Page 135 of Bride of Choice

“Well, at least you can describe yourself if anyone asks,” I quipped.

Was I being reckless? I was feeling pretty Reck-less and that crazy side of me was itching to be let out to play.

“Jojo bad, bad female,” he garbled out gutturally as he grabbed at the table and tossed it out of his way in his rush to get at me.

“You are so picking that up.” My eyes narrowed. I didn’t even so much as blink as he backed me into the wall, snarling in my face, until our foreheads pressed and our noses bumped.

“What Jojo say, Rek say no?” he challenged.

“I say shut the fuck up and clean up that god damn mess, you stupid bastard,” I shot back.

With a snarl that bordered on a groan, a hand slid up my nape, burying in my hair, and he jerked my head to the side to bury his face in the delicate flesh of my throat.

My body tingled with awareness and much more as he groaned against my sensitive flesh. Nuzzling the spot, he let go of my hair and wrapped his arms around me in a long, lingering hug.

“Mine,” I thought I heard him mumble into my throat before playfully nipping the spot.

My claws dug into his back as soft gasps escaped me.

Right, wrong be damned. I’d missed him, missed this. He was a total asshole sometimes but he was MY fucking asshole.

I turned my head just in time for his lips to meet mine. His hands slid to my hips, one cupping the underside of my knee to urge me to hook it over his hip, while the other started yanking at the enclosure to my freshly mended snow pants.

“Missed my Jojomine,” he rumbled out between searching, heated kisses, deepening our liplock as my hips shifted and he pressed his thickness into my pants covered crotch.

“Missed you, too, you stupid jerkwad.” Grabbing at a hank of his hair, forcing his head back, I warned him, “You better find a way to make things right with my Keke girl or I’ll-”

“Rek be good. Rek make right,” he swore, dropping me to my feet, bending me with him to help me get my boots off and jerk my pants down my legs.

“Mine,” he growled as he pressed his face into my panty covered crotch and breathed deeply.

“You better! I- Ah!”

Rek jerked the crotch of my underwear to the side, unwilling to waste another moment. He didn’t want anything in his way to worship his prize. A sharp cry left me as he lapped at me once, twice, before burying his tongue deep.

My hands clapped to his head, digging into all that wild fluff he calls a mane. My hips canted, moving along with him, pressing harder, urging him to take me harder, deeper. It wasn’t enough.

Realizing I wasn’t going to come this way, he pulled away, licking his lips as he slid my panties down my hips, over my legs, urging me to step out of them.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, we don’t have-” My words tapered off on a soft moan as he lifted my leg and buried his face in my throbbing cleft with a deep growl.

“We’re too loud,” I gasped out, right before he dragged another moan from me. Placing my leg over his shoulder, he grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, kneading the generous globes in his big mitts, jerking my hips towards him, pressing my sex harder into his face as he growled at the taste of my pleasure.

I was right on the edge, about to blow my damn top, when some busybody asshole with nothing better to do came knocking at my door.

Grabbing Rek’s hair, jerking him out of the fun zone, I gaped down at him. ‘Did you do this?!’ I mouthed, to a teeth-baring glare from the bastard.

‘I swear to god, if this was your doing,’ I threatened, mouthing the words at him.

Rek lifted his muzzle, turned his head, and sniffed at the air. Looking my way sharply, he motioned for me to respond when another knock sounded.

“Uhm- I’m busy! Come back later!” I called out, hoping that settled that. Shooting another threatening look his way, I frowned as hurt crossed his features. That genuine, Why the fuck are you accusing me of shit, woman, look, had me believing he hadn’t orchestrated the interruption.

“Jo… Jo ‘kay?” Odix called out.

“I’m- I’m perfectly fine! Thanks for asking!” I replied quickly.

Rek glared at the door for a moment, before he grew thoughtful. Thoughtful Rek wasn’t as nice as it sounded. My eyes narrowed once more and I glared at him warningly.

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