Page 266 of Bride of Choice

“We’re not- You and I-”

“I know,” he said simply. We weren’t exactly okay and he wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. “Let me help,” he growled out softly, urging me to turn to him so he could work on the ties of my coat.

To be completely truthful with myself, I could lie and say it was all still the residual effects of Bum-bum’s bite wreaking havoc on me as I swooned in his arms, but that would be a lie.

Once he had my jacket open, he shoved my shirt up, cupped my breast, and wrapped his lips around it to get to work draining it. My hands slid into his hair, cupping him to me, ignoring the soft growls he was muffling as he suckled my breast.

My hands flexed rhythmically, his hands sliding to my hips, claws digging into the waistband of my pants matching the movement of my clenching and unclenching fingers.

I thought I might come from the torture tease of his mouth on my breast alone.

With a muffled snarl, he wedged his leg between mine and gently pressed.

The next time he suckled a bit too hard and my hips bucked, his thigh rubbed against my clit.

He did this again and again, until my breast no longer ached from being full and my body was on fire.

His fangs sank into my breast as my hands tightened on his scalp, taking bits of fur from his head with it. His fingers dug into my waistband and he began to tug my pants down my legs.

“Jo,” he growled out as he released my breast, his voice a rough, ragged, and pressed me up against the side of the hut.

His lips found mine as he jerked my legs apart, leaving my ankles trapped in my boots and pants, and stepped inside the space between my legs to jerk my trapped legs up his.

When he was right there, notched and ready, he let out a teeth baring snarl. Staring into my eyes, not one ounce of hesitation to him, he slowly pressed home.

“Mine,” he ground out gutturally, shivering at the feel of my pulsing heat encapsulating him.

“Oh god,” I gasped out, grabbing at his shoulders for purchase to hold on tight.

My nails digging in were the catalyst to get him moving. Giving up any pretense of taking things slow, he braced one hand on the wall by my head, grabbed an ass cheek to hold me where he wished with the other, and pulled out until just the tip remained, to slam back home with enough force to rattle my teeth.

“Oh god,” I burst out, clutching him to me as he moved.

“So bee-oo-tiful, my Jo,” he growled in my ear, his voice all deep and sexy.

I shivered to hear it, which was probably why he kept up with the sex me up commentary.

“Dream of my Jo. Feels… Feels…. Hot. Wet. Tight,” he went on. “Mine.”

At some point we’d stopped trying to be quiet, like we’d both forgotten completely.

Punctuating his thrusts with throaty growls, he buried his face in my throat, pushed off from the wall, and fucked me brainless just like that, standing and taking my weight, jerking my hips where and how he wanted them as he literally bounced me up and down on his dick.

He came at some point- he had to have. Wetness bathed my thighs and the squelching sounds of our joining just seemed to grow louder and louder.

“Oh god… I’m almost there,” I urged him on, trying to buck my hips, going against his hold.

Celuk’s grip on my ass tightened. That mate-lusty side of his started to peek.

Giving up trying to be an equal opportunity fucker in this naked tango, I eased up with a frustrated sigh.

Celuk stopped immediately, as if that gusty noise was his sign to hit the brakes.

Pulling free of me and dragging my legs off his hips and down his furry legs, he stepped out of them.

“What- Wai-wai-wait!” I protested.

Celuk scooped me up and took me to the ground, dumping me on my hands and knees in the cold as fuck snow to come up behind me, jerk my boots and pants off, and take me from behind.

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