Page 422 of Bride of Choice

His glowering frown turned into a deep scowl. “No one feeds Candy-ass?”

George? Did he need food? “He’s dead. He doesn’t need food anymore.”

The devil’s eyes widened. “Hiccups make sick,” he grunted out. With a long suffering sigh, he rumbled something under his breath and moved in closer.

My face found itself mashed up against a thick mat of fur. The colors of their fur were different from the others, white, black, with grey mixed in. They were SO warm. My fingers dug in. I hissed at the sting as heat met ice but it was oh so good as I got feeling in my hands back.

The devil yelped as I wriggled my fingers into his sides. When he calmed and no longer protested, I dug them in deeper, until they met skin.

A sharp breath left me. I got a mouth full of fur and this strange but enticing scent. It was… very woodsy, earthy, wholly masculine with a pinch of something I couldn’t really define but loved all the same.

My god, I like the way the devil smells!

A yelp left the devil. He meant to jerk away from me but my hold on him sent him flying right back towards me, right into me. I’d just dropped my head weakly— horrible timing really— as we collided.

Something thick, rather long, and jutting between his legs slapped me right in the face, nearly smacking me in the eye.

My eyes shot open and my mouth formed a small, mortified little O.

That was how Joanie, Buu, and all the rest found us.

“Berkr!” Joanie squawked as she rounded the corner.

“Dace!” Buu called out, to quickly shut up as he spied us.

A garbled noise left the devil. He jerked back more forcefully, gurgle-growling all the while. The action jerked me along with him.

A sharp cry left me as I was yanked from the window. I popped free, slamming into him. He flew back with me still attached.

A yowl left him as my face collided with his crotch and we tumbled into a snow bank.

A scream left me as snow began to pile on top of us. An odd image of me using his penis like a microphone to scream into entered my tiny brain. It only lasted a moment. Floundering, I fought my way out of the piling white threatening to kill us.

A thick hand shot through the snow, grabbed at the back of the shirt Joanie had lent me, and I was yanked out of the snow to dangle from the one named Jeh-kal’s thick hand.

My teeth began to chatter as I sucked in a shuddering breath.

The devil broke free with a roar. Shaking himself out, his gaze automatically sought out and met mine.

The anger, pure hatred and loathing, all aimed my way, had me curling up where Jeh-kal held me out like a naughty puppy dog. It was hard to breathe. It took me far too long to realize it was because Jeh-kal was essentially choking me.

Buu and Joanie came to my rescue, barking at Jeh-kal to set me down.

Chicken that I am, the second my feet touched the ground I was scrambling for the safety of Buu to tremble behind him.

“Keep Candy-ass ‘way from Berkr!” Berkr snapped. Then, just like that, he was storming off.

At the last moment he paused and glanced over his shoulder. Unerringly, that blazing gaze once more met mine.

He really, really didn’t like me. I was so terrified I stood there frozen, unable to break eye contact.

The devil, this Berkr, had to look away first. A shudder slid through me.

Joanie glanced between Berkr and me with a half frowning contemplative look. “Well, that went better than I’d thought it would,” she said finally.

Celuk, the scary leader guy of their clan, their prime, as Buu referred to the guy in charge, retrieved his Jo and escorted her back inside. The others followed, hot on their heels.

My gaze slid towards where Berkr had stormed off. My stomach felt funny. I used to think I was pretty good at reading human men, and to some extent the few beasts I’ve ever interacted with. It was how I knew Buu was safe. It was how I knew which men to pick back on Earth. It was how I knew that despite understanding George was a sure thing, someone my mother would have approved of because of how he’d spoiled me as his mistress, something about him had always given me pause. It sounded so stupid to think of things like that now. I considered myself some sort of expert on reading men and yet I’d taken up with the monster of all men? In some ways, the generalization that I’m too stupid to live wasn’t all that far off, fake dumb blonde act or not.

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