Page 386 of Bride of Choice

Pulling his fangs free from my shoulder, bloodied lips then pressed to mine. Our tongues tangled, the coppery, iron rich tang of my own blood filling my senses. Soon both hands were gripping my ass as he pummeled my pussy. He was in control, so in control making me wild I about lost my mind.

Celuk growled all the while, holding himself back and yet giving himself over to me fully.

“Mine,” he repeated, nuzzling his way to my scarred cheek to press small, sweet kisses over every inch.

“You’re mine, too, you know,” I told him, staring up at him through watery eyes.

Thinking about what Buu had asked of me, his odd, hasty request, I wondered if there was something to that. Leaning in, I sank my teeth into Celuk’s shoulder in return. The noise he let loose, something between a snarl and a muffled howl, then lost it all over again, followed by the most insane purr I’d ever heard in my life, told me I’d finally done something right.

By the time the heat of the moment had ebbed, the water was cold and more of a trickle than anything, I was half asleep in his arms already, even pinned as I was, peen impalement pending and all, as he heaved, panted, and purred against me.

“Mine.” He purred the word so sweetly, sounding so relaxed and content with the fact I smiled sleepily against him.

“Think we still need Jeh-kal?” I asked, unwilling to move.

“Jes,” he said simply.

My left aching breast, still full to bursting, said it might fall off if messing with my Krampus bite scars became the norm. You fill ‘em, you drain ‘em, that was my new motto. My tits might fall off otherwise.

When he briefly fell a little more heavily against me, I grunted and winced as righty was momentarily squished. Glancing up at him, then down at the bazooka of a boob I was packing, I drawled out wryly, “I don’t suppose you could help with that one, eh?”

Celuk nodded, pulled back and let his still semi flaccid cock slip free, and would have scooped me up to aid me in finishing my shower if Jeh-kal hadn’t come bursting in, Rek in tow, carrying him princess style, marched right up to the shower door and demanded, “Trade.”

“My fellow princess,” I joked, tossing the glaring furball in his arms a jaunty salute.

“Rek no prinnedcess,” he grumbled, which seemed to amuse Jeh-kal so much his lips started to twitch. “Rek not!” he insisted.

Celuk turned to face Jeh-kal and said something to him, jerking his chin from me to Rek, that mollified my annoyed giant. Rek, as well, if I was gauging his reaction correctly.

Huh.

Celuk carried me, dripping water everywhere as Jeh-kall snagged a couple towels and tossed them into Rek’s lap, and the train of furballs followed Celuk down the hall.

I knew it was Celuk’s room the second we entered it. It was as if he’d made a more compact version of his bedroom in Rek’s place.

Rek bitched the whole way, I assumed— he spoke in his native tongue and had that tone he got.

He seemed perkier than before, like he’d caught his second wind.

“Rek can walk!” he grumbled, switching to English. “Rek not baby or prinnedcess!”

“No act like one then,” Jeh-kal snapped back just as waspishly.

Instead of snapping back, Rek folded his arms over his chest when Jeh-kal paused and dipped down for him to hop out of his arms if he was going to be so adamant about it. Those bright green eyes glaring at Jeh-kal a moment ago quickly darted away. Rek mumbled something so low under his breath I didn’t stand a chance figuring out what it was.

Jeh-kal let out a snort and stood. Leaning in, he chuffed a loud breath over Rek’s forehead, a gesture foreign to me but affectionate all the same.

With a muffled grumble and a long suffering sigh, Rek grumbled, “Rek sorry, too. No mean be mean. Rek no’ like be tired all times. Want be strong for my Jo.”

“Celuk needs Rek help Jo,” Celuk chimed in as Jeh-kal set Rek down and laid out several towels and Celuk laid me down atop them.

Rek wriggled his way as close to me as possible. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of Celuk on me but quickly got over it in favor of pulling me into his arms. “Mine,” he rumbled possessively.

Celuk rumbled something back at him that had Rek nodding and glancing between us.

Celuk joined us on the bed as Jeh-kal once more began to crawl up the end of the bed.

“Look, I don’t know if I can take much more crazy sexing it up tonight,” I warned them. I was already dead on my feet.

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