The Bridal Hunt (11 page)

I'd truly thought he'd meant what he'd said when he gave me that bracelet.

And what's wrong with him and Veck? Dorothy made it a point to state that particular fact to him... 'she's Veck's mate' she'd said.

Is he just pretending to be my friend and I was too blinded by the prospect of him being a 'real' friend for me to see it?

Is that the real reason he wants to be friends? Something to do with Veck?

He said no... but...

This better not be one of those stupid male things...

You know, haha I'm friends with your mate... or some kind of abominable pissing match.

I've never sensed any kind of rivalry between them though... I'd always kinda thought they got along.

So, what is it then?

Okay, shut up, Wilhelmina,
my tummy protested, tying its self in knots.

Uncertain now and unsure, I spent the rest of my time by myself as I concentrated on my basket, hoping he didn't come back for another 'visit'.

****

When I got back to what I like to call 'the cottage', my esteem for the hut raising up to cottage when Veck put in primitive indoor plumbing,
yay me,
I noticed Veck was already there.

Gotta love a male who's willing to sit through a long, lengthy discussion with you about a shitter, then turn around and try to put one in for you.

An abominable version of one anyways.

Talk about service.

Shitter,
I smirked at my use of words, hefting my basket a little higher
. Ah, Mina, eloquent as always...

Now Veck calls it that too.

It's even funnier when he says, making me giggle and snort at him, the way he says it so casually.

You've even got the dude using words like you now, Mina, trying to learn everything he can about human cult
ure, soaking it up like a crazy, furred sponge.

He'd meant what he'd said, saying he wants to make me happy.

I'm careful around him now, making sure I don't make him think I really want something, for fear he might break his neck, bending himself over backwards, trying to do or get whatever it is for me.

He was pacing back and forth angrily when I walked in and he looked like he was grinding his teeth, his jaw was clenched so tight.

"Veck?" I asked hesitantly, setting my things by the door as I walked inside.

His head snapped around, his gaze going up to meet mine as he walked over to me and scooped me up, nuzzling my neck affectionately.

"My Meanie," he murmured against the skin of my neck, a deep rumble issuing from his chest as he ran his tongue over my shoulder, his teeth grazing it lightly, shivers breaking out all over my skin as he tickled and teased my sensitive flesh.

I giggled, gripping his shoulders and pulled back a little as he carried me over to the bed, pulling my mating fur around me securely as he pushed me down on my back, laying me down as he kept the fur wrapped tightly around my arms, pinning them to their sides.

"What are you doing?" I asked a little surprised by his behavior, wiggling around experimentally.

He could get playful at times, but he always ends things before they begin.

It's become a bit of an issue for me these past weeks, making my jumbled mind teeter totter back and forth.

Do I want to have sex with him?

Don't I want to have sex with him?

Should I have sex with him?

Why shouldn't I?

I mean, he wants me, right? And if I'm being honest with myself, I want him too.

"He put claim on Meanie," he growled out angrily, "
My mate
."

"What? Who did?" I spluttered, trying to get my mind off the whole 'sex, no sex' dilemma I've been denying.

This was the first I'd ever heard about any claiming of any kind.

"Kirch," he growled out angrily.

"Kirch?! But... but ...
he can't!"
I exclaimed, shocked at the very idea.

He placed a staying hand on my stomach as I tried to wriggle free of the constricting confines of the fur he'd wrapped around me.

I probably look like a Mina burrito right now.

A very horny one.

"Veck... what are you doing?" Laughing a little nervously, I swallowed hard.

He was taking my boots off as I started to squirm even more.

"Claiming Meanie," he stated calmly as he ran his hands softly over my feet, his thick fingers rubbing my arches expertly.

"This isn't right
, you know," I gasped, trying to reason with him, "You're doing this for all the wrong... Hey! Hands off the merchandise, buddy!" I barked, glaring at him as he ignored me and pulled my pants and panties the rest of the way off.

He ran his fingers over my wet panties, purring, then shuddering as he put them up to his nose and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as he swallowed hard.

Sure, yeah...
I was probably going to cave and practically rape my snowy man beast... eventually... but I want it because we want it, not like
this.

His eyes
opened, gleaming at me, staring at my naked lower half boldly, hotly, his gaze burning with sexual heat as he placed himself over me.

"Please," I pleaded as he ran his hands over my scalp and through my hair, rubbing me sweetly, marveling at the softness of the strands, "Please, don't do this."

Oh, it feels good.

His rough
hands handling me so gently, kneading my neck now.

Don't moan, don't moan
.

Oh, god, I moaned.

Long, loud and very much giving myself away.

He pulled back a little and regarded me with those milky blue eyes that brimmed with intelligence.

The ones I've grown very fond of.

"Meanie no want Veck? Kirch take Meanie from Veck, if Veck no claim Meanie."

"Claim me?" I whispered, lips parting, panting slightly.

He nodded his head and placed his large warm hand over my sex, cupping it as he looked back up at me.

"Never hurt Meanie," he said fiercely, sincerely, "No more mates for Meanie."

He had a bit of grow
l in his voice at that, giving me goose bumps.

I'm getting turned on by the snow man machismo, I truly must be welcomed to the neighborhood, sinking in the quick sand faster than I can navigate.

Oh, who am I kidding? I've already sunk.

"Other mates? For you or me?" I asked a little breathlessly as the hand cupping my sex developed wayward fingers that kept brushing over me teasingly, making my body heat up, despite my apprehension over everything.

"No more mates for Meanie," he said frowning at me.

"What about you? You gonna add a harem?" I questioned sarcastically, pausing at that.

He shook his head 'no' and used his free hand to put a few strands of my hair up to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"Lo dena
ii mate one," he said seriously.

"Lo de
... that's you, what you are? Lo denaii?"

I know he’s said that before, Lo denaii something or other, from time to time, but
I'd never asked him what they called themselves before, so this was all new to me and I'm really murky on all of their customs still.

"Yes, only Meanie for Veck."

"So... what you’re saying is the women have more than one mate?" I asked, appalled at the idea.

"Not Meanie." He shook his head vehemently.
"Only Veck for Meanie."

"What happened to Candy? I thought Kirch chose her for a mate?"

He didn't answer me, making me wonder what had happened to the whiny bit of blonde fluff.

Come to think of it... I haven't seen her around for a while...

Veck's chest rumbled with a deep rusty purr that vibrated against me as he pulled me closer.

I could feel his erection against my leg and I tensed.

"I don't want to have sex with you," I blurted, nervousness truly setting in.

"No sex." H
e smiled and nodded.

He got up off the bed and I let myself relax a little.

"Just claiming," he added quickly and before I could say anything else, he parted my legs and dove in at my sex, his face pushed up flush against my welcoming heat as he began eating at me voraciously, his lips and tongue lapping at my sensitive flesh hungrily.

"Veck!"

I gasped and moaned loudly, my hands gripping the inside of the blanket I was trapped in as he mastered me with his mouth.

I cried out when I felt an
orgasm coming on and he stopped. He growled viciously when I whimpered at the loss of contact.

He played with me with his fingers, teasing me just a tiny bit, until my impending climax abated and I was left with the throbbing ache of incompletion.

Veck dove in again and lapped at me eagerly, purring even louder when I pushed my hips into his face, mindless as I writhed in ecstasy, my body rising closer and closer to that elusive climax he was inciting in me. I knew it would prove to be mind-blowing.

He stopped and I whimpered again, thrashing about on the bed, my breath catching on a gasp as he started to insert one of his long, thick fingers, careful of the thicker, sharper tips that made up his finger nails.

I tried to pump myself on his slicked up digit, tried to rub my clit against his knuckle, but he pinned me down with his other hand and proceeded to tease and play with me.

"Me
anie want Veck?" he purred, grinning evilly when I wouldn't answer him right away, leaning down to lap at my clit as his fingers resumed their gentle teasing.

"Not fair," I moaned as little sparks started to build up and shoot straight to my core, my body beginning to tremble from his ministrations.

I should have known better.

This is Veck. He's not going to relent until I do.

I've discovered these past few weeks that while he can be patient at times, at others he's very adamant when he wants something.

Determined.

Like right now.

Right now,
I thought while crying out in pleasure
,
his roughened tongue rubbing my clit,
he wants me.

"Oh, Veck!"

I moaned when he added another finger and purred, vibrating against my sensitive flesh, sucking at my tight little pleasure button.

He kept it up, taking me to the brink, letting me fall down unsated, then bringing me right back up there again.

I couldn't take it anymore, my body aching with unfulfilled passion as he repeatedly brought me close to orgasm and denied me at the last possible moment, my tender parts swollen and throbbing, yearning to be filled, fulfilled.

"Veck! Please! Enough! You win! I give! Oh, god! I give!"

"Meanie want Veck?" he asked sweetly.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I shouted, arching up, thrusting myself onto his fingers.

He pulled his fingers away and studied them before he licked them slowly, sucking my dripping juices, growling viciously at the taste, eyes half lidded and heavy, full of lust and male heat.

Then h
e purred.

"Now! Before I change my mind and ask some other poor bastard to put me ou
t of my misery!" I demanded, glaring.

"My Meanie," he snarled as he crawled up my body, his eyes glowing an un earthly bright white blue as he laid himself over me.

He rubbed himself against me, sliding his shaft between my legs, slicking himself up on the wetness he found there, his chest rubbing up against mine through the blanket still wrapped around me.

"Undo this damn thing! I want to touch you!" I pleaded, writhing underneath him as I pushed myself back against him
, into him.

"Meanie," he purred against my ear, pulling the blanket off of me, pulling me up to get my top off.

I ran my hands over his chest, running my fingers through the soft, thick white fur that matted his body everywhere, marveling at all of the thick muscles that lined his body underneath.

"We shouldn't be doing this." My breath caught as I
put up a puny excuse of a halfhearted protest, moaning when he latched onto one of my breasts, his talented tongue and lips paying homage to my body, torturing my poor nipples, one by one.

One of his thick long fingers, made its way down my body, caressing my skin softly as it slipped between my legs and played at my entrance, circling around slowly before he gently placed a finger inside me, testing me to see if I was still ready.

See how wet I am for him.

He played there for a minute, pumping his finger in and out, in and out as he teased me beyond reason.