Page 360 of Bride of Choice

“Buu loves,” he grunted into my hair.

Resting my head on his shoulder, I wove my arms around his neck and smiled as I whispered back, “Love ya more.”

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Drawn from a rather naughty dream I was very much enjoying, roused in the middle of the night to find myself alone, I crawled from the warmth of my cozy bedding to discover Buu chipping away at the ice blocking the door with the tool he’d been forging earlier.

“What time is it?” I mumbled as I scrubbed at my eyeballs.

“No mean wake. Buu fix,” he grunted out as he swung that pickaxe looking thing again and again.

Ugh. Too early. My brain. My poor, overtaxed preggo brain. “Can’t this wait until the morning?”

“Buu fix,” he got out between axe swings and the clink of ice chipping.

Staring at him, I mumbled, “I will suck you off if you come back to bed with me and let me get some sleep.”

“No know means, sucked off,” Buu grunted out.

“Polish your knob. Give ya a hummer,” I mumbled.

His huh? look was adorable and strangely comforting. Miming a blow job, he tilted his head and blinked. “What do that?” he paused long enough to ask.

“Right…” Turning to stumble back towards our bedroom, a snort of a laugh left me. “Definitely not worried about him and Dace…”

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A soft snuffling and the feeling of something tickling my ear woke me. My eyes popped open as a furry cheek nuzzled against mine.

“I’m up,” I mumbled. “What happened? Where’s the fire?”

Buu scooted in closer, until the tops of his feet were pressing up underneath the bottoms of mine. My toes curled as the furry tops of his feet brushed along my ticklish skin.

“Joalee… My Joalee mine…” Nuzzling his way to my shoulder, where he began peppering little nuzzle-kisses to my bared flesh as he dragged the pelt off my shoulders, his arms wrapped around me.

The soft little noises he was making, it took me a moment to realize they might actually be him softly mumbling words in his own language.

Glancing over my shoulder, warm, dark lips quickly captured mine.

A soft groan mixing with a clicking purr thrummed in his throat.

He was definitely talking, I realized as he broke our kiss to worry my ear with his teeth.

Thick fingers intertwined with mine as one set of hands cupped my breasts.

No, he was softly pleading, murmuring sweet nothings, I had no idea what, into my ear as his leg began to brush against the scar on my calf, eliciting a soft gasp and a round of gooseflesh pricking my skin out of me, and two of his hands smoothed up and down the scars along my back and shoulder.

His hips shifted at my back. That full pouch he was sporting was hot, pressed against my backside, but his little friend wasn’t looking ready to play. His tail slid beneath my thighs, the hairless tip sliding up my folds to tease, but it never entered me.

I could make out the words take, Joalee, and mine, the rest of it was in growl-speak.

I was a pitiful mess as he toyed with the constant reminders etched into my flesh of what had almost become of me.

He teased me so much so, I felt sharp stabs at my breasts, right before a shock of pressure. Glancing down, expecting to find his claws stabbing the girls, they were engorged, as if the Krampus bite and envenomation had just occurred— a lingering side effect.

Those tell-tale pricks of his fangs sliding along my throat had me shivering in place. One of his hands slid up my throat, holding me perfectly still, before he struck.

A sharp cry escaped me as warmth filled my veins. Pure, liquid gold, ambrosia.

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