Pumpkin Bride: Brides of the Hunt: A Brides of the Hunt Holiday Novel

by Jeanette Lynn

  “Mally- Mall- Female- Khri’s female- Khri’s. Mouth- Mouth- Goot- Up, Mally- Come- Come- Come to Khhhriiii.” His breaths were harsh, heavy pants, erratic, strained. My Yeti boy was breathless. “Come,” he barked out as I worked him harder and harder, bringing one of my hands in on it to work the base of him while my mouth and tongue paid special attention to the rest of him. “Come, Mally,” he garbled out. “M-m-a- Ma- Malllll- Khri- Ssssss- Gggggrrr- Argh.” The insane roar that tore from him as he shot off, coming so hard and quick I struggled to catch it all. Taking as much as I could, I eased my attentions as he began to slump.

  Dipping into the water to chase his cock as it dropped down into the bath water with him, I gave his happy friend one last lap before popping up. Pushing my hair back, I was just sitting up, finger combing my hair away from my face, when he snarled viciously.

  “MINE.” A hand found my hair, gripping it, to try and tug me up. Surprised by the action and blinded by the water still on my face, I squealed, a shriek of a squeak, startled, and popped up. Lips found mine. He groaned as his tongue stabbed into my mouth and he tasted himself. One of his teeth nipped my lip, the taste of blood suddenly on my tongue. With a deeper groan as he ate at my mouth, he sucked my lower lip into his mouth. He was wild, urging me towards him, sitting up to hover—he’d press us close to gently pull us apart. Every time our lip lock broke, he’d venture elsewhere before finding my lips once more. “Mine,” he muttered, like a mantra. With every teasing nip and kiss he planted on me, his eager chant became a reality. By the time he’d explored my collarbones and worked his way down to the taut peak of one of my breasts, I was shaking with want.

  Firm lips closed over my nipple. He growled as he carefully suckled and then laved the hardened bud.

  Cradling his head to me, urging him to keep doing that thing he was doing with his tongue that had my toes curling, one of his hands slid down my belly. He dragged a claw carefully from my navel to just above my mound. When he paused there, the pad of his thumb replacing the claw, his index finger joining in on the tease, I jerked my hips until his hand was right there.

  Using his knuckle, sliding over my slit, he growled at the wetness he found there. Wanton and willing to make an ass out of myself, or so I felt, to get just what I wanted, I began to grind down on that stub of his knuckle dipping in experimentally, his thumb finding my clit to rub it.

  My grip on his head tightened, grabbing at his locks so tight it couldn’t feel nice. I was close, so close. Lifting my leg, bracing my foot on his thigh as he knelt in the tub, I wanted to shove him off and attack him, mount the male and take us both to new heights. I wanted to come on his cock, crying out his name.

  “I want you. Khri- Oh- I- I want you, Khri. Take me. Take- Ah!”

  Khri released my breast with a wet pop, jerking me to him, gripping my hips and lifting me clean up, forcing the backs of my calves in the lip of the tub, claws digging in, to bury his face in my sex. Gripping the leg I’d had lifted before as his tongue slid free and glided over my sex, he forced my leg over his shoulder, holding me open to him. He was the only thing keeping me upright, my one legged balance precarious as he held me aloft. Grabbing his hair so hard I felt some slip free, he snarled when my hold eased up. Right. Grip him, shut up, and hold on for the ride. I could do that.

  A wild groan left him as he penetrated me with that thick appendage. I was so close it hurt. My sex was dripping with want. When my channel clenched, the action elicited a happy grumble of a rumble that had my beast lover eating me out with gusto. He was so into it, I wasn’t sure he’d heard me call out as I came, sliding over that sweet precipice, fucking me with his tongue while I ground against him, calling out his name.

  When he’d wrung out every last drop of pleasure from me there was to give, he slowly drew his mouth away. His grip loosened. Without it there to offer support, I was a boneless heap. A soft noise escaped me as I started to collapse. My beast slid his hands up my sides, allowing me to slowly slip down, angling me right where he wanted me. I saw it coming, right before we were eye level and he pressed me to his chest.

  “I can’t- I don’t- I’m still sensitive from the first-” I started to blurt, but I was already aching anew in anticipation.

  “Mine,” he crooned, nuzzling along the side of my face, down my jawline, until he’d kissed and nipped his way down the column of my throat, burying his face in my nape. “MINE,” he snarled out, right as his cock head kissed my heat. Notching the tip at my entrance, holding me there, he left me suspended, waiting.

  His nuzzling grew more amorous, until he was leaving what I was sure to find would be a big ol’ bruise. His teeth nipped hard, then harder, with each lave of his tongue and follow up love bite. I didn’t care. Leaving me stranded on his cock as it jerked at the littlest things, I wriggled experimentally, finding there was room for me to move.

  “Khri,” I gasped out, when I worked myself down onto the fat head and then some to find my beast, his hips slowly moving to allow me to glide up and down on the teasing bit he’d offered, to give me that and nothing more.

  “Mally wants Khri?” the dastardly fur ball teased, then bit a little harder at my throat.

  A short cry left me as I jumped, a deep rumble rattled his chest, followed by that insane pur, and those full lips tipped up against my skin.

  “You’re teasing me,” I sputtered, squirming to worm my way out of his grasp to find myself impaled more, his hips shunting a little harder, faster. He was shaking again, from head to toe. The torture went both ways. I wasn’t sure who was tormented more with the tease of it all.

  “Khri, please,” I said on a whimper. He was thick and hard as a rock. In this moment, I wasn’t exactly in the right frame of mind. I’d promise the fuzz nuts a kidney if that’s what it damned took to ride that sucker.

  “What my Mally want?” he purred out so loud I could barely understand the words.

  “Fuck me. Now. Please.” Yep, that was me saying all of those things. My cheeks flushed at my outburst, but I ignored it.

  His grip loosened just enough I was starting to feel the pinch of him as he just let gravity work its magic. When the progress halted, he grabbed me and his hips started to move. Locking my hands around him, digging little crescent moon shapes into his back as he slowly rode me, I wrapped my legs around him, hooking them at his lower back, and began bucking right back, hard.

  Soon Khri was the one calling out, moaning and groaning when I shifted to change positions or slowed and let him lead.

  “Tell me,” I entreated sweetly, nuzzling my way to the spot his shoulder met his neck to bite down experimentally.

  Khri let out a guttural groan and gave up all pretense of torture-teasing me to death. Grabbing my head to force it into his throat, his other hand grabbed an ass cheek hard enough it was definitely gonna leave a mark, and then he was fucking me, hard, fast, making strange noises, Yeti gone mad wild.

  “MINE. MINE. MINE,” he grunted out between pummeling thrusts. He stopped every time he buried himself to the hilt to grind down into me, until I felt every damned inch of him and another orgasm loomed, to pull back out and slam back home again. When I started to crest, riding that wave until it turned into something really good, he buried his face in my shoulder and bit down.

  I wasn’t expecting his fangs to sink deep, or that I’d come so hard with it I shouted the roof down. Groaning, laving the spot he’d just left puncture marks, he fucked me harder, until it was so damned intense the pain and pleasure mixed and I thought I might expire. I was dizzy with the pleasure of it, with each swipe of his tongue and piston of his hips as it all washed over me.

  At some point I knew he came, I wasn’t sure quite when but the evidence of his release was already starting to slide down between us.

  As the heat of the moment slowly passed and our ardor cooled, Khri sank down into the tub, taking me, clinging to him, with.

  “Mally mine,” he murmured sweetly, placing sweet little kisses along my forehe
ad as I lifted my head to stare at him. “My Mally-mine.” His purr was so loud I could see his mouth move but he was speaking too low to actually hear them. The hand at the back of my head began sifting through my hair, the one on my ass casually gripped it firmly, like he liked it and never meant to let it go.

  Still impaled on his impressive shaft, I wriggled a little. He grunted and squeezed an ass cheek, telling me without words to stay still.

  “What will you do if I don’t?” I teased, fluttering my lashes at him coquettishly, then wondering if he’d think I had something in my eye or he’d understand I was flirting.

  The kisses stopped. Pulling back to meet my gaze, he grunted and his fingers stilled in the tangles in my hair. “Make the loves,” he said with the most serious of looks, staring me dead in the eye.

  “Not much of a threat,” I chuckled out with a smirk.

  With a snort, closing his eyes, he lifted the hand on my bum to tap it. “Be goot.” His lips pulled into a wide grin when I laughed out loud.

  “Bossy.” My fingers went to his chest to finger walk their way to a nipple, then tweak it.

  His rumble, a soft kittenish purr, was back to diesel idling proportions.

  Shifting me over his magnificent sword—heh—his sword—yes, I liked that—he gently began moving again. He wasn’t rock solid like before but it wouldn’t be long and he’d be in prime Pumpkin screwing position.

  “I just don’t know if I can again,” I muttered breezily, to his snort of disbelief.

  “Sessedy mate,” he groaned as he lifted me up a little to bring me back down on that ridiculous thing between his legs that just didn’t seem to want to quit.

  “You calling me sexy, handsome?” I paused to ask him.

  “Yes,” he said simply, not bothering to stop what he was doing, leaning in to nibble at my chin and along my jaw, to notice the look of absolute pleasure warming my face. Maybe he could smell it, I realized, as his purr rumbled louder and louder again.

  “This one’s mine,” I told him, sliding my hands up the back of his nape, using both hands to bury them in and grip his mane.

  Pulling with all I had, forcing his head back, he snarled at the impediment, his lips pulling back in a seething snarl. But then my lips found his neck, playfully biting my way up the straining muscle and fat veins bulging, and then his grip loosened and his hands began to move.

  “Mally,” he sputtered, trying to regain control of the situation and failing.

  “Mine,” I muttered into the side of his throat, grinning when he snarled and purred at the same time. His hands were everywhere, gripping and shifting, his hips frantically starting to move. He either really loved this or absolutely hated it and it was driving him mad. Maybe a bit of both, I thought with a wicked grin. “You can have the next one,” I promised, as he slowly relented, scowling at the ceiling and alternately groaned to roll his eyes up in his head. Sinking down on his already turgid length, I ground down on him until he moaned, the sound loud and guttural, unhindered, then I lifted up and began to move.

  Someone was going to be walking funny come morning, I aimed to make sure it was both of us.

  ✽✽✽

  When we’d finally satisfied that itch that needed more than a scratch, we dragged ourselves out of the tub and dried off. His fur dried much faster than I would have assumed. Then, after taking care of some of those fun, basic necessities, drinking a pot of hot tea between the two of us, shuffling our way into his enormous bed, where he proceeded to encourage me to wrap myself around him, bundling me up in the sable pelt he’d gifted me, we both passed the hell out, sleeping like the damned dead.

  It wasn’t how I’d planned to spend my birthday, had I sat down and planned it out, but, man, was it the best birthday I’d had to date, absolutely ever.

  “Good luck getting rid of me,” I’d told him, right before I’d drifted off. I’d fallen asleep with his name on my lips as he gutturally responded, already drifting off, “Mine.”

  Chapter 7

  A heavy knock sounded, intruding on this glorious early morning moment. Granted, we were just laying here snuggling each other, kissing, basically petting each other, his fingers tracing my face as mine drew swirlies on his chest. I supposed this piece of paradise we’d found and I refused to leave until I absolutely had no other choice couldn’t last forever. Even if I really, REALLY freaking wanted it to. Nooo. I wanted to pout, and might have, I was too groggy with sleep to really say.

  From the deep rumble just beyond the heavy wooden barrier separating us, as if speaking quietly to someone else, I was putting my money on my ass actually groaning out loud. At least they knew their welcome at this perfect moment they were mucking up for me?

  The feminine snort that followed clued me in onto just who we’d find, should we answer the summons. Joanie. The woman added her name to the top of my shit list when she let out a barked, “Hey, you twos! Open up in there! We know you’re in there! Boog boy said he could hear you!” and then began banging on the door.

  “I hate her,” I whispered, rolling and squeezing my eyes shut tight. “I hate her so much right now.” Gripping the blanket, I slid it up over my head as if to hide from her. It muffled the noise she was making but, dang, that woman had pipes.

  “Yo, Grumpy Grunts! You made off with Booger’s lady friend. I think it’s about time you let us all in so we can make sure you haven’t boiled her up for supper or tied her to a chair until she falls for your grunting Lo de-snow-billy charms.”

  A loud chuff of a huff issued from the beast snuggled up beside me. Reaching over me, the sable pelt was snatched up and tugged up over both our heads. Grumbling under his breath, he rolled me towards him, until I was snuggled up right against him.

  Wiggling closer, cozying right up to his chest, I pressed a kiss over my beast lover’s heart. A badly muffled giggle left me when his purr kicked off at an engine rumbling start.

  “Say what now?” Joanie paused to ask someone, Booger, I was assuming unless she’d brought someone else along as well, who rumbled quietly in answer. “Argh. Barf. I am not standing out here freezing my tits off while those two play lovey kissy face. Ain’t nobody got time for that.” Louder, she bellowed, “Button it up, kiddies, Auntie Jojo’s got some business to take care of.”

  Khri and I glanced at each other from our blanket hideaway and snorted simultaneously.

  “Don’t make me get your mama, Khriiii-stopher!” Joanie called out sweetly in a taunting sing-song.

  As if that was the magical threat to get his ass moving, Khri let out a venomous growl. Muttering under his breath, he offered me one whopper of a smooch before flinging the blanket pelt off of himself and standing. Grumbling in his beast speak while I unabashedly watched those tight, bubble buns flex as he moved, he made his way across the room to his small armory that doubled as a closet. Pulling a tapestry looking length of cloth hung up over one of many cubby type areas back, he ducked, disappearing inside.

  “Should I be afraid of your mama?” I mumbled out loud, sitting up to scrub at my eyes. If it got Khri moving like that, I hated to think what she was capable of doing to me.

  Still grumble muttering, Khri came out moments later with a thick bundle in his arms. Stacks of material in pretty, rich colors caught my eye. Walking over to me, he took his time setting them down, sorting through them, holding the tied, folded material up as if he was looking for something. Going through them one by one meticulously, three stacks were set aside, the rest in another pile set away as if to put them back, he finally grabbed a dark navy blue folded up square from the last pile. Untying the twine holding it together, he lifted the material up, flapping it out. It was a dress, with loose stitching at the arms, laces up the back. Dark blue sleeves with a lighter body, I noted.

  Realizing he was offering the dress out to me, waiting for me to take it, I didn’t know what to say. “Khri, it’s beautiful,” I murmured, mesmerized by his happy purr at the look on my face.

  “Bootiful,” he
corrected with a hint of fang in his teasing smile.

  “Bootiful,” I agreed, chuckling, shaking my head. Taking his offering, my fingers smoothed over it. “It really is exquisite.”

  “Khri make,” he boasted proudly.

  “You made this?” I blurted, my fingers stilling where they’d been rubbing the material.

  “Make. Yes. Khri make.” His head bobbed in a nod. If Yeti men could smolder, Khri’s pretty peepers were at the idea of his chosen lover sporting his home-made duds.

  Intricate beadwork, a thousand tiny glass looking beads were sewn in around the neckline and hem along the belled bottom, creating a pretty pattern, like little moons repeating in a starry night sky. “It must have taken you forever. It’s- I could never make anything as nice as this,” I admitted.

  “Khri show Mally,” he offered, but then looked a little put out at the idea, as if this really bothered him.

  “I mean, don’t feel like you have to,” I stuttered out, confused by his reaction. I’m sure it was time consuming but... Maybe he wasn’t expecting to keep me around long enough to or-

  Before I could finish that thought, Khri remarked casually, “Mally make for bebehs. Chuchbuhs. Khri make for mate.”

  And before I could start popping out the questions, he took the dress from my hands and quickly shoved it over my head. My hands lifted automatically, helping him wrestle me into it.

  “Mate,” I questioned. “You said you were making dresses for you-”

  “Mally Khri’ mate. Only Mally. Khri only make for Mally-mine. Mally make for bebehs,” he grumbled out, quickly doing up the ties at the arms and then up my back, until the dress fit like it was meant for me.