Careful not to drop me as I chortled like a loon, Veck carried me to the bed and lay me down, slowly unwrapping his mating fur from my shoulders. Staring down at my exposed skin amorously, as if in a trance, he smiled when I tried to stifle the giggles that kept escaping me but failed, jiggling my charms.
Rumbling low, his hands roamed over me caressingly, his head dipping down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. Groaning at the taste, he suckled greedily, lashing the sensitive bit of flesh with his hot tongue until my giggling ceased.
Aching for more, I cradled his head to my breast, gasping in delight as he swirled his tongue around the tightened bud.
"Veck." I moaned softly, running my fingers through the short, thick fur on top of his head.
My mate pulled back, admiring his handwork, running his thumb over the glistening tip of my hardened bud.
"Veck not please Meanie? Meanie need three mates to keep Meanie happy?" He wasn’t expecting an answer, and I wasn’t going to dignify that with one anyway. Fingers gliding down my torso, he cupped a hand over my sex, the other still busy plucking at my hardened nipple.
"You're suddenly taking this whole three mate thing rather easily," I observed dryly, gasping when he pinched the tip of my breast.
"Veck think. Mad at Meanie's mates, not Meanie.”
“Not even a little at me?”
Veck paused and grunted, his fingers stilling. Knowing his lie-face sucked, he admitted, “Meanie Veck’s mate, Bia steals Meanie’s kisses, yes? Meanie no give away?”
“Well, no, I didn’t give them away, but I didn’t stop him once it started.” I cringed admitting it, but we’re being honest here. It made me feel so dirty just saying it, but I wouldn’t lie to him.
Veck gave a curt nod and snapped his jaws, as if he’d expected as much. “Lo denaii way, take mate, steal mate, make first mate share. Bia try to kiss Meanie from Veck.” He grunted, making a non-committal sound. “Lo denaii fight.”
“You mean you fight if you don’t want to share your mate with the guy trying to steal her? I... what? Doesn’t the chick have any say?” And how did my interference when Veck attempted to pummel Bia but I stepped in affect things?
“Meanie has say. Veck say, too. Veck first, other mates after.”
“Ugh... Veck.” Not getting the point here, big boy.
“Veck no like Meanie more mates. Meanie safe, though, if mates with Meanie.” Chin lifting, he nodded, decided. “Protect Meanie better. Veck know other Lo denaii. Veck want Meanie. Veck not like to share, like Meanie for Veck. Only Veck.” Frowning in thought, hard enough to scowl, he grunted and shook himself. “But Veck first mate, Meanie love Veck first. Meanie stay, Meanie lots of mates. Keep Meanie… busy, Veck thinks. Meanie no miss home, never alone. Veck home Meanie home now."
“And you thought all that up on your own, didja?”
“Yes.” Lips pulled into a tight, thin line, my snow beastie grumbled something in his language and raised a furry eyebrow, as if waiting, just waiting, for me to comment.
I didn’t, knowing nothing I said would dissuade him. Snorting, I found myself laughing a little at his barbaric thoughts, instead.
My mate pressed his palm into my sex and rubbed, a thick purr rolling from his throat as I maneuvered so I could reach for him, too. Grasping his thick erection in my hands, a few good pumps was all it took and he was half mindless with need, groaning and shivering with pleasure.
When he was all but thrusting into my hand, I stopped and waited, smiling triumphantly when his large body locked up tight, his teasing fingers stilling as he held himself perfectly still. I pumped him again but stopped, knowing he was tempted but unwilling to thrust into my hand again. Eyes narrowing warningly, he growled in protest.
"You don't mind me being a walking hole to screw so much anymore because I'll have my own personal bodyguards, and I’ll be too busy with all of you to tell my head from my ass, do I have that right?” Smiling sweetly, I worked his cock again, stopping when he nodded. “Wow, thanks, babe." Rolling my eyes, I snickered dryly, my very capable hands stroking his manhood again as he tried to focus on both our conversation and what we were currently doing to each other.
His fingers slid down my clit to slip inside my depths and he picked up his pace as I continued his slow torture.
Pump. Stop. Pump. Stop.
"Yes. Meanie s-s-safe-s-safer now. Meanie…ung- happy," he admitted, sweating bullets as he writhed and wriggled like a giant, overly-muscled, hairy worm.
"If they're my mates, then they can fuck me too, can't they?" I taunted him just a little, loving the possessive gleam that entered his eyes.
“Mine,” he growled out possessively.
Growling again, the sound rumbling up his throat, loud and long enough to give me gooseflesh, he pounced, tugging my hands aside and grabbing my hips. His engorged erection slid through my juices, his length pressing along my slit.
Glaring down at me, he bared his teeth in an angry smile. "Meanie tease Veck."
"Yes." Running my fingers through his fur lovingly, I smirked unabashedly.
"Meanie want Veck mad?" My mate’s eyes, already pinched tight, narrowed dangerously, until all that was left were two angry slits of frosty blue in a pale, fur-lined face.
Wiggling my eyebrows suggestively, I smiled back saucily. "No, I want you to get wild and wooly with me, show me why you're my favorite." A short laugh and a giggle slipped past my lips when he blinked and choked, clearly not expecting me to say that, and his eyes widened.
“Meanie tease,” his deep voice grumbled. Veck mumbled something about females under his breath, shaking his head, and picked me up by my hips, ignoring my surprised squeak of protest as he slapped my ass.
Squealing indignantly, I yelped and gasped, swatting his hands away playfully. "None of that, sir! How dare you!" I growled in mock indignation, but I didn’t mean a lick of it, not really. I was enjoying this way too much—enjoying him. My mate.
Pretending, if only for a moment, that all that other shit with Kirch and Bia hadn’t just happened, blocking it out momentarily, I arched up and into Veck, brushing my breasts against him wantonly. Right now was just us, him and me.
"Bad wife." Trying to muffle a purr and failing miserably, my mate pretended to glower down at me.
Lips tipping up, I reached out, running my hands down his face, tracing and smoothing away every crease and frown line.
"Only with you," I promised.
Purring full out, bending down and leaning in, he kissed me then, passionately, his tongue sliding against mine as he slipped it into my mouth. I moaned and rubbed myself against him more persistently, ready for him to enter me.
When he didn't immediately do anything but kiss me I quickly grew impatient, wiggling my hips up to impale myself on his turgid shaft. His cock butted my sex, the thick head swollen and angry looking. I wriggled around, working my sex along that monster until he was buried to the hilt.
And still, he didn’t move.
Hands roving over his furry rump, I pinched his ass, irritated when he wouldn't budge.
"Meanie no like Veck teasing. Meanie no tease Veck,” my mate rumbled down at me, his teasing blue eyes twinkling as they met mine.
With a blustering huff, I slapped his ass hard, a sense of satisfaction filling me when he yelped, jerked, and jumped, glowering down at me for real this time.
"Then don't do that, either!" I snapped belligerently. Irate, I slapped at his chest, trying to squirm out of his hold. “Tease me... you brute. Let go.”
Ignoring my protests, my mate easily pinned me down to bite gently at my neck, thrusting himself deep inside my sheath when I would have slid off.
"Wife." He growled my name as he pulled out, then immediately thrust back in.
Back arching, lips parting, I cried out in pleasure. He did it again, thrusting in hard to pull out, and I gripped the fur on his chest and pulled, his cock jumping at the not-so-gentle tug.
Veck’s pace grew as our ardo
r rose, quickening until his thrusts became a harsh pounding, hitting my clit with every rough entry. Wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, holding on tight, I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into flesh and fur.
Just when things were really starting to get good, he stopped and sat up suddenly, taking me with him, pulling us into a sitting position. Moments later, when he slammed me back down on him, hitting just the right spot, I cried out. Yes! Right there, I thought, as he did it again.
Picking me up to slam me back down, he rammed me onto his swollen length, repeating the process until I cried out, clenching around him. Together, we shot over the edge. My inner walls gripped his cock tight as my body locked up, trying to suck his shaft impossibly deeper, a toe curling orgasm rolling over me.
Veck shouted out my name, pumping rapidly, his cock stiffening up even more, and then he sucked in a sharp breath. Freezing for a moment before he resumed his pace, he shuddered, snarling into my temple, as he came deep inside of me.
With long, leisurely strokes, he continued to saw in and out of me, thrusting shallowly, waiting until our combined passion ebbed before he groaned and reluctantly stopped.
Spent, I slumped against him, sighing happily. A small giggle escaped me as his chest vibrated in a sexy purr, followed by another happy sigh.
Murmuring my name quietly, Veck tickled his fingertips along the base of my throat, fingers swirling around all my sensitive spots until I laughed, swatting his hand away.
His chest rumbled in warning, then vibrated on a purr, 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. Burying my face against his warm flesh, I placed tiny, biting kisses along his furry pecs, loving the grunts and groans it elicited from him.
Still nuzzling him, I rooted around his furry upper torso until I found what I wanted and clamped down, biting his nipple hard. Pleased with myself, I grinned when he jumped and pulled back a little, cupping his injured nub.
"What?" I asked innocently enough, smiling mischievously when he gave me a narrow-eyed stare, his thick lips pursing.
"Meanie want Veck to bite?" he grumbled, treating me to an impressive flash of fang.
"No." I smiled prettily, pulling him close again.
"What Meanie bite Veck for?" he questioned curiously.
"You're mine," I teased, swirling my fingers around his bitten nipple as I peeked up at him. "Do I really need a reason?"
Grunting noncommittally at me in response, while I played with his tender flesh, he shivered, then purred. I pinched the nub again, gently, my thumb coming into play as I flicked the tip. His purr stuttered and his cock twitched.
He grunted then groaned when my fingers clamped down again, but didn’t protest, purring when I rubbed the injured, sensitized spot. Shifting restlessly, he laid back, drawing my mating fur over my shoulders, and settled us both on the bed.
"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, thinking back on it as we cuddled.
"Kirch and Bia want Meanie. Veck no share Meanie tonight," he groused, snuggling me closer, resting his chin atop of my head.
"They were outside?" Popping up, I squeaked, peeking towards the door, wide-eyed.
"Mmmm-hmm," he murmured drowsily, yawning loud enough to make his jaw crack, absently yanking me back to him.
I contemplated this for a moment, and a thought occurred to me. "How long were they out there, Veck?"
My mate didn't answer right away, and I couldn't turn to get a good look at his face to see his expression, snuggled up as we were.
"Veck?"
Veck shrugged, but heck if I couldn’t feel him smirking against my scalp.
“Veck!” Incensed, I slapped at him, trying to pull back. "You... you knew and you didn't tell me?! They could have heard us!" Beyond embarrassed, I buried my face in my hands. A blush stole over my flesh, creeping up all over my face and blossoming down my neck.
Pulling back, Veck grinned and stated proudly, "Kirch heard. Bia left."
"Oh!" I huffed, mortified at the idea we'd had an audience.
And yet, underneath it all, I was oddly amused and flattered at Veck’s need to show them he's mine as much as I'm his.
Okay. Alright, so maybe the idea of Kirch listening in, my own personal, avid audience, was a bit of a turn on for me, too. 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.
Trying to shake off my jumbled thoughts, I settled back down against my sated mate, sighing at Veck overloud, as if in exasperation.
"You know, if it was anyone else I would have kicked their ass for what you did," I murmured sleepily.
Veck snorted on a laugh, so I amended, "Well, I would have tried to."
"My Meanie," he stated proudly, patting my back, "big spirit, little body."
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered on a yawn, "you already married me, bub. Couldn't possibly butter me up anymore." Lids drifting shut heavily, I drifted off to sleep bouncing against my mate’s chest as he laughed boisterously, enjoying my sassy attitude.
Chapter Twelve
I
woke up to sunlight and a terrible clanking sound. Face scrunching up, I peeked one eye open to find Veck watching me, quietly studying me with a curious expression on his beastly mug while I tried to get my wits about me.
"What's all the racket?" Lifting my head, I kissed my mate-husband swiftly on the lips, yawning and rolling over before I stretched myself out along the bed.
Veck purred as the blanket rode down, exposing all of my naked flesh to his hungry eyes.
With a creak and a bang that had me jumping out of my skin, the front door swung open without any warning. Yelping in stunned surprise at the intrusion, I grabbed a fur to tug it up over me.
Bia surveyed the room with a quick glance and stepped inside, as if he lived here, setting a bundle of odd objects—possibly tools or the makings of them—down by the small wood pile just inside the entryway.
“Veck,” he murmured politely, like we were having afternoon tea.
The maddening beastie just waltzed right in, all hi-hello-how-are-you, as if I wasn’t sitting here butt naked in my bed half awake, like it was perfectly normal to do so. The mangy male must’ve hit his head.
“Bia,” Veck greeted just as calmly.
What is going on here?!! “Veck! Bia?!” Clutching the fur plastered to my chest tighter than necessary, I gaped, gasping as I choked on my own saliva.
Bia stopped wrapping his work bundle or whatever that was and glanced over at me, staring at my bare shoulders longer than need be as I tried to cover up all of my good bits. Cursing under my breath, I scrambled behind my very amused mate.
Veck grinned from ear to ear at my modesty, lips twitching as his chest rumbled, a smug expression on his face as I cowered behind his wide back. I poked him between the ribs, on principle alone, which just made him chuckle. Mean... teasing...
"I'm not decent," I called to Bia, waving him away from behind the gloating lug I call husband.
Tempted to groan as they both pretended this was all fine and dandy, some regular ol’ normal occurrence, I was trying not to freak and make a run for our fancy—by Abominable standards—indoor privy.
"I don't mind," Bia said casually, still staring at my exposed skin, irritating me further.
"Well, I do!" I clipped out snootily.
Bia just chuckled, nodding to Veck, and left, closing the door shut firmly behind him.
Waiting a few minutes until I was positive he wasn’t going to pull a repeat performance, I let myself relax. Melting against my mate, I groaned.
"You really need to show me how you lock that damned thing
," I muttered.
Veck purred and would have reached for me but I rolled, hopping up and rummaging around, searching for something decent to wear.
"Something wrong, my Meanie? Wife?" he inquired smoothly, trying to hide a small, amused chuckle.
“He’s not my mate.” Arms folding across my chest, hiding my breasts from his view, I glared at him.
Nodding slightly, he jerked his chin but raised a thick eyebrow. “Not,” he agreed, but I could hear the but in his voice, sense the unfinished yet.
“He’s not,” I insisted, my voice growing smaller as my scowl turned fierce.
“Yes, wife.” The big lug’s lips quirked and he smirked, icy eyes dancing as they soaked in my fit of pique. He’s enjoying this too much.
"Oh, shut up!" Face flushing as my eyes flashed, I growled at him. “Shouldn’t you be pissed or something? ‘Grr. Argh. My Meanie, my mate, no mates for Meanie, no sharing. Grrrrr. Grrrr. Grrrr.’ Huh? I mean, what happened to that guy, hmm? Pfft!” Throwing my hands up, I resumed my hunt for decent daywear. “I mean, god, you used to be so freaking reasonable! What the frick, man?!” I all but bellowed.
“Meanie likes Bia.” He was stating a fact, not asking.
Pausing, lips pursed, I cleared my throat, offering lightly, “Bia is my friend.”
“Meanie kiss Bia back. Meanie kiss all Meanie friends?”
“What? No! I most certainly do not!” Huffing and blustering, I would have argued if I’d a leg to stand on, but I was cornered and I knew it.
Veck nodded. “Bia Meanie mate.”
“But-but-but he isn’t!”
Those furry eyebrows of his shot up. “Is.”
“Is not!”
The caterpillar eyebrows shot down, shading those glowing, white blue eyes glowering over at me. “Veck first mate. Veck has say, too.”
“Oh! And I don’t? Why, you...” Huffing, my face flushed red, and it took me a full minute to realize the big jerk was just teasing me.
Picking up a smaller fur off the bed, I balled it up and chucked it at his face as he chuckled at me. “You!”
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