Page 278 of Bride of Choice

I’d thought he was happy. We were trying to have a baby.

My head was starting to hurt as bad as my heart, a migraine proportions headache building behind my eyes as I tried to shove all these fucking feelings rushing me back down and they shoved their way right back up.

Stepping inside his place, Odix set me down to close and lock the door. Turning around to face me, he looked as lost as I felt as to where to go from here.

“I bet you feel really smug right now,” I got out between sniffles, frowning down at my boots. Boots Rek had gifted me. Boots that had obviously meant nothing to him. The toe of my boot scuffed his floor as I focused on counting the tiles. It gave me some semblance of calm.

Odix made a noise that said he felt anything but smug.

“I feel so stupid,” I blurted. Swiping at my eyes, I lifted my head to meet his gaze searchingly. “Why? What did I do?” I croaked.

Odix let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl and rushed me to scoop me up and cuddle me close. “No do no thing wrong,” he rumbled out softly.

“Why didn’t he want me? Why did he take up with that sniffling, cowering… mouse?” I blubbered as he sat down on his bed with me in his lap.

And more importantly, at least to me as a growl built in my throat, “Why didn’t you let me go?!”

“Never let my Jo go,” he growled right back, nuzzling my temple to place a kiss there. “Mine,” he muttered, then closed his eyes to inhale deeply.

The purring rumble he let loose had me shivering in place.

My hand went to my stomach and I had to take a deep breath so I didn’t lose it all over the place again. “We were supposed to be starting a family. He acted like he wanted one s-s-so- He said he wanted one so- So badly.”

“No cry,” Odix crooned, peppering kisses down my heated cheeks until he was focusing all his attention on nuzzling the side of my face.

“You’re probably happy as a pig in shit right now. You tried to tell me he was bad but I didn’t want to listen,” I whispered defeatedly.

“Odix sad. No want to see my Jo cry over stupid head Rek. Sad for my Jojo,” he murmured quietly.

“Why?” I blubbered irrationally. “Why should you care?!”

Cupping my face, forcing me to meet his gaze, he growled right in my face, “Jo mine.” Leaning in to kiss my lips, he kept pecking at them sweetly until I opened to him. His tongue darted in to tease mine the second I acquiesced. A happy growl left him as I kissed him back. “Mine,” he repeated, this time more possessively than the last.

Dropping backwards on the bed, drawing me down with him, he purred as I sprawled out atop him.

Reaching for my boots, he took off one, then the other.

Propping up atop him, I had to wonder what he was getting all riled up about. My face was splotchy, tear tracks staining my face. My makeup was ruined. I looked like a hot mess. Who would want this?!

“I’m not having sex with you,” I huffed down at him. “In case you’ve forgotten, I just had my heart ripped to shreds.”

“No sex,” Odix agreed, yet continued to work on undressing me.

“What the hell do you think is going to happen, poop boy?” I drawled sarcastically.

His tongue curled up, the tip sticking out of his mouth in his concentration, exposing a peek of fang. “Jo claims Odix. Odix gives Jojo a baby,” he said simply.

At the surprised look on my face, he went on. “Kiss my Jo ‘til she forgets about males that no ‘serve her.” As if I wasn’t aware of just what he was packing, the cheeky beast purred, “Odix cock bigger.” Meaning bigger than Rek’s, a fact I was already well aware of.

“Bigger is not always better,” I quipped with a sniff.

Odix grinned, unperturbed. “Odix’s is.”

A sputtering laugh left me, unbidden. “Cocky,” I muttered, stiffly sitting up, which essentially left me straddling him.

Odix was a biggun. And I meant that in all the best ways.

“No matter,” he muttered, lifting me up to smooth a claw down the crotch of the seam of my pants once he realized I wasn’t going to be as cooperative as he’d hoped.

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