Page 310 of Bride of Choice

Pausing, I turned.

Odix came barreling out of the house, shouting my name breathlessly. He tripped down the steps, recovered, tripped again, but kept coming, limping his way to me.

“Oh my god, kumquat, don’t kill yourself! Are you okay?!”

“My Jo!” he choked out, almost bowling me over as he stumbled a few steps to finally reach me.

Sliding into his side, I tugged at his hand until he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Can you walk? Are you okay?”

His knee gave out and he toppled, taking me with him to the ground. “My Jo,” he rumbled out, making sure he took the brunt of our fall.

Sprawled out atop him, I struggled to get up without hurting him. He wasn’t making it very easy to accomplish when he just yanked me back down to him to hug me to him every single time I tried to lift up.

“Up. We want up, Odi, ” I managed to garble out finally.

Rolling to his knees, while I stood, he wrapped his arms around me and shoved the side of his head between the girls.

A small measure of relief filled me, his reaction to seeing me coupled with spying him wearing the bracelet I’d given him.

“I made you pie,” I mumble-blurted.

Lifting his head, he grabbed my hand and shoved it onto his head, telling me to run my fingers through his hair without words. Then he promptly reburied the side of his face in the girls.

Turning his head, he took a few deep breaths. His breathing was ragged. He sounded shaken.

I blinked down at the sight we must make. “I don’t know if sucking in lungfuls of titty sweat is necessarily the right way to go-”

“Mine,” he grumbled, his voice gone deep and gravelly. His chest rumbled so loud the girls were practically numb from the vibrations.

Thick fingers roamed my back, hugging me to him to release me, then hug me to him all over again.

“Let’s give them a minute,” I thought I heard Dorothy say.

Tapping at his shoulder, I murmured softly. “I- I’ve been wanting to talk to you. I think it’s best if we do this face to face instead of face to tits, though.”

Odix’s hold on me tightened and he shook his head. “No want talk. Jo mine. Want stay like this,” he mumbled into my breasts.

“Even if there’s stink berry pie, sliced roast beast, and roasted veggies nearby?” Tightening my fingers in his hair, I gave a little tug. He grunted but would rather lose tufts of head fur than relinquish his hold. My heart warmed at the sweet possession.

Burying his face deeper, until his hot breath was heating the middle of my chest, he inhaled deeply. An engine revving purr tumbled out of him. “Want Jo say Odix hers. For the evers. Odix keep Jo for the evers.”

Swallowing thickly, my eyes welled with unshed tears. My voice quavered as I struggled to repeat him word for word. “Joanie wants Odix forever. Joanie is very sorry for pushing Odix away.”

Pausing to take a deep breath, I was trying to hike up those big girl panties to finish the rest of it when Odix jerked his head back, shot up, snatched me up, and hugged me tight.

“My Jo. My Jojomine,” he purred happily. Burying his thick digits in my hair, his lips took mine. This wasn’t a peck. There was nothing gentle about it. He ate at my mouth roughly, too eager to even think to try and ease up.

When one of his fangs got my lip, his tongue followed, laving the small nick.

This just seemed to excite him more. A groan of a growl left him. “My Jo.”

“Everyone’s waiting for you back at Dorothy’s,” I pointed out when he finally let me up for air and started to cart me off, presumably to his place.

“No, we not!” Doogie shouted after us, then switched to Lo denaii.

Bia, grinning alongside him, waved us off.

“Are you even going to let me finish my apology speech?” I mumbled. My fingers smoothed over the fur on his shoulders, marveling at all the body heat his massive frame could put off.

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