily before, but now her breaths were shallow and close together. He could feel her every exhale as she breathed onto his chest. And suddenly her muscles tensed, not just the ones in her abdomen but other muscles that shouldn't be tense at all. And then she froze the way a prey freezes when it senses a predator stalking it. And...and...

Ga Eul was scared. Why was she scared?

Not of him. She'd said that she liked him, that she wasn't scared of him, and Rang wouldn't make the mistake of not believing her a second time that day.

So...if she wasn't scared of him, she was scared of something else. Rang cast about for a possible cause.

He remembered that the last time he'd tried to get into her pants, she'd fled the room, and he'd quite literally just slid his fingers into her pants.

Ah yes. That made sense. Unfortunately.

Rang grimaced.

"Is something wrong?" Rang asked carefully.

"N-nothing's wrong," Ga Eul answered, clinging to him. "Please keep going."

She was lying again, and Rang didn't know why. Did she think he'd be mad if she didn't want him to touch her there? She'd rejected his advances before. Several times.

Why wasn't she stopping him now?

I want...to do...what you...want to do.

Ah.

Ah, but...that wasn't right now that he thought about it. The point of him asking her was so they could do something she wanted. He'd thought it would make her feel better since she'd been crying all afternoon.

Silly human. She didn't even say what she wanted when she was being asked.

This was so frustrating. Partly because Rang really wanted her to mean what she'd said—though his hard-on was deflating more by the second now—and partly because she'd lied to him again about nothing being wrong when they'd just had a fight about that same thing that afternoon.

But mostly because this was why people—foxes, humans—took from humans like Ga Eul. It was too easy when they offered themselves up on a silver platter. And Rang wanted to take from her too, for the selfish reason that he wanted to be her first. And she would let him, probably with a smile on her face. Because that was the type of person she was.

Suddenly disgusted with himself and annoyed with her, Rang pulled his fingers away. He stepped back from her and held her gently by her waist, giving her the freedom to move further away if she wanted.

"You have a bad habit of lying," he said, squinting down at her.

"Lying? About what?" Ga Eul frowned.

Oh, so she was going to feign ignorance now? Again?

This human…

"About nothing being wrong," he cried, spelling it out for her.

To that, at least, Ga Eul said nothing. She glanced down, seeming to accept this statement, so he pressed on.

"Do you want to know another one of your bad habits?"

"Um…"

"You like to rush into things without knowing the first thing about what you're getting into," he chastised.

Ga Eul opened her mouth, as if shocked by this statement, but Rang continued before she could get a word in.

"Oh, I'm not complaining about something that benefitted me. You agreed to date me without reading the fine print, and that's fine. But you can't say things like 'Do whatever you want' to a nine-tailed fox and expect to not get bitten later. Nine-tailed foxes...like to bite things," he explained.

He hoped she understood what he was trying to convey: You have to learn to fucking take care of yourself. I can't watch over you every second of every day—mainly because you don't want me to—and I don't want to hurt you, but I'm pretty selfish most of the time, so I will hurt you if you don't stand up for yourself.

Ga Eul listened to him with wide eyes that held tears, and when Rang continued, he tried to use a gentler tone.

"I'm your pet," he said, "but you should still say something specific you want me to do, like 'sit' or 'stay' or 'lie down.'" He tsked at her and sighed worriedly. "You're right. I don't think you know the first thing about taking care of yourself."

My little human.

"But it's okay."

Don't worry, I will protect you.

"I can teach you."

And later, you can protect yourself.

"So...would you like me to continue kissing you?"

A few minutes later, he had Ga Eul laid out on his bed, her lustrous copper hair fanned out on one of his plump white pillows. He gently kissed her face, then her neck, soothing the bruises he'd left there and, hopefully, soothing Ga Eul's fears, whatever they were. It seemed to be working. She'd gotten very quiet, and her body was relaxing. Her breaths had evened out so much that he might have thought her asleep if he didn't know better.

Rang was not a gentle lover or a selfless one; he'd always enjoyed rough sex, and he liked the rush of power that came with dominating someone in bed. And back at the beginning of their dates, when he'd tried to get inside Ga Eul's apartment after they met at the coffee shop, he'd wanted to dominate her too because even if she left him, even if that was the only date he ever had with her, he could at least be in control of that moment. She would never be able to forget him; that would be for certain.

But Rang found, as he kissed the bridge of Ga Eul's nose and saw her crack a tiny smile, that his need to be in control of the situation was fading with time and with Ga Eul's constant reassurances. So far in their relationship, he'd been focused on taking what he could get while he could get it, but now he could see a little bit into the future, enough to feel like Ga Eul might still be in his life in a few months. There wasn't really any need to rush, and he wanted to take care of her properly, so instead of clinging to power for himself, he wanted to give back to her some of the power she'd lost when her first love abandoned her. Rang knew a thing or two about feeling powerless, and perhaps it was a small thing, but maybe ordering him around in bed would make her feel less powerless if that sort of thing had worked for him. He liked to see her smiling and confident, the way she was when he first met her; he wanted to get her back to that state. Besides, he liked being her pet, and he'd known he liked her ordering him around ever since she'd started posing him for pictures.

Rang had thought the world had nothing left to show him; then Ga Eul had appeared with her warm acceptance and her sunny demeanor and her silly human dates that she somehow made him enjoy. And even on this subject that he had vastly more experience with, she'd managed to show him something new. He was a bit in awe of her for that, so what he did next, though out of character for him, seemed to be the natural progression of things.

"Permission to take this off?" he asked, tugging on the hem of her sweater.

Ga Eul opened her eyes and, after a moment of studying Rang's face, replied, "Granted." Her lips remained parted after she finished answering, red and swollen from his kisses, and below that the purplish-red love bites on her neck nearly matched them in color, and above her lips were her cheeks flushed with pink, and above her cheeks were her eyes, warm and kind and trusting.

Rang smiled, partly because she'd said he could, indeed, take her sweater off, and partly because she was simply the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Really, she was far more beautiful than any human had the right to be, as if she had some small spark of the gods inside of her. And she was his.

As if to affirm that fact, Ga Eul smiled back at him and lifted her hands above her head so he could easily pull the sweater off. So he asked to take her bra off, and she quickly allowed that too. Then he asked for her socks, almost as a joke, and she giggled as she gave him permission. Then he asked for her pants, and he was half-sure she wouldn't say 'yes' because she had never said 'yes.' But to his delight, she even took them off herself.

He stopped at the pants, not wanting to push his luck, and then he did exactly as she'd requested. He kissed her.

He kissed her, and where her body had been relaxed before, now it quivered and tightened in response, but Rang saw that Ga Eul was enjoying it by the smile on her face when he glanced up every so often. He wanted more of a response from her, though, so he tugged her hand over to his hair, and soon he could feel her enthusiasm for his touches by how ardently she scraped her nails against his scalp and directed him to places on her body where she wanted him to kiss her. He'd always enjoyed her head rubs, but this was so much better. He could feel how much pleasure he was giving her. He knew he was making her happy.

Encouraged, Rang tried to do more things he thought she might enjoy. He kissed her whole body, even her hands and feet, and when he finally made it to her thighs, he did an experimental bite, like the bites he'd left on her neck. It stood to reason if she liked bites in one sensitive area, perhaps she'd like them in another.

Sure enough, Ga Eul whimpered and pushed his head further into her thigh as he bit down, and he smirked and sucked a beautiful bruise onto her creamy skin. Unlike the marks on her neck, it wasn't a mark anyone else could see, but it was right next to her most private place, and he enjoyed seeing the picture it made when he pulled his head back. Two more bruises quickly appeared on that thigh, followed by three identical bruises on her other thigh. By that point, the scent of her arousal was driving Rang crazy, so he took a bigger risk. He mouthed at her panties, and Ga Eul's thighs jerked, but she didn't tell him to stop, so he licked her panties, then brought his mouth down on them again.

Fuck, even her panties alone tasted delicious.

He blew on them, trying to leave Ga Eul a little more desperate. Then he licked up her panties again, painstakingly slow this time, and Ga Eul whimpered. When he glanced up, he saw her hands covering her face and chuckled. The silly girl was so shy, and normally he would be irritated with how slow things were going, but she was too adorable.

"Jagiya," he began, deciding to tease her a bit. "I don't know why you're hiding your face. You asked for this."

It had taken him a few more minutes of teasing, but Rang had finally gotten Ga Eul's panties off, and she was as hot and sweet and wet as a summer orchard. Her cunt was soft and pink and delicate, like an azalea in full bloom. Her taste and her scent intoxicated him, and Rang had greedily drank them in as he'd pleasured her with his tongue. He'd decided to hold off till the very end to apply heightened speed to his tongue, and he'd been rewarded when Ga Eul came hard beneath him, writhing against his arms as they restrained the lower half of her body. Although her strength was nothing compared to his, he'd been impressed with how firmly she'd kept his mouth shoved onto her cunt as she rode out her orgasm. The grip she'd had on his hair even hurt a little, but Rang hadn't minded. On the contrary, he'd felt a deep sense of satisfaction at having gotten her to let go of her inhibitions that much.

Only now as he locked himself in the bathroom and hurriedly unzipped his pants, he was definitely the one who needed release.

This was not the first time Rang had found himself in such a predicament—trapped with a hard-on in a bathroom with Ga Eul blissfully unaware in the next room. It was, however, the first time the bathroom was his and Ga Eul was in his bed instead of her own.

It was also his first time for a lot of other things. For one, he'd let her control what he was doing, and he hadn't expected it to be so thrilling, listening to her tell him to kiss her or watching her slip off her own jeans. Perhaps it was because he knew she was doing it of her own free will, of her own desire, not because she felt scared or pressured or because he was ordering her around. She wanted him because she wanted him, and she was doing everything for no other reason than she wanted him.

He'd also asked her what she liked, not so he could manipulate her with it but simply because he wanted to make her feel good. And he had made her feel very good, if her glazed-over expression at the end had been any indication. Maybe he had made her forget So Yi Jeong after all.

However, he hadn't done a damn thing for himself, which was now painfully obvious as he unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and took himself in hand. Biting back a hiss as he palmed himself, he thought of how comically shy Ga Eul was, in a way he could only find adorable in her. The silly human had kept her hands over her eyes for half of his ministrations. Like that made a difference when her eyes were already shut.

Ah, but she had been cute. And soft. And so, so wet for him.

Rang palmed his cock faster, more frustrated than he had been moments before.

Yeah, there was no way he could wait for her to become accustomed to him even having a cock. He needed to cum now. Her scent lingered in his nose, and her taste filled his mouth.

Reminding himself not to cry out, he rubbed all the more furiously, picturing Ga Eul flat on her back, her perky nipples jutting up, her hips thrusting against his face, her juices in his mouth…

He came hard, sooner than he'd expected, splattering cum all over his bare stomach, some of it dripping onto the waistband of his pants. Rang leaned heavily against the door afterwards, trying to get his bearings.

Shit. He'd have to clean his pants.

Light-headed, and still drunk on the perfect image of Ga Eul naked and sprawled out on his bedcovers, Rang snatched up a wad of tissues and wiped his stomach. He used a washcloth to spot-clean his pants for the time being and hoped Ga Eul wouldn't notice. Then he brushed his teeth as he'd said he would and used mouthwash for extra measure.

When he finally felt like he could form coherent—and non-horny—thoughts again, Rang stepped out of the bathroom and re-entered his bedroom where Ga Eul remained on the bed.

It only took one look to surmise that she'd fallen asleep while waiting on him, and Rang nearly laughed when he saw it.

Asleep! She'd driven him crazy for nearly an hour, and now she was asleep. How like his little human, to fall dead asleep in the bed of a dangerous fox.

Not a dangerous fox, a tiny voice in his head nagged him. She trusts you.

Well, perhaps it was a compliment that she'd felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in his bed. He'd thought she would have been fully dressed and nervously fiddling with her phone or with his bedcovers; instead, her jeans remained on the floor where she'd kicked them off, and she was sleeping peacefully...well, snoring peacefully. In her slumber, she looked so innocent with her white sweater and angelic face, but the marks on her neck begged to differ.

Rang cracked a smile. It would be fun to eat her up some more, not to conquer her but to savor her...and, hopefully, make her addicted to his touch. He thought briefly about waking her—it was only about six in the evening, and the sun was just now setting, and he wanted to spend more time with her that day—but he could tell she hadn't been sleeping well, so he told himself there would be plenty of time to mess with her tomorrow. He could certainly tease her about this.

Rang pulled his outer curtains shut to block out the rest of the fading daylight, then quietly folded her jeans and put them on his nightstand, with her socks resting on top. Those ridiculous cat socks that suited her. He arranged his extra gray blanket over her in case she got cold during the night, then, finding nothing else to do, he stepped cautiously out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving Ga Eul to her rest.