Page 36 of Bride of Choice

As everything slowly settled, I found myself petting him, whispering sweet nonsense as he slowly came back to me.

He’d gone feral on me for a minute there, it felt like, but fuck if I hadn’t loved every minute of it. Merawr.

Rethinking all of my stupid preconceived notions as to why we couldn’t work, I turned my head as he finished lapping at the bite marks on my neck, rumbling happily all the while, and pressed a kiss to his furry shoulder.

My hands started to run up and down his back, urging him to stay just like this, if only for a little while longer.

Just when it felt like he was mellowing out, he jerked back, eyes flying open from where he’d been lapping at my wound, he licked his blood smeared lips and jolted.

“Hey, you okay there, babes, you’re looking kinda… out of it?” I asked softly, staring up at him worriedly.

“Hoh.” A softly puffed exclamation left him as he glanced from my surprised, concerned expression, to the clearly visible, still softly weeping teeth marks he’d left behind. “Hoh,” he burst out, again and again, going from happy, hell yeah I did that, to Oh my fucking god what the fuck fuckity fuck fuck have I done?!!

I had it on the money when he started mumbling unintelligibly and tried to scramble away from me.

“Hey? What’s wrong?” I went to reach for him but he waved me off. One hand went to his furry head, gripping his hair, the other slapping to his chest to pat it over and over repeatedly, like he was trying to wake himself from a bad dream.

Instantly feeling rejected, fighting the urge to burst into tears because, and I’d be saying this ‘til I died, HORMONES, I scrambled for my comforter. “Don’t look at me like that!” I snapped finally.

Still mumbling and shaking his head, his junk still loose, partially sheathed, stuck half hanging out there and starting to crust with our combined juices in the cool room, he was looking like he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life, while I was just yanked from the best high of feeling like I’d just finally done something right for damned once.

I couldn’t just have this one, this once, huh, universal? You devious bitch.

“Well, don’t just stare at me like I have cooties, asshole. Say something or fucking leave!” My voice cracked and I was totally shouting, I’m impulsive— I didn’t know what else to do.

Like getting a little weepy was the magic cure, his saucer sized widened blue eyes finally fucking blinked. “No. No-no-no-no,” he mumbled, rushing me to practically crush me to him. “No-no-no,” he kept saying over and over.

“We could have made a baby,” I blurted. “I don’t want to remember bringing it into being with their daddy having sex regrets two seconds after the fact,” I mumbled into his chest as I hugged him to me just as hard, if not harder.

“No-no-no,” he said again, relinquishing his squeeze me to death hold to start rubbing my back and petting me comfortingly. “My Jo,” he whispered, wavering between sweetly murmuring my name and whispering “no” over and over again.

Nuzzling the top of my head, he placed reassuring kisses to the spot, rumbling softly, a pale imitation of his excitement of before. Buyer’s remorse? So damn fucking soon? Give a gal a chance to fuck up first, eh?

Burying my face between too very impressive pecs, my hands wandered over the vast expanse of furry back open for roaming. Lo denaii, even the slimmer ones, were all built big.

As his purr started to come into play, I pulled back, tipping my chin and puckering my lips slightly, smiling against his lips when they found mine and a deep rumble followed.

Now that’s more like it.

What on earth was all that the fuck about?

My hands slid lower, settling closer and closer to his lower back, then further down, as his freely began to rove my bare back and he murmured absolute nonsense at me, until my greedy fingers slipped over an adorable tush I had every intention of biting into playfully like it was a ripe apple at a later date, once he was over his oh my god I just got fucking mated panic attacks or whatever the hell that shit was—boys are weird. A spat of post stage fright wasn’t going to faze me.

Urging him down with me as I slowly started to lay back, a little bit, then a little more, at a time, until he was finally fully laid out over me, that not so little beast between his legs already cocked, locked, and loaded, I’d just started to move my hips, swiveling them enticingly, his rumbles started to get deeper, more guttural, our kisses deepening, his eyes doing that lovely blown out pupil thing like before, right before he got all wild and wooly on me, when he jerked back with a shout and literally threw himself away from me.

“What in the shimmy shimmy cocoa pop are you doing?” I blustered, flustered. Gathering up the comforter to wrap it around me because despite the fire going it was still nipples turned to cut glass cold in this bish, I stood to hobble my way over to him but he shot up, barking at me in garbled beast speak. Waving his hands wildly as he spoke rapidly in his native tongue, the fact he was doing so lost on him as he lost it a little, like a vomiting panic attack splattering all over the place, sprinkling me with secondhand anxiety. He’d edged towards the door, still babbling, hand lifted, continuing to ward me off.

Taking the hint, I stayed put.

“I don’t know what I did- What’s wrong?” I burst out.

Pausing mid ramble, he blinked, grunted, then jabbered out quickly in broken English, “Jo stay. Go’ no want- No want- No. No.” Shaking his head wildly, he snarled when I dared to ignore his orders that I stay back.

He didn’t want what? Jerking like he’d just slapped me, I felt like the blood was draining from my face at those horrible words. No want. He doesn’t want me?

“Go’ go,” he said quickly, pausing only right as he was about to rush out, snatching the door open, ready to make his escape, and caught sight of the look on my face.

My throat worked but I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t getting any air. It was like it was all being sucked out of the room.

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