Page 265 of Bride of Choice

Throwing the pillow across the room, Rek got a good look at the situation and growled, “Take it.”

Interpreting that to mean hop on pop, I climbed atop him, lined us up, and slid right home.

Rek howled as my heat enveloped him, then bucked up into me as he came again and again.

Bracing my hands on his chest, I held on for the ride. I had to wonder if this wacky encounter was going to be the one that did it, that gave us a baby. A small giggle of a laugh left me at the thought.

With Rek writhing beneath me, while I was silly stringed with semen, yeah, we made an odd picture.

That was exactly why when there was a knock at the door, I shrieked, “Do not come in!” Right as Rek howled and came again, like I was killing him.

The door creaked open because some beings don’t understand simple instructions.

“I said don’t come in,” I reiterated as my hands slapped to my breasts to cover them, like that somehow saved my dignity.

Gopher poked his head inside, got one look around, his eyes widening as they fell on Rek muffling howls beneath me, and I blurted, “Bum-bum bit him and his furr-berries went, uh, kablooey?”

Rek just growled and continued to buck and come beneath me.

“In or out,” I snapped, staring down Gopher. “We don’t need an audience for this.”

Gopher wisely chose after a short, nose wrinkling sniff, to step outside.

When Rek’s loins were no longer on fire, I managed to get him into the shower and wash us both up, before he made it back to the bed to conk out on me. He was surely going to be sore in the mornin’.

That left me with one titty still full to bursting and no matter what I did I couldn’t milk the fucker. Ugh.

Walking outside to collect some snow to hold to that mother fluffer in the hopes it eased up soon while Rek snored his ass off, I stepped out with a bowl in hand, surprised to find no Gopher in sight, and made my way to the back of the hut.

The freshly fallen snow would be clean. No worry of using muddy or previously trampled over snow. The fresh stuff was piled high around back.

That familiar, watched feeling fell over me. Freezing on the spot, I glanced up through the corner of my eye. For a moment there I was frozen in place with fear. Spotting sharp, blue-grey eyes studying me, my hand flew to my chest and I let out the breath I’d been holding.

“You scared me,” I admitted, leaning against the side of the house in relief.

“Gopher say Bum bite Rek,” Celuk rumbled out softly. “He ‘kay?”

A snort of a laugh left me. “I suppose you’ll have to ask him in the morning, though I doubt he’ll be happy to hear Gopher’s been blabbing his yap about it.”

One sniff and his gaze dipped to my still swollen breast as he stood and stepped forward from the foliage he’d been crouched in.

“Kinda cold to be playing wildman out here like that, eh?” I mumbled absently as I gave him my back in favor of collecting freshly fallen snow.

Like he had any right to come up on my person, he lifted the side of my jacket and shirt, exposing the souvenir Bum-bum had left in his wake. Something between a purr and a growl left him.

“Whoa- Hey,” I started to protest, to suck in a sharp breath as he slid his hand up beneath my shirt and coat to gently cradle my breast. “Ugh- Captain Handsy,” I sputtered out, but made no move to shove him away from me.

Fuck, I was doomed with this lot.

A soft hiss left me when he carefully began to manipulate my tortured flesh.

His breaths were ragged as he moved in closer and pressed the side of his head to my temple. “Let me help,” he breathed, taking care to speak slowly, carefully.

“Rek won’t like it,” I murmured lightly.

He moved in even closer, until he was hunched over me, his hot breath wafting over my ear. “Rek not here. Rek balls kablooey, as Gopher says.”

The hand at my breast slid lower, the bowl of snow in my hands starting to tremble as his fingers brushed the waistband of my pants.

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