Page 259 of Bride of Choice

By the time we’d reached home, I was ready to pinch his lips shut. The problem was, with all the antagonization between all parties, I understand the all-around frustration.

“No one’s perfect,” I mumbled as he unlocked his door and set me down to close the door behind us. Right before closing the door, he paused, swung it open with a scowl, and scanned outside glaringly. One loud, long sniff and a rumble started in his chest.

“Watches,” I thought I heard him grumble. “Rek sees you!” he called out louder. Slamming the door shut, he looked like he was ready to rant on some more.

Excusing myself from the situation, I set my boots by the door, slipped out of my jacket to hang it up, hung my purse on the spare hook Rek had made for it on the wall, and shuffled my way down the hall.

“Where go?!” Rek called. “No eats yet!”

“I’m in love with your tub! I’m going to count all the ways!” I called back.

“Rek come, too?” He was following me down the hall, the sound of him eating something sounding off behind me, before I’d had a chance to think about it.

“I’m surprised you even thought to ask,” I mumbled as I went to start the process of heating the water but he shooed me away, grumbling about him doing it while I got my things ready.

Grabbing the jar of bath salts he’d mined himself on one of his hunting trips, my favorite shampoo and conditioner, recipe care of Dorothy, who I’d admit I was kind of chilly to earlier and felt guilty about now. I knew how it went around these parts. Could I fault her for not sticking her nose where it didn’t belong? The shit with me and Kooky, that wasn’t her circus, or her monkeys, no matter how she was adjacently related to it all. It pinched, though. She was supposed to be my friend, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d deceived me, just like Celuk had.

Shaking off my tumultuous thoughts, I took a deep breath and sat on the long bench situated along the wall of the bathing room to tug my socks off.

Coming over to me, Rek knelt before me and took over helping me out of my clothes without a word.

Urging me to lift my arms up, he started to tug my shirt up over my head, to stop about halfway through, leaving me trapped in the garment.

“Hey! What gives?! What’s the big idea? I-”

“Jojomine wants her other males.” Rek growled the words, cutting in. It wasn’t a question.

Capturing my wrists to hold them in one hand, he held them high over my head. “Want make babies with dummy Goober and stupid fat head Odious,” he grumbled. “Want even crazy Celuk and meanie head Bum-bum with the fibs.”

“You want to discuss that now?!” I spluttered from the material covering my face.

“My Jojomine wants her broken males,” he muttered, pausing to press his forehead to mine. “My Jojoknee need her males, be happy, yes?”

When I didn’t immediately answer, his grip tightened on my hands and he nuzzled his way lower, brushing his face along my half inside out turned shirt.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing?” I spluttered, right before his hot breath cascaded over my breast. Sucking in a sharp gasp, my body trembled as he brushed his fangs along the underside of my right breast, following it up with teasing nips that his tongue soothed.

Squirming in his hold, my toes curled as I jerked my arms, eager to be free and torture him back but he simply pulled back and waited until I was done before restarting his torment all over again.

“Not fair,” I gritted out.

A chuffing huff left the male owning my ass and loving every minute of his mastery over me. “No fair… My Jojo pick dummies for mates, she say no fair. Rek have to share my beautiful female, my Jojomine with ugly stupid heads.” His muttering continued, but so did his torture-teasing.

It was on the tip of my tongue to point out if he wasn’t a total moron out the gate, he wouldn’t be sharing me with anybody but his supersized ego. I literally bit my tongue the moment he took the tip of the hardened bud he was working his way around, into the hot, wet, cavern of his mouth.

A sharp cry left me and my hips bucked as he proceeded to suckle the aching nub.

Pulling back right as I started to wrestle my legs free from where they were wedged between his to wrap them around his waist, he easily slipped free.

“Whoa- Hey- Where are you going?!” I spluttered as he slipped something around my wrists, tied it tight, pulled, and I found my arms lifting, until I was forced into a standing position. Those stupid hooks he had plants hanging on in here! I KNEW those weren’t just for indoor herb growing!

“Rek!” I barked, as nothing but the trickle of water slowly filling the tub pricked my ears. “Rektal! You slick motherfucker, where the hell are you?” My foot slid across the floor and I tapped it around the cool, fat tiles, trying to find him. Jerking my arms forward, all that seemed to do was wrench my shoulders in their sockets.

The shuffle of his feet as I strained to listen gave him away. “This isn’t funny! I can hear you!”

“My Jojomine needs her males to be happy,” he repeated, like maybe if he said it enough it might sink in? I had no flippin’ clue!

“Your Jojomine, needs to not be tied up and then left high and dry with one suckled titty!” I barked, which amused him to the point he chuckled, giving away his position.

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