Page 253 of Bride of Choice

“Yeah?” My gaze lifted and I stared into glittering chips of bright green.

“Loves you.”

Throwing my arms around him, I squeezed him to me until he protested at the crush. Grinning as I pressed a kiss to his neck, then mock bit it, I pulled back with a laugh at his surprised yelp to inform him, “I love you more.”

“No.” Huffing, puffing, he grunted and grumbled, “Rek loves more.”

“Mm… I dunno…” I couldn’t hide the smile pulling at my face, it was so wide it hurt, if I tried. I was just that happy with him in this moment.

“Rek no’ mad no more,” he purred, nuzzling my neck to mock bite mine back.

“No?” Acting like I had no clue, I put on a convincing performance as I asked lightly, “Something lifted your spirits, sock monkey?”

Rek bit down harder than the last, then growled into my skin. The vibrations from it had me giggling and laughing as it tickled the hell out of me, squirming to get away. “Rek take Jojomine home. Show her how Rek lift the spirits-” he garbled out, his voice gone deep and guttural, as hefted me up into his arms and urged me to wrap my legs around him.

Soft laughter spilled into the early morning, those few moments before the village filled with early worms. “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”

Rek’s hand cracked across my ass as he growled into my shoulder, rushing off with me squirming in his arms, “Take all the clothes off, kiss every inch my Jojomine, then lick…”

Listening to him, shivering all the while, I pressed my head into his shoulder and neck, and my eyes had just started to drift shut as I played out his dirty, soon to be wish fulfilled, when movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention.

My eyes flew open just in time to watch Celuk pop free of the shadows. Our eyes met and held briefly before he dipped his chin in a silent nod and slipped off into the woods.

A second, harder crack across my bottom got my attention. “Oi! Furball! Did you have to do it so hard?!” I bitched.

“Rek do it long, hard, so long, hard, Jojomine not sit right for weeks!” he swore.

“Eh. Promises… Promises,” I mumbled against his skin.

Rek’s growl and his hand cracking down again, eliciting the response he’d wanted from my already aching body, promised me many things, a very sore behind amongst them.

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