Page 369 of Bride of Choice

“A-am I? Still your Jo, that is?” When my eyes pricked, he quickly pulled his hand back.

“Jo mine,” he rumbled out without preamble. His hand dropped to my knee and he began to rub it in soothing circles. “Jo mine, all the times.”

Swallowing thickly, I gulped audibly. “Can you- Do you think you could forgive me for- for-”

“Jo forgive Tor, Hyde, Jeh-kal, for be stupid? Rek says Tor unforgived-ably stupid. Say Tor dummy head.”

A small, sharp shock of laughter escaped me. Yeah, that sounded like my sock monkey. “Next time he tells you that, tell him it takes a dummy to know a dummy. He’ll stop saying that to you.”

He nodded. His hand moved up my knee a few inches. It massaged and kneaded my taut flesh. It felt so good I nearly groaned out loud.

“I’m so sore,” I admitted.

“My Jo like?” he softly purred.

Shivering in his talented fingers’ wake, I focused on breathing and nodded. The effects from him rubbing along my scar were minor. I had the good feels tinglings but he wasn’t in danger of me jumping him and trying to ride him like a prized bull. Yet.

“Show,” he whispered. “Want see. Jo show?”

Bristling at his request, I gripped the ties of my cape hood. “I don’t want you to ever look at me the way you did when you first saw me again,” I whispered. “It- It hurt worse, almost, than getting the scars in the first place.”

“Tor… no have words. See my bootiful Jo, see she hurt and know we not there help.” His hand fell to his chest and he rubbed the spot. “Tor know, not good ‘nough male. Not keep our Jo safe. Not g-”

My hand slapped to his mouth and I clamped it over it. Leaning in, I hissed, “Don’t you fucking dare. If I hadn’t been a total dumb ass once you got your shit together, we’d have never been apart, ever again. But I didn’t. I got hurt and I got stupid and I fucked shit up. If we’re going to play the what did or didn’t happen blame game, I’m just as shitty of a mate and undeserving then.”

He growled into my hand, jerking it away from his face to nab me up and mash his mouth to mine.

Good god, YES.

I kissed him back immediately, most eagerly. Fuck me, I’ve missed him, so damn much.

His hands were everywhere, mine were buried in his fur, clawing at his back to get him closer.

His head tilted and his tongue darted out to tangle with mine.

One of his hands slipped as it began to softly knead at my hip. Instead, it raked up my side, right along my scars. A shocked gasp left me, followed by a long moan as I fairly convulsed with pleasure in his arms.

My nails dug into his flesh harder as my back arched. “It’s- It’s- Oh god.”

A soft breath left him as he held me and watched.

Leaning in, he gave my neck a sniff. The deep, happy rumble rattling his chest as I shivered anew and my arousal perfumed the air had him responding in kind.

“It’s the- Scars- Sensitive- Ugh…” I forgot how to speak as he started off nuzzling my nape, then nuzzled his way down my shoulder. “Mine,” he muttered as he began peeling my hooded cape free from my body, kissing every bit of flesh he exposed as he went.

My breasts swelled, then began to ache. My core pulsed. I felt that fire in my veins.

Laving at my neck, I tipped my head to the side, understanding he was readying to strike. His fangs sank deep and liquid ambrosia filled me. I felt double whammied with it.

I was already riding that high. His bite added a whole other level of crazy.

I got loud, begging, crying out, demanding he take me now, hard, deep, don’t stop ‘til we drop. Gotta love those love bites.

Once he’d managed to wrangle my clothes from my body, he struggled to keep me pinned down so he could make good on fucking me into next week.

My hand slid down his cock. I pumped it once, relishing the way his big body froze and he let out a growl mixed with a moan.

He panted, staring down at me, as I crawled closer, until he was right there, thick, jerking, waiting for me to peel that furry foreskin back, take him into my mouth and taste him.

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