A small giggled escaped me, followed by another happy sigh.
Veck tickled his fingertips along the base of my neck and I laughed, swatting his hand away.
His chest rumbled and vibrated when I threatened to do it back.
Settling myself back down on top of him, I nuzzled his chest, feeling a little playful at the moment.
I placed tiny biting kisses along his furry pecs, loving the grunts and groans I elicited from him.
Still nuzzling his chest, I rooted around until I found what I wanted and clamped down, biting his nipple hard.
I grinned when he jumped and pulled back a little, cupping his injured nub.
"What?" I asked innocently when he gave me a narrow eyed stare, his lips pursing.
"Meanie want Veck to bite?" he grumbled, giving me a flash of fang.
"No." I smiled, pulling him close again.
"What Meanie bite Veck for?" he questioned curiously.
"You're mine," I teased, swirling my fingers around his bitten nipple, "Do I really need a reason?"
He shivered, then purred.
I pinched it gently, my thumb coming in to play now as I flicked the end.
His cock twitched.
He grunted, but didn't say anything else, purring when I rubbed the injured, now sensitive nub, settling us both on the bed together, drawing my mating fur over my shoulders as he pulled me back into his arms.
"Why were you growling earlier when you looked at the door? You said you weren't mad at me, but I really thought you were going to take off on me or make me leave," I said thoughtfully.
"Kirch and Bia want Meanie. Veck no share Meanie tonight," he groused, resting his chin on top of my head.
"They were outside?" I squeaked, peeking towards the door wide eyed.
"Mmmm, hmm," he murmured, getting drowsy.
I contemplated that for a moment and a thought occurred to me.
"How long were they out there, Veck?"
He didn't answer me right away and I couldn't see his face snuggled up as we were.
"Veck?"
He shrugged and I could feel him smirking against my scalp.
I slapped at him, trying to pull back enough to glare at him.
"You knew and you didn't tell me! They could have heard us!" I buried my face in my hands and felt a blush creeping up all over my face, blossoming down my neck.
He grinned at me and said proudly, "Kirch heard. Bia left."
"Oh!" I huffed at him, mortified at the idea that we'd had an audience, yet amused and flattered at Veck’s need to show them he's mine as much as I'm his.
Okay... alright... maybe the idea of Kirch listening in, my own personal, avid audience... is a bit of a turn on... just a bit.
Maybe more than a bit.
My sex clenched and I chewed on my lip.
Yup, Mina, you're a little twisted...
But at least I'm honest with myself about it, I argued right back in my head. Maybe even a little crazy too...
...I mean, come on, I do talk to myself like this...
I settled myself back down against him, sighing at Veck, as if in exasperation.
"If it was anyone else, I would have kicked their ass for what you did," I murmured sleepily.
He snorted at my statement, so I amended it with, "Well, I would have tried to anyways."
"My Meanie," he said proudly, "Big spirit, little body."
"Yeah, yeah," I said on a yawn, "You already married me, you couldn't possibly butter me up anymore."
I fell asleep bouncing against my mate’s chest as he laughed boisterously at my sassy attitude.
Chapter 12
I woke up to sunlight and a terrible clanking sound. I peeked one eye open to find Veck watching me, quietly studying me as I tried to get my wits about me.
"What's all the racket?" I asked right before I stretched myself out on the bed.
Veck purred when the blanket rode down, exposing all of my naked flesh to his hungry eyes.
The front door swung open, without any warning, and I grabbed a fur to tug it up over me.
Bia walked in and set a bundle of things down.
Just walked right in! Like it’s perfectly normal to do so.
He stopped and glanced up at me, staring at my bare shoulders as I tried to cover up all of my good bits and wiggle behind a very amused Veck.
Veck was grinning from ear to ear at my modesty, a smug expression on his face as I hid behind him.
"I'm not decent," I called to Bia from behind the gloating lug I call husband.
"I don't mind," Bia said casually, irritating me further.
"Well, I do!" I clipped snootily.
Bia just chuckled and left, closing the door shut behind him.
"You really need to show me how you lock that damned thing," I muttered as I searched for something decent to wear.
"What's wrong, wife?" Veck asked, trying to hide a chuckle.
"Oh, shut up!" I growled at him.
"Veck loves Meanie too," Veck purred, chuckling at me, dodging my boot as it sailed past his head.
****
"What do they think they're doing?" I asked Veck as we left the cottage.
I eyed Kirch and Bia warily as they stacked baskets of materials and bundles of wood along the outside side wall.
"Building," Veck said as he shrugged at me.
"Building what?"
"Bigger cottage."
"They're building a cottage?" I asked flabbergasted.
Veck nodded his head affirmatively and I grabbed his hand, steering him in the opposite direction of the construction happy cousins.
"They can play bob the builder all they want and they can live in it, but you're staying with me in our house."
I glared at him, daring him to argue with me.
He gave me an indulgent smile and said simply, "Yes, wife."
Why do I get the feeling he's just humoring me?
His placating attitude did nothing to lighten my mood.
"At least have the decency to say it like you mean it," I huffed under my breath, pouting quietly until we reached the path that led to where all the women meet up for the day to start our chores.
Oh, joy, today is laundry day!
Ugh!
I started to walk off without telling Veck good bye, grumbling some more unflattering mutterings toward the male sex, but he snatched me up and stole a heated kiss, not letting me go until I thoroughly reciprocated the gesture.
"Be good, wife," he teased, tapping me on the ass to get me going.
"Aren't I always?" I retorted saucily, full of sass, winking at him as I added a little more sway than necessary to my hips, sauntering away.
His groan and amused chuckle was music to my ears as I started my day.
****
"There has got to be an easier way to do this," I complained as I wrung out another garment by hand and passed it on to the next gal, so she could hang it out to dry.
"Afraid not," Dorothy said laughingly as she wrung clothes out right along with me, giving me a crooked, commiserating smile.
It made me think of Bia.
Laugh lines creased her face, the good kind, showing off just how much time she spends smiling or laughing, which she's proven since the day I met her.
"So... three mates, huh?" the woman next to Dorothy chuckled.
It took me a moment to realize she was addressing her comment to me.
"Uhhh... nope. The last two are delusional," I sighed and then remembered Dorothy was standing right next to me.
"No offense," I added, shrugging in her direction.
Dorothy burst out laughing and I was thrown off by it, thinking she'd have been more likely to be offended on behalf of her nephew and son, not laughing like a mad woman.
"No wonder those two are so smitten with you," she chortled, wiping at her eyes, "You're going to run those two ragged."
"You mean, if I don't maim them first," I said frowning at her.
"Oh, I know
those two and if you end up slapping one of them over the head, givin' em what for, I wouldn't be surprised in the least. Give one of them an inch and they'll take a mile."
She laughed again, ending on an exasperated sigh, pushing her long mousy brown hair away from her face with her elbow, her large blue eyes dancing in her expressive face.
I smiled and couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me as I shook my head at her.
"You're awesome, Dorothy, did you know that?"
"My mate says it every damn day."
****
We stopped to eat lunch and everyone scattered about, enjoying the warmer weather we'd finally been having lately.
I took advantage of a patch of bluish looking grass that wasn't covered with snow or ice, eating quickly, hurrying so I could have a little time all to myself.
Once I finished eating, I set my things down, balancing my chin on my knees, staring out over the warm springs pool as steam rose up from it in frothy, white, misty puffs.
Someone sat down next to me and I glanced through the corner of my eye to see it was Bia.
"Did you mean it?" I asked him seriously, making sure I got to have my say.
"Mean what?" he asked as he settled himself closer to me and ran his fingertip along the seam of my boot.
"Any of it. Being my friend, the talks we'd have, secrets we've confided in each other... Was any of it real? Or was it all just a ploy to get into my pants?" I stared down at my feet and played with a blade of grass, unable to make eye contact with him.
I was afraid of what I'd see if I looked at him.
"Every word," he said quietly, slipping my hand into his as we sat there, staring out over the lake.
"Good." I squeezed his hand a little. "I miss my best friend."
He cleared his throat and his thumb stroked along mine.
"I miss mine too." He smiled at me, leaning down as if he was going to kiss me.
I put my free hand out in front of his face, stopping his advance.
"I'm still mad at you, ya know. You lied to me." I gave him a dirty look, but he just grinned and kissed the palm of my hand.
"Fair enough." He grinned, kissed my palm one last time and hopped up to leave.
"I swear! All of you are just a bunch of hard headed, stubborn sons of..."
"Ready, Mina?" Dorothy called, interrupting my little fit, "We're all heading back now."
"Yeah, I'm comin’," I grumbled and hopped up to hurry towards her, not looking back to see if Bia had left yet or not.
****
I floated around on the surface of the water, staring at the sky as puffy bluish white clouds rolled by.
We'd finished the laundry up earlier than we'd planned and it was my turn to skip out early.
We rotate, letting one lucky lady call it a day early when the majority of our work load is done.
This time it's my turn.
Oh, yeeeaaahhh...
I hummed a little as I slowly rolled and started swimming.
A cracking sound echoed and my head shot up. I glanced around to see where it had come from.
Trees rustled off to the side and my eyes fixed on the spot, glued to it.
My heart beat sped up.
A second later, Kirch stepped out and walked to the edge of the water, sitting down, dipping his feet in, just like he had the last time I'd run into him here.
He looked at me and smiled, his eyes wandering lower, his smile growing into a full out grin as he took all of me in.
His grin is downright wicked.
Stupid body!
I cursed my loins as they moistened up, tingling with awareness.
Awareness of him.
I sunk down a little lower.
Where's a bucket of cold water when you need it, damn it?
He leaned forward a little, to get a better view and I splashed water at him.
He just wiped it off, unperturbed.
I tried not to be too embarrassed by the fact that he caught me skinny dipping in my favorite swimming spot.
Other than Veck and then Kirch that one time, no one else ever comes here, so I'd never worried about someone discovering me in my birthday suit.
It's not like they have swimsuits lying around out here for people to wear and it's way too cold to run home in wet clothes.
I turned my back to him and tried to slowly float towards the vicinity of my things, hoping he didn't catch on to what I was doing before I could reach them.
"Could I use your fur?" I asked sweetly from over my shoulder, trying to distract him.
He unglued his gaze from my ass, his eyes shooting up towards mine.
"Kirch's fur?" he asked excitedly.
"Sure," I said smiling at him, waiting for him to take off and go get it.
"Meanie wants Kirch to warm her up?" he asked with a secret smile, a gleam coming over those startling yellow orbs, his smile growing.
"Uhhh... you mean with your fur, right?"
He nodded his head 'yes', licking his lips.
"Okay," I said slowly, wondering why he seemed so pleased with my answer.
He started to edge towards the bushes where I'd set my clothes.
"The fur, Kirch, remember?"
He just smiled at me and kept going.
"Kirch?"
His response- a purr started up, rumbling up out of him.
"Kirch," I warned.
He ignored me.
I reached the edge of the water and hopped up, nabbing my clothes before he could get to them.
I tried to keep them dry, holding them up and over my head, trying, simultaneously, to both make sure they stayed dry and get back into the water, but Kirch plucked me up and pulled me roughly against him.
"Hey!" I shouted indignantly, "Put me down!"
"Meanie wants Kirch to warm her up," he purred in my ear, wrapping his arms around me as he carried me over to his furs.
He sat down with me in his lap and pulled my hair away from my neck, nuzzling the sensitive bit of flesh as a purr rumbled from deep in his chest.
I shivered.
"Meanie warm?" he asked against my neck, a little growl in his voice as his erection rubbed against my lower back.
"Uh... yep. All warmed up. Thanks. You can let go now," I squeakd with false cheer.
I tried to get up, but he held firm, his big brawny arms banded around me, growling at me warningly, holding me in place.
He sniffed at my neck, then purred, giving it a lick.
I felt the drag of his tongue, hot, rasping and thick, as if he was running it along my cunt.
I muffled a moan.
Aghast at myself, I tried to jump up.
"Kirch! Let go!" I demanded.
He snarled against my ear and I elbowed him in the stomach.
He grunted, but didn't release me.
"Let go!" I bellowed and elbowed him near his groin.
This time he released me.
He glared at me as I scrambled back and clutched my clothes to my chest, sliding into a puddle of mud as I flopped backwards.
"Oh, don't you snarl and growl at me!" I yelled as he got on his hands and knees and advanced towards me.
"Meanie mine!" he snarled menacingly.
"No, I'm not!" I snapped vehemently.
"Yes!" he hissed at me.
"No!" I hissed right back.
He bared his teeth at me with a fierce expression on his face.
Sad as mine are compared to his, I bared mine.
He stopped in his tracks, blinking at me in disbelief.
The look on his face right now... priceless.
He looks so dumbfounded, it's hilarious.
My lips quirked.
His expression quickly turned sour, scowling at me now.
I got over the whole cowering thing when he gets all ‘grr’ at me after I realized he wasn't really going to do anything about it, so I held my ground.
"You don't really want me. You just want a willing pussy," I told him bluntly.
&
nbsp; "Only Meanie's," he said after a moment, his eyes smoldering like melted, deep yellow citrine, glowing at me.
"Bullshit!" I screeched at him, "You were more than happy to replace me. Remember Candy?! Or have you forgotten already?"
"Kirch not want Candy!" he snapped, his voice starting to rise with his mounting anger.
"Then why did you take her?" I glared at him.
He stared at me for a minute and then smiled.
He had that 'light bulb's just gone off' look on his hairy beastie mug, happy and maybe a little smug all of the sudden.
I'm not a fan of that look on him.
...makes me want to slap him...
This can't be good.
"Meanie no like Kirch to have other mate.” He gauged my reaction.
I blushed, turning beet red as some of the truth to his words hit home.
I'm not exactly thrilled that I have, for some time, harbored some feelings for him and I'm not particularly happy with him at the moment for pointing it out either.
We've haven't had the most 'pleasant' of interactions since I've gotten here, but his rejection of me, when he'd been so adamant before, like he was truly interested for whatever reason, really burned me.
It took me a little while to sort my feelings out about it and I'm not too keen on the fact that the only explanation I could honestly come up with for myself was jealousy.
I was jealous he'd wanted somebody else.
Jealous he hadn't wanted me.
And it was ‘him’ of all males.
So what do we do when we don't want to face something...?
Deny!
Deny!
Deny!
I'd never thought it was something I'd ever have to deal with, Veck and I going for the only one mate approach.
Yeah, Mina, look how well that's turned out for ya! Now you might possibly have three!
"I don't care what you do!" I shouted at him adamantly, "but you won't be doing it with me!"
"Meanie cares," he said carefully, eyeing me possessively.
"Go right ahead! Go find Candy! See if I care! George didn't really want her anyways!"
He started laughing at me and it really pissed me off.
"It's not funny! Stop laughing!" I huffed out indignantly.
He ignored me.
I growled at him in frustration and he just laughed harder.
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