Page 212 of Bride of Choice

Bum-bum barked something at Hu and the smaller Lo denaii rushed off.

“That’s probably not the kind of distraction he meant,” I burst out as those kisses traveled higher, and higher, until Rek was right there. “Oh god,” I burst out when Rek dove right in, burying his face between my legs to feast. “This isn’t- I- Fuck, this is so fucked up. Oh my god- Don’t stop!”

Bum-bum’s grip tightened and he started to squeeze and push rhythmically in time to Rek’s hands rocking me back and forth on his tongue.

The bite of Bum-bum’s hands squeezing my hips, forcing me back through the window, Rek’s mouth working me, his tongue driving deeper, harder, mimicking the act itself, I was right on the edge.

I was just starting to tip over when something gave and I popped back inside the room. Crying out, I grabbed onto the window ledge as I shot through, hoping I didn’t break Rek’s neck if he tried to break my fall. My worry was unnecessary. Rek nabbed me up, jerked me free of my death grip on the sill, and dropped me on the bed. Spinning back around, he slammed his window shut on Bum-bum’s grumbling face, then rushed right back over to me.

“My Joanie,” he muttered as he fell over me and began yanking my hoodie open, my jacket zipper down, rushing me out of my coat. Jerking up the bottom of my gown, he peppered kisses down my throat, cupping my ass to lift me up towards him, lining us up to press home smoothly, groaning my name all the while.

Rek was a two pumps chump this time, coming along with me as I dug my nails into his back and dragged them down. “Mine,” he growled into my throat, gripping me just as hard back as he pounded into me.

A heavy weight slammed into the door. A snarl to make a Krampus think twice rented the air. Rek’s door might be sturdy enough for a Lo denaii, but it was no match for a beefy hybrid like Bum-bum. Two heavy slams and the thing was toast.

Bum-bum moved fast. Much faster than Rek. Before he could blink, Bum-bum had the door crammed haphazardly into the doorframe and was tearing Rek off of me, sending the sock monkey flying across the room, to rush in and take his place.

“You have lost your damn mind-” I screeched, rolling and scrambling on my hands and knees across the bed. Not today, Mr. Snow Miser.

Thick fingers wrapped around my ankle and gave it a yank. I flew across the bed, landing with my legs dangling over the edge and my mouth flying with cuss words.

Bum-bum’s rumble vibrated my back as he blanketed himself over me. Curling himself closer, he lifted his head to snarl at Rek, warning him to stay back. “Mine,” he garbled out, like he hadn’t at one point been telling me to fuck off.

“Jo mine,” Rek growled right back from his spot in the corner near the fire, sitting slumped and at a funny angle.

“Mine,” Bum-bum garbled out a little louder.

“Is this childish dibs bullshit really necessary?” I huffed and puffed beneath Snow Patrol, resisting the urge to wriggle knowing he’d just draw this shit out that much more. I’m a ho. I’ll just say it now and save myself the what the fuck later. A ho for furry white snow bitches. I accept this failing in me.

“Mine,” Bum-bum repeated, rubbing his body along mine, until my ass and entire back were numb from the garbled purring rumbling from him.

Assured Rek was going to stay in his corner, his thick thighs slid between mine and the fat head of that monster he calls a peen prodded at my sex.

Rek snarled when Bum-bum let out a choked groan. “Jo no want stupid head, bad male,” Rek growled at him menacingly, standing on shaky legs to glare at him. His dick was still out of its furry casing and hard as a rock, covered in our combined juices.

Eyeing him, Bum-bum didn’t let up.

“Are we really going to do this?” I choked out as Bum-bum’s hand slid between us, gliding down my belly, to brush enticingly over my clit.

My hands tightened in the bedding, eyes squeezed shut tight, and a soft moan left me. The big idiot knew just what I liked.

I was still wet and sensitive from my first climax, making his entry smooth. Fuck, he was thick, hard, and just shy of too damn long.

“No moan like Jo like it,” Rek muttered, folding his arms over his chest to eye us petulantly. His cock jerked and he glared down at it, like how dare you like watching our woman get her pussy pummeled by another!

Bum-bum let out a rumble of his own that had Rek hissing and baring his teeth at him. “You no break my Jo. Break my Jo, Rek kill you,” Rek threatened, yet had yet to move from his spot.

Pre cum pearled at the head of Rek’s shaft and it jerked again as Bum-bum rocked into me. Bum-bum was in no hurry, taking his time worshiping my body, slowly bringing me to the edge. His growls grew discordant, his movements growing jerky. Someone didn’t mind our audience? Or enjoyed claiming me in front of Rek? New kink unlocked for the big guy or what?

I didn’t want him to slow down. I wanted him to break me. A plaintive mewl left me and I showed him my throat.

The snarl in Rek’s throat died, until he was flat out gaping, jaw practically on the floor. Strong fingers grabbed my jaw, forcing my face away, and my jacket was snagged and jerked over my head. Bum-bum had shifted and didn’t want me to see, I surmised.

Rek made a choking sound as Bum-bum gripped my hips and went for broke. When I came this time, I screamed, creaming all over his cock as he pistoned into me and tipped over along with me. Bum-bum’s roar was deafening. My back was so numb from his purring and snarling I barely felt it when he re-bit his mark on my shoulder.

Dropping my hips back down onto the bed, joining the rest of me in a replete slump, I listened as Bum-bum paused, and then began to prod at the stitches on my arms. Leaning in, he sniffed at my injuries, then began to lap at them steadily. Fangs picked at each stitch gently. I felt the pop of each giving as he removed them with his teeth. It didn’t hurt. It was in fact the exact opposite. His tongue left a trail of pleasurable tingles in its wake.

After he’d finished with the last stitch, he kissed his way up my arm, over my shoulder, then laved his bite mark.

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