Page 37 of Bradi

Chapter Sixteen

“What do you think you’re doing?” Marisa demanded as he plopped her down on the bed gently.

“I thought that would be easy to see. I am about to make love to my wife.” Bradi kicked off his boots and pulled off his pants. The urge to be inside her was too great to bother with a slow seduction.

Marisa’s mouth opened. Spotting an opportune moment, he leaned down and kissed her. Her fighting stopped and she kissed him back. Her mouth tasted so sweet that he didn’t want to break the kiss, but needed to in order to get her undressed. He could have ripped the gown off her, but Nina had warned him that women did not take kindly to having their clothing torn to bits.

He grabbed hold of Marisa’s gown and she smacked his hand. “Bradi? Have you lost your mind? You haven’t even looked at me for close to two months and now you want to get me naked?”

“Oh, woman, I’ve looked at you. I’ve done nothing but look at you. I am tired of standing in the background, worried about what you think of me. I see you accepting Lorelei and Nina, and hope that you can accept me too.”

Marisa snorted. “Why wouldn’t I accept you? Did you hit your head or something?”

Bradi put his hand out and let his claws spring forth. Marisa rolled her eyes. “Was that supposed to scare me?”

“Does it?”

“No.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m a monster?” Bradi closed his eyes, afraid of her response. He was a soldier, a trained killing machine, but the thought of Marisa rejecting him did what no enemy had done before—it scared the hell out of him. He’d gladly face down a legion of charging alien armies before having to force Marisa to acknowledge what he knew was coming—she wanted to leave him.

He felt the light touch of her hands on his face, and then her soft lips on his. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and grabbed the back of his hair. He began to wrap his arms around her and stopped when he remembered that he was partially shifted.

Groaning, he backed them up and lowered their bodies to the bed. He needed to be in her. To bury his cock in her silken depths and release everything he’d been holding. It’d been too long since he’d found release in her and his body couldn’t go without it any longer. “I need you, Doc.”

She moaned and lifted her arms above her head. Easing the gown off her, Bradi let his gaze travel over her luscious body. Her nipples seemed a bit darker now than when he’d last seen them, and her lower abdomen had the tiniest of swells to it. He ran his hand over it and kissed her lips.

Mine, he thought possessively.

“Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to finally fuck me?”

Marisa’s choice of words hit him hard. His cock responded painfully, aching to be inside her. He dropped his pants to the floor and eased over her slowly. Pushing his knee between her legs, he spread her open. The sight of her neatly trimmed curls nearly brought him to his knees with lust. His cock had a navigational system all its own and centered itself in the entrance to her heated core.

“So wet. So ready,” he whispered.

“So wishing you’d fuck me already.”

With that, Bradi pushed into her slowly, allowing her tight channel time to adjust to his size. She gripped his arms tightly and he smiled when he felt her nails digging into his flesh.

“Bradi, stop. I don’t think it’ll fit…in there.”

“Oh, it’ll fit, baby. Trust me.” Dropping his head down, he captured Marisa’s mouth. Timing it just right, he thrust his tongue into her the same time he pushed his cock in to the hilt. Marisa cried out in his mouth and he quickly began to work his body in and out of hers. Her pussy held him tightly and with each pass, he felt her relaxing more and more. Soon, he pumped into her and she responded with throaty moans.

“You feel so good, Doc. So good.”

She grabbed his ass and pulled on him. “Oh gods, Bradi…oh…yes, oh yes.” Her body milked him and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Wanting to share in her orgasm, he let himself go, spilling seed deep within her.

Marisa stilled beneath him—and then jerked to life. “Pull out!”

“Why?” he asked, feeling sated and serene as the last of his semen filled her.

“I told you that I couldn’t have the shots, remember? Bradi, I’m not on birth control.”

He licked her earlobe and laughed softly. “Doesn’t really matter now.”

She pushed harder on his chest. “Get off! I can get to the infirmary and do a cleansing before your semen has time to take.”

Bradi’s brow furrowed. “You would wash me from your body?”

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