Page 280 of Bride of Choice

Odix let out a guttural sound that reminded me of one of his grizzed out growls.

My toes curled as my orgasm started to build. It was going to be so damn good.

“Fuck me,” I burst out, right as I started to crest.

Odix broke then, grabbing me to him to flip us. Nabbing my legs to throw them over his shoulders, he grabbed the head of the bed and pounded into me with what to my ears sounded like a war cry.

When he came, he took me screaming my release along with him as he roared the roof down.

As the heat of the moment ebbed, he was careful as he dropped down atop me. He made sure not to give me his whole weight.

“My Jo… so good,” he mumbled where his face was slumped into his bedding.

A small laugh left me and I closed my eyes and pressed the side of my head to his.

But the moment was over as quickly as we had found it.

Reality was a fucked up thing. You really couldn’t escape it, no matter how hard one tried.

“I didn't want to acknowledge it but I’ve been cramping all day,” I admitted, reaching out to smooth a hand up and down his wide back. “We just kick started my period, didn’t we?” My voice was barely above a whisper and trembled something horrible.

Odix fidgeted atop me but lifted his head and dutifully gave a sniff. “Smell blood,” he confirmed.

Sitting up a little bit more and sliding us to our sides, our bodies still locked together, he nuzzled my forehead and cuddled me close.

Burying my face in his chest as he rubbed my back and whispered comforting nonsense to me, I cried and cried, until his cock softened enough to slip free and I was forced to face yet another ugly truth. Rek had not in fact put a baby in me.

Grabbing me things I asked for, which included retrieving my purse from Doogie, I used some woven cloth he had on hand as a temporary pad in the meantime.

Waiting until he’d been gone for a few minutes, I slipped my shirt, boots and coat on, my pale legs exposed because those pants were toast.

Quietly exiting his home, I took the back way through town.

Without a single fuck to give, I strode up to Bum-bum’s door and tried the handle.

It opened right up. Glancing around quickly, I stepped inside before he had a chance to answer. “Scuse me,” I said quietly, walking over to his wall, examining the implements of torture he kept on hand.

Axe, sword, spikey ball thing. Another axe, a smaller sword, a dagger.

Choosing the smallest axe closest to me, I managed to get it down all by myself as Bum-bum turned in his chair to frown over the side of it at me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled as I hefted the weight of it in my hands.

“What do that?” Bum-bum asked.

“I’m going to go Cruella on Rek’s ass and nab me a furball coat,” I muttered with a sniff. Turning, I sighed. “You lied to me… but he tried to replace me,” and tromped right out the door without another word.

Perhaps this was my psychotic break, I thought as I made my way down the path, feeling numb, detached. Anger simmered below the surface, driving me on.

This axe was fucking heavy. It was like toting around two forty pound weights. How the hell did Bum-bum wield this stupid thing?

The closer I got to Rek’s, the heavier the axe felt.

My gaze kept darting to it, until I finally had that single stray thought, What the hell am I doing?

Detouring for my hut, I made it there in no time. By this point, I was dragging the axe behind me, feeling like the crazy person in a twisted horror flick. I didn’t want to be the first gal on the Yetified version of Snapped.

Leaving that dragging weight by the door, I walked inside and sat on my bed. Silence reigned as I stared off at nothing.

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