The Bridal Hunt (Brides of the Hunt Book 1)

by Jeanette Lynn

  Fidgeting in place, I started to feel a little awkward as I just stood there and he stared at my crotch. He looked as if he was trying to memorize it or something.

  As seconds ticked by and we were heading towards minutes, I contemplated covering myself with my hand, help pull him out of Mina's-vagina-la la land a little, but he had other ideas. The world spun and I yelped as I was unceremoniously picked up and pinned to the wall, my legs pulled over his shoulders. Muttering something I couldn’t make out before he dove in, he buried his face in my sex, lapping at me enthusiastically as I gripped his scalp, holding on for dear life.

  "Bia!" I gasped out a little too loud, squirming when he pushed his tongue inside my pussy, thrusting it deep. He growled when I cried out and gripped his hair harder.

  Impaled on his tongue, captive in his hold, I writhed in ecstasy, my ardor escalating as he used that fat tongue to fuck me. It felt so good, his growls vibrating against my clit as he made sure he thoroughly pleased me, his thick, long tongue mimicking my favorite appendage.

  It was too intense, too fast. Calling his name as my sex clenched, I thought I might rupture.

  "I'm going to," I moaned, as he curved his tongue up and rubbed, sending me over the edge as I clamped my legs around his poor skull. Crying out, I bit my lip to muffle it.

  He pulled back once I loosened my death grip enough for him to maneuver me, letting my legs slide down his torso, careful to keep my calves on his shoulders.

  Without further ado, Bia lined us up and thrust home, shouting out when my still-convulsing pussy gripped his cock tight, sucking him right in.

  "Mina... ah... oh..." he moaned, groaning into my hair.

  Panting heavily, Bia thrust in a couple more times, gripping me to him tight, and then he went over. Groaning as he jerked, spasms wracking his thick frame, he called my name as he spilled his seed.

  ✽✽✽

  "Sorry," Bia mumbled against my skin, sighing heavily as we snuggled in his bed.

  Frowning, at a loss, I glanced over my shoulder. "What do you mean?"

  He looked so embarrassed all of a sudden, as I stared at him, his face turning an adorable shade of pink.

  Rolling over, I reached out to stroke his cheek. “Bia?”

  "I, uh... I didn't last very long," he muttered awkwardly.

  "Was it your first time?" My eyebrows raised questioningly when he looked anywhere but me, and I waited.

  "Of course,” Bia grumbled indignantly, affronted that I would even suggest otherwise.

  "You're not going to last very long the first time," I told him softly, "but you shouldn't be sorry, silly. You gave me pleasure."

  "Kirch lasted longer," he mumbled petulantly.

  "How would you know?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.

  The more human-like of my mates turned an even darker shade of pink, glowering when I smiled knowingly and laughed.

  "Were you spying on us, Bia?" I teased, swirling little heart patterns across his chest that had his muscles twitching.

  Tilting my head so he couldn’t see my expression, I smiled to myself, a little turned on by the idea.

  He just glowered down at me, tugging my gaze back to his with a finger under my chin while I smirked.

  "I want to be special, too," he grumbled, tucking the top of my head under his chin so I couldn't see his face.

  I sobered at that and went to pull away. Bia insecure? "What's so special about Kirch?" I asked with a snicker.

  He laughed, but I could still see worry lining his face.

  "He didn't last long the first time, either." I left out the fact that he might not last long, but he could keep going and going and... yeah. The look he gave me let me know he was thinking the same thing.

  "Well, you're special to me," I told him honestly, making giant swirlies across his chest and around his nipples that had him shivering.

  Sighing heavily, his chest rattling quietly at my touch, he closed his eyes. "I'm shorter, I'm not as strong as them, and my cock isn't even as big as theirs. You tell me what's so special about me. What do I have to offer you that they can't?"

  "For one thing, I like that you're shorter. You don't have to lift me up to kiss me all the time, even though you still have to bend down pretty far. You can talk to me in complete sentences," I said on a giggle, earning a chuckle from him. "You're my best friend, you can say my name right..." Leaning in, I kissed his lips sweetly and continued, "You're strong enough to pick me up, and that's good enough for me, and I like your cock just the way it is." To emphasize my point, my hand slid between us, reaching down and grasping his straining erection to stroke Bia jr. appreciatively.

  A naughty idea occurred to me as I pumped his shaft, and I grinned up at him mischievously. "There is one thing we can do with this," I gave the head of his shaft a little squeeze, "that I wouldn't even dream of letting Kirch or Veck do."

  "What's that?" he mumbled absently, hips twitching to match my hand’s pace as I leisurely beat his meat. When I stopped, his eyes cracked open, bright blue gaze focusing on me.

  "I can show you," I offered, sitting up to scoot back on the bed.

  “Yeah?” His eyes drifted to my navel, then my sex, before wandering back to my breasts, and finally my face.

  “Do you trust me, Bia?” My eyes lit up and I smiled impishly, waiting.

  “Completely.” I had his curiosity piqued as he studied me from the bed, his thick eyebrows winging upward.

  Tossing him a wink, I hopped up. “Hold on, then.”

  "Okay," he said patiently, waiting for me to proceed.

  Biting my lip, I looked around the room, grinning when I spotted the oil they use for cooking. Perfect.

  "What's that for?” With only a slight hesitation in his voice, he eyed me dubiously as I greased my palms up and approached the bed. Reaching out, I grasped his manhood, massaging his thickening shaft.

  "Mina?" he murmured, groaning as I straddled him and set the container by the bed.

  “For me,” I gasped out, impaling myself on his cock as we both moaned at the intimate contact.

  Without another word, I rode him hard until I couldn't take it anymore.

  Once we were both about to lose it, I lifted myself off of him and gripped his shaft, teasing the head of his cock at my entrance. Lubing up my hands again to glide them down his shaft, I ran it back and forth over the lips of my sex, grinning when he writhed beneath me, his thick fingers gripping the furs beneath us.

  He was calling out my name by this point, babbling as I played with him to my heart’s content, right where I wanted him.

  Reaching back, I slipped his cock farther back, running the mushroomed tip over my tight rosette, teasing us both with the new sensation. Relaxing my muscles, I slowly, inch by inch, lowered myself onto him as he breached my back passage, introducing my newest mate to anal sex.

  His lips parted and his mouth opened, head tilted back, but nothing came out. Chest heaving, he gripped my hips and tried not to thrust as I finished letting my body adjust to his invasion.

  "Like it?" Glancing down at him, I giggled a little at the expression on his face.

  Bia started panting, short, breathless gasps escaping him as he nodded, sweat beading on his forehead as he valiantly tried to keep his hips perfectly still. "Mina," he managed through gritted teeth.

  Sliding forward a little, then back down, I tightened my inner muscles on him and he gasped, giving up on any pretense of trying to hold still after that.

  "Now," I moaned, when I knew he was all the way in.

  With a muffled growl, Bia gripped my hips and plowed into me, crying out hoarsely, helping me grind my clit against him as we both raced towards our own finish.

  "Mina!" He shouted as I felt him stiffen a few thrusts later and finish, buried deep. I went along right after, using two fingers to fill the emptiness in my sex as it pulsed, grasping at nothing.

  Body clamping down tightly on the fingers in my sex, his pulsing cock in my ass, I threw my he
ad back and called out, his renewed moans of pleasure music to my ears as we spent ourselves on each other.

  ✽✽✽

  "Feeling special now?" I smiled as I wet a cloth and cleaned myself off.

  "Yes, very." He grinned, soaping himself up, as well.

  "I'm so glad you guys have soap," I said wistfully.

  "Do you miss it?" he asked cautiously.

  "Miss what? Home?"

  "Yes."

  I didn't miss his flinch when I called Earth home.

  "Not really. Not anymore." I was shocked at how true that statement was. "I do miss toothpaste, though," I said on a laugh.

  "Toothpaste?"

  "Mm. You brush your teeth with it. It's a lot nicer than the bitter powdery stuff you guys make. Oh! Tooth brushes, too. Can't say I'm too fond of using those stick thingies and a cloth all that much."

  My newest mate appeared completely unimpressed by my admission.

  "Don't look at me like that. Pfft. You asked." Tossing my cloth into a small bin by the door, I yawned and crawled back into bed. When Bia pulled me close and snuggled me to him tight, a smile lit my face.

  Arms wrapping around me securely, he put his chin on the top of my head, his big hands stroking me idly. "Mina?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Do you miss George?"

  "Huh?" I mumbled, surprised.

  "George.” I could feel him shrug his wide shoulders, the fur brushing my back. “You said he was your mate. Do you miss him?"

  I was puzzled for a minute, until I recalled the scene at the cave the second day I'd been here and all the crap I'd spouted to get Veck to release me. Oops. "I lied. George isn't my mate. And, no, I most definitely do not miss him."

  "Candy said George wanted you back," he reminded me.

  Does the man-beastie never forget anything? I definitely needed to file that bit of info away for later.

  Note to self: never say anything you don't mean in front of Bia.

  Tickling the fur on his forearm, I sighed heavily. "Candy's an idiot and George is crazy."

  "Mina?"

  Eyes squeezing shut tight, I wanted to groan. This is not how I’d planned to spend our post-sex cuddle time. "Bia... if this is about something Candy said, may I remind you she has no brain. They removed it when they dyed her hair platinum, pumped her lips full of guck, and gave her two overdone floaties for boobies."

  Bia chuckled against my back and kissed the back of my head. "I love you, Mina."

  My eyes popped open and I blinked. "Oh. Well, in that case,” a smile lit my face and I turned to peck his furry shoulder, “I love you, too."

  There were a few moments of blissful peace and quiet I could bask in that followed, the two of us just enjoying each other, snuggled up here together—all alone. It didn’t last long.

  My mate’s shoulders shook and he snorted. "You said boobies," he said on a laugh.

  Right... well, so much for that. Talk about a mood killer. Snorting, I rolled my eyes. He couldn't see it, of course, because he was too busy laughing his fluffy, white butt off behind me. I waited until he’d gotten most of it out before I spoke again.

  "Bia?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Shut up."

  Chapter Fifteen

  "I

  'm just going to go out on a limb here and assume you two missed me," I ventured, squinting at my fellow bed hogs as I peered around, surprised to find I’d woken up in the cottage, squashed between two massive beasties.

  Kirch was plastered to my back, snoring loudly into my hair, his arms and legs pinning me to the bed as Veck woke me up with an eager, good morning kiss.

  "Wife," my icy-white-eyed mate-husband purred against my lips.

  A loud clank issued from somewhere outside and the front door slammed open—the very one Kirch had knocked down recently and Bia had put back up—jerking Kirch wide awake as the door banged against the wall with a jarring thud. Bia stormed in, slamming it closed with the same kind of wall-shaking bang.

  Glaring at all other males present, he marched over and grabbed Kirch's hair in a death grip. Yanking him back violently to snarl in his face, he tumbled his half-asleep cousin off the bed.

  "There," Bia called cheerfully, expression brightening, dusting his hands. "Much better." Making himself comfortable, he hopped in beside me and his arms wrapped around me in a cuddling hug that had Veck grunting. Nuzzling my cheek, Bia offered me a quick, smacking kiss.

  Kirch started to get up from the floor, muttering and growling angrily at Bia in his language. Veck, ever the unconventional peacemaker, put his hand up and gave Bia a hard shove, sending him tumbling over the edge and right into Kirch. They both went crashing towards the floor, a tangle of snarling growls and flailing limbs, leaving me gaping after them.

  Erm... so maybe Veck’s a shit starter.

  Grunting happily, turning and rolling me under him, Veck caged me in with his big body.

  "Veck!" I wiggled beneath him, squirming, trying to peer over the side to see if they were alright.

  "Meanie," he purred, with that deep, rusty purr of his, moving his hips experimentally over mine.

  His erection was hot, hard, and raring to go, eagerly brushing against my thigh. I shivered as my gaze darted up to meet his, my tumbled mates momentarily forgotten. The sound of the two of them beating the tar out of each other didn’t even register.

  "Can I help you, husband?" I smiled cheekily at my mate-husband as his purr grew even louder, rumbling away like a broken lawnmower.

  “Mine,” he rumbled out softly, his fingers brushing across my pink cheeks as he bent down and leaned in to rub his nose gently with mine.

  Shifting experimentally as he nudged my thigh, I spread my legs open slowly, his thighs situating themselves more comfortably between mine. The fur on his legs tickled my inner thighs, his skin ridiculously warm compared to mine, and I shivered a little.

  "Mm. Mine.” A soft rumble vibrated his chest, growing deeper as his voice rumbled huskily.

  His hips shifted and I felt the head of him prodding me, slicking through my wetness.

  More than willing to participate, I reached out and smoothed my hands over his chest, running my fingers through the snowy white thickness. He was hard yet soft, steel over smooth, pale skin—I marveled at all the tightly bunched muscle camouflaged in fur. All that definition—all that strength, right there at my fingertips as he flexed beneath my touch.

  Veck leaned in, groaning, capturing my lips with his, stalling any further exploration on my part.

  My mate kissed me to distraction, catching the gasp on my lips with his own as he entered me.

  "Meanie.” He whispered my name reverently, giving up any pretense of being gentle as I begged for more. He gripped me tight, fingers digging in as he started pounding into me.

  I arched up and into him, loving when he gets like this—asserting himself—letting me know I’m his. This was a taking—a claiming.

  My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks in their wake as they ventured lower, raking down his back. He didn't seem to mind at all as I turned demanding on him, his grunts and growls growing louder as I told him exactly what I wanted. I clawed and bit, yanked and tugged, and still he gave me what I wanted, unrelenting as he tried to please his mate. The more insatiable I became, the more excited my big beastie grew.

  Biting my lip, I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips and dug my heels into his ass. I met my beast-husband thrust for punishing thrust.

  Thrashing about on the bed, it hit me suddenly, euphoria sweeping through me as I climaxed violently, taking him over with me.

  “Meanie!” Veck’s mouth opened wide, his long, white teeth glinting in the early morning light, and he roared, shaking the windows as he called out.

  Veck ground himself into me harshly as he snarled words in his language, his face a mask of wild beast and need. He gave over fully, pumping mindlessly as he gave into his own orgasm.

  Keeping up with his crazed pace long after his cock h
ad stopped pulsing, his huge frame trembled in the aftermath of our combined passion as his ardor slowly cooled.

  After my body settled down and my mate’s pace grew unhurried, I nudged him until he pulled out. Sighing blissfully, laying back on the bed, I plopped against the furs. Veck followed with me.

  He was careful not to squash me as we laid there intertwined for a moment, a pile of jellied limbs.

  “Mmmmm,” I practically purred. His happy rumble let me know the feeling was mutual.

  Canting my head, I smiled up at him—a sated, happy smile. Reaching out, I ran my hand caressingly over his round, furry rump. “I love you.”

  “Veck loves his Meanie-”

  And then there was a knock on the door.

  Surprised, I glanced at the door and then Veck, trying to will away the intruder on my happy time.

  Another knocked sounded, harder, more urgent. Damn it.

  Scowling at the wooden portal, the gateway to ruining my happiness, I grumbled low. Veck chuckled beside me at the un-beast-like noise.

  Putting a finger to my lips, the other to his, I whispered fiercely, “No! Just be quiet. They’ll go away.”

  Ignoring my vehement protests, Veck got up, most reluctantly, to answer it.

  Bia and Kirch, done fighting for now, pounced on the bed, each nabbing a side and tossing their own furs over me to cover up my nudity.

  The trailing hands under the furs, however, made me giggle as they bickered over who got to touch where first.

  Veck cleaned himself off quickly, pushing his foreskin back over his shaft and, with one last look that promised we’d finish this later, answered the door. I was both surprised and annoyed to realize it was Candy's man, Tarnk. I couldn't see him, but I recognized his voice.

  I tried to listen to what was being said, but then Kirch started nibbling on my neck while Bia pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately on the lips, the two of them thoroughly distracting me, and I was gone.

  “Mmmm.” I moaned quietly, reaching out to touch them in return. Twin purrs let off on either side of me.

  One set of hands roamed over my chest, plucking at my nipples, gripping my breasts as the other strummed my clit, a finger slowly dipping into my dripping channel as I squirmed between them. Those questing fingers delved deeper and I gasped in delight, enjoying their ardent love play.