The Bridal Hunt (Brides of the Hunt Book 1)

by Jeanette Lynn

  Smoothing my hands along his chest, brushing his pecs, my smile matched my voice as I gripped his nipple and twisted.

  "Yooow!" he exclaimed when I twisted a little more, my expression twisting right along with it, and wouldn't let go.

  Eyebrows raised, I gave him a stern look. I'd known they were up to something—I’d just known it!—I just hadn’t expected this.

  "You could have just talked to me about it, you know. I knew something was going on! You four never leave me alone. Never. And suddenly everyone is too busy for almost a week?! A week?! Hah! Do you have any idea what that does to someone who's used to gettin’ some regularly every day for the past however long? Huh? Do you?"

  "Yes." As if he knew all too well, he growled as he yanked my hand away from his tortured nipple, pinning my weapons of torture behind my back. "Tarnk know. Tarnk wait, too."

  He made his point perfectly clear by leaning me against the muddy bank and thrusting home forcefully.

  "Well, bully for you," I blurted breathlessly, grinding my hips with his as his balls pressed up against my ass. "I didn't collect or dry any more Lo denaii blossom root because I was going to tell you I was ready."

  Pausing, he released my hands, staring down at me, eyebrows lifting, and purred. "Really?"

  "Yes, really," I muttered petulantly, "but I think I've just changed my mind. Maybe I should go get some more of that magical birth control plant. Why, if you’ll just get that thing outta me, I’ll just be on my merry-"

  “No! Tarnk want baby.” Pressing his hips with mine, Tarnk grunted, his cock rubbing inside my sheath to tap that special spot that had my toes curling and all the oxygen rushing from my lungs.

  It was silly to argue like this, I supposed, my pussy gripping his raging hard-on, impaled on him the way that I was, but it hadn't quite registered to Tarnk that I hadn't made a move to hop off yet or tried to get away.

  I’ll just let him think what he wants, for now.

  My mate gripped me tight and pushed my back into the muddy, sloping ground harder. We made wet, squishing sounds, mud oozing up my sides and along my spine, water tumbling about everywhere, but I was beyond caring. Who said lovemaking wasn’t messy business anyhow?

  Leaning forward, a growl in his throat, Tarnk nipped my shoulder, using his hands to keep my hips in place as he thrust up into me. Holding me right where he wanted me, his thick cock tunneled in and out of my eager pussy.

  Water sloshing all around us, slapping at my chest, my nipples hardened. Pressing the tight buds into his furry chest, I bounced around on his cock, the chill of the air and the warmth of the water sending gooseflesh pebbling all over my body.

  I was close, so close, my legs wrapped tightly around his hips, trying to fight the grip of his meaty hands as they kept me in place. Holding me captive, torturing me sweetly, he let me know, right here and now, this time he was in charge.

  Tarnk’s breathing became harsh and choppy, his pace growing frantic. His body tightened, coiling, readying for his impending climax. I knew he was close. Soon.

  Back arching, I cupped one of my breasts and pinched the nipple, crying out as his groin slammed against my clit. Ducking his head, bending his tall frame easily, his lips latched onto my nipple as I held it out to him in offering.

  And then I let go, gripping his skull as I went over, screaming my release. Pumping my hips frantically, wresting against his hold, I tugged at his hair, urging him to suckle my breast harder.

  Giving in, I kept him held tightly to my breast as I creamed all over his cock. Growling against my flesh, hunched over me as he was, Tarnk wrenched me against him, slamming me down on him.

  A new wave of rapture overtook me, prolonging my orgasm as his mouth tugged at my nipple with harsh, drugging pulls.

  Tarnk soon shouted out, his massive chest heaving, and he pulled back to throw his head back and roar. Pinning us groin to groin as he ground himself against me, pounding into me hard enough to rattle my teeth, I’d swear the head of his shaft kissed the mouth of my womb as he spilled himself deep inside me.

  When things eventually started to cool down, the high from our conjoined orgasms fading, his movements slowed and he cuddled me close, his furred cheek nuzzling my shoulder as he inhaled deeply at my neck.

  Laving at the skin, he pulled back and cupped my face, offering me a huge, happy smile. "Mmmm, my Meanie," he crooned possessively, taking my lips ardently.

  “Yours.” Reaching up to tickle my fingers through the fur on his cheek, I smiled back.

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  "You know..." I said slowly, eyeing the mud caking my arms dubiously, flicking off a bit of crumpled leaf. "We still could have just done this in the bed."

  Lips pursing, I grimaced at a rather uncomfortable squish beneath my back. Mud truly is only fun for so long.

  Tarnk smiled, lips stretching wide, and nuzzled the side of my face, chuckling against my skin. "But Meanie can't be loud in a bed."

  "Oh?" Lips quirking, I smiled interestedly, trying to keep the laughter out of my voice. "And you like when I'm loud?"

  "Mmm-hmm," he rumbled out on a purr, his thick fingers brushing my hips beneath the water.

  "And the others?" I prompted, just when things might have grown interesting once more.

  "Yes."

  Hah! I knew it! They're all working together! He never would have vouched for the others, ever.

  The horny, possessive male would have come up with some kind of silly response, something macho, or growled in irritation at me and then tried to distract me from further thoughts of Veck, Kirch, or Bia, the jealous beastie. This just totally proves they're all in cahoots with each other.

  "Okay, guys!" I called, slapping a hand to Tarnk’s chest, giving him an arch look. "The jig is up! Come out with your hands up!" Arms crossed, I waited a few minutes.

  Sure enough, a very sheepish looking Bia, unrepentant Veck, and a rather smug looking Kirch came out from different strategic hiding spots situated around the hot spring.

  "Kirch said Meanie figure it out," Kirch announced proudly.

  Yellow eyes meeting mine, Kirch winked and ran, a flash of white fur and pale skin, jumping into the water. Flying in with a resounding splash, he disappeared as he dove in, slicing through the water effortlessly.

  Tarnk flew under moments later with a yelp and a shout, flailing helplessly as he was dragged down.

  Moments later Kirch resurfaced right in front of me. "Meanie," he purred out huskily, sidling up to me.

  "You're terrible," I chastised halfheartedly, wrapping my arms around him, fiddling with the fur at his nape.

  Accepting his kiss readily, my hands smoothed down his back, sliding down to caress his furry ass.

  Kirch shrugged as he released my lips, purring louder at my touch. "Kirch needs more princesses to spoil, and Meanie said she's ready."

  Tarnk yanked Kirch up then, sending him reeling back, and I jumped back just in time as Tarnk tossed him over his wide shoulder.

  Ducking, I squeaked as he flew past, but it was just a gut reaction, not from any real worry for personal safety. I was grateful they always had the forethought to be careful of me when they pulled stunts like that, but it still got my back up.

  Bia swam up as Tarnk and Kirch fought, neither willing to concede, hugging me to him. Lips meeting, I kissed him passionately, smiling against his lips when he slipped lower into the water, urging me to straddle his hips as he rubbed his erection against my slit.

  "Who's watching the kids?" I asked, giggling as his tongue traced my lips.

  "Mama, of course." He grinned, pulling back, his hands coasting my back to tickle up my spine.

  Poor Bia didn't stand a chance when Veck gripped him by his scruff and plucked him up, tossing him at his squabbling cousin and Tarnk.

  "Veck!" I cried, resisting when he tugged me to his chest, to stare after Bia. "You could have hurt him!"

  My mate-husband grunted in disgust. "Meanie didn't yell when Tarnk threw Kirch," he reminded, t
urning my shoulder as he gripped my hips.

  Nipping my skin playfully, he lifted me up and pressed me into him, joining us intimately with one harsh, smooth thrust.

  We both cried out at the feel of it, the intimacy of the connection, his thickened shaft thrusting deep inside my hot, willing cunt.

  A perfect fit. Veck always felt right.

  "It's different," I mumbled against his chest, nuzzling the spot where his heartbeat thumped loudest. "Kirch doesn't have a brain to damage in the first place."

  Veck chuckled, lifting my chin to bend down and kiss my lips eagerly. "Love you, wife," he said earnestly, his heart shining in his beautiful, milky blue eyes.

  "I love you too, husband," I told him right back, reaching out to caress the fur on his chest.

  The wild thumping beneath my fingertips at those simple words always sent my heart aflutter.

  "Meanie has other mates, but Meanie holds Veck's heart and Veck held Meanie's first."

  "Yes. Yes, you did," I agreed.

  "Meanie saves best for last," Tarnk added from his headlock with Kirch, sneering at Bia as Bia splashed his face.

  "Pfft." Kirch snickered from Tarnk’s armpit, growling when Tarnk tried to tighten his grip. "Meanie likes Kirch's..."

  "Yeah, we get it! You're hung. No one cares. Shut up," Bia cut him off, splashing Kirch in the face before jumping back.

  Glancing over his shoulder as Kirch snarled indignantly, cursing his cousin in Lo denaii, Bia grinned at me and winked, letting me know he wasn't worried where he stood with me at all. He knows I love him.

  "I love all of you," I said honestly, and I meant every word.

  "I hate to break up the love fest," Dorothy chirped, interrupting our little private moment as she entered the clearing.

  Scanning the pond, she glanced around, waiting patiently until I slid off Veck and was sufficiently covered to step forward, smothering a smile.

  Ducking down as Bia retrieved my dress, I accepted it when he handed it over and quickly threw it over my head.

  Turning back towards the house, Dorothy jerked her chin. "Come on," she called out, and three little babes toddled happily after her. "These three woke up and tried to sneak out of the house, multiple times. With all the racket you five were making out here, I'm guessing they felt left out of the party," she explained, winking for effect, chuckling.

  Veck looked to me and growled out quietly, "Later, wife." His tone brooked no argument. My mate-husband was promising his woman one wild night.

  "Definitely," I purred right back, offering him a quick kiss.

  "Mama! Daddies!" Our three little ones cried happily as they held out there arms, waiting for us to come get them.

  They said it again, this time in Lo denaii, and their proud daddies preened.

  I grinned as Veck scooped up Zeb and held him close, laughing when Zeb splashed the water’s surface and giggled. Little Zeb had a short pelt of white fur, with light brown bits of color mixed in—the same milky white blue eyes as his father.

  Kirch held out his arms and Berk the Fearless, my little wonder baboon, jumped right in. I held my breath as he leapt through the air, waiting until Kirch caught him and rolled him gracefully, holding him out so he could kick around and pretend to swim, to breathe.

  Berk was so much like his daddy it hurt—a fact I was quick to remind Kirch of. Headstrong, bossy, and stubborn, he was also funny and sweet, with the brightest yellow eyes rimmed with green you'd ever seen—the same sea-like green as mine. From head to toe, his fur is the same snowy, fluffy white as his father’s, and while Berk inherited the same wild mane of whitish blonde hair from Kirch, his was definitely more golden.

  "Mama!" Charlotte cried out happily from Bia's arms. "Look! Look, Mama! I simmin'!"

  "Yes, you are, sweetheart!" Clapping, I cheered as she kicked and splashed around excitedly, an exact miniature of me except for Bia’s beautiful blue eyes.

  Tarnk came up behind me then as I watched our little family wonderingly, wrapping his thick arms around my waist.

  "So," I began conversationally, "what do you want more? A boy or a girl?"

  He purred and nuzzled my neck. "Anything Tarnk gets from Meanie, makes Tarnk happy."

  "Smart male." I chuckled, leaning back against him. Thinking about that for about a minute, stroking the hair on his arm absently, I angled my head to stare up at him. "Bia told you to say that, didn't he?"

  "Yes," he said honestly, and I burst out laughing.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Jeanette Lynn lives with her Incredible Hunk, beyond awesome kiddos, and slightly eccentric terrier mixes. She enjoys dressing up as a pirate—peg leg, eye patch, talking parrot, beard and all—and terrorizing the neighborhood. *cough* *cough* kidding *cough* Argggh!

  Oh, and she loves a good happy ending.

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  BOOKS BY JEANETTE LYNN

  Cosmic Soul Mates Series

  Stellar Proportions

  Book 1

  Out Of This Orbit

  Book 2

  On Her Axis

  Book 3

  Collide

  Book 4

  Book 5-To Be Announced

  The Brides of Mordenne Series

  A Mate To Match

  Book 1

  In Her Eyes

  Book 2

  Queen Of His Heart

  Book 3/Release date to be announced

  Serendipitous

  Jingle Belled And Mistletoed

  When She Least Expected It

  Book 3/Release date and title to be announced

  Other Books

  Pick Your Poison

  The Toll

  Just Her Luck

  The Bridal Hunt

  Of Another Dimension

  Tails of Mordenne

  (A Brides of Mordenne spinoff)

  Coming Soon

  Caste Iron Heart

  No Good Deed

  Queen of His Heart

  Bride of Glass

  Another book from Of Another Dimension

  Cosmic Soul Mates Book 5

  Book two of The Others

  (The Toll is book 1)

  Book one in The Elemental Series

  Book one in Sons of Ornthren

  Cursed

  (Book 2 in the Tales of Mordenne- A Brides of Mordenne spinoff)

  And much, much more as my warped little mind thinks them up!

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