Page 13 of Bradi

Bradi forced his mouth from her body when he felt the tremors pouring through her. Her already pale skin seemed to glow with an unnatural shimmer. He stayed above her, still nestled deep in her body, watching in awe as the light seemed to encompass her.

The light moved over her body and covered his quickly. It didn’t hurt so much as it felt like someone running a million fingers over his skin. His cock jerked to life and even though it should have been sated, it wanted more. Never one to not listen to his dick, Bradi moved his hips and began to ride Marisa’s tight body once more.

She grabbed hold of his shoulders and it dawned on him that no pain followed. Glancing down, he saw that the bite mark he’d given her was completely gone. The cut on her arm was gone as well and he couldn’t sense pain coming from her side any longer.

The light around them grew so bright that Bradi had to shut his eyes. Marisa cried out and wrapped her legs around his waist. She bucked beneath him, driving herself up and his cock in deeper.

“Uh…”

The soft moan she let out left Bradi thrusting into her more, pummeling her glorious body and paying extra attention to his lower abdomen, making sure it rubbed her clit just right. Marisa cried out as another orgasm hit her. The feel of her pussy milking him was too much and he let his body release again.

“Mine,” he whispered as he filled her with even more of his seed, his essence.

The light around them died slowly. The tiny pinging noise from the system computer sounded, indicating it was at least on, if nothing else. Reluctantly, Bradi withdrew from his mate’s now-warm body.

Marisa’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him. A smile appeared slowly on her face. “I love you. Peter?”

Peter?

Bradi froze and waited for her to take it back, to claim that it was a slip of the tongue, but she didn’t. Her eyes closed slowly and he heard her breathing grow shallow.

He rolled off her quickly and sat up. Running his hands through his hair, he tried to make sense of it all.

Marisa hadn’t been awake at all. She’d been dreaming of Pete when it was his body pleasuring her. Dreaming of another man when he’d taken her as his wife. Given her his seed. His essence. A kick to the solar plexus would have been less devastating than that.

Reaching for his pants, Bradi stopped when his gaze flickered over Marisa’s legs. The smell of her blood filled his nostrils and he leaned down to find a faint line of it running down her inner thigh.

Everything clicked then. Bradi fought to keep from vomiting as the enormity of the situation hit him tenfold. He’d made love to a woman who thought he was her fiancé, who just so happened to be his best friend, and now he’d taken her maidenhood from her on top of everything else.

Could it get any worse?

He thought harder about making love to her. Thought about how he’d bitten her and how he’d said the word mine.

His stomach sank more.

He’d laid claim to her.

She was now his mate.

It had managed to get worse.

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