Bride of Glass (Brides of the Hunt Book 2) by Jeanette Lynn

Author:Jeanette Lynn [Lynn, Jeanette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-06T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

Aloud noise, like a chainsaw going off, had me snuffling awake. My eyes felt gritty, like they’d tried to glue themselves shut while I slept. Groaning, I shifted, scrubbing at my crusty feeling eyeballs.

It took me a full minute to realize that chainsaw noise had suddenly stopped, and had more than likely come from my drooling maw. Yikes, I thought in embarrassment. But then I recalled where I was, bundled up warm and snuggly with a giant beast man who’d bound himself to me, and I gave myself a pass.

It’s been a rough bit here. More than a bit rough, I corrected dryly, it’s been mind fudgingly insane, but who was keeping tally, right?

“Definitely not me,” I muttered resignedly.

A heavy chuff to my left signaling Tokre was awake had me laughing nervously, partly in excitement, because my nutso ass was suddenly bursting at the seams happy he’d opened his crazy, wild, tar black eyeballs, and another part of me was shaking with nervous anticipation.

He’s awake, that thrumming hummingbird in my chest sang, while my head screamed, Back that shit up, girl! Whoa now!

A peek over my shoulder and my soft brown eyes blinked, my head jerking back in surprise as I found myself surrounded by wide, dark peepers pitch as black staring down at me.

He was so close our noses could almost touch, his lips pinched tight so he wasn’t breathing directly in my face.

“Rrrr-ssss-eee mnnnn,” his deep voice rumbled out softly.

No matter how hard he tried, everything came out on a growl—the male was just naturally menacing. I knew better now, and a small smile curved my mouth.

“Feeling more like your usual, bossy self, I see,” I teased. Reaching up hesitantly, I pressed my hand to the middle of his chest, giving the spot a reassuring pat.

“Tokre Rosie’s,” I parroted, making a funny purring noise in my chest that made Tokre jerk then purr back.

Falling back laughing, I chortled, staring up at his shocked face to laugh harder. His purr never faltered. I couldn’t hide how relieved I felt just to know he was well and truly on the mend. Was he completely healed? Of course not. It was only a matter of time though, and he’d be right as rain.

Tokre squeezed himself closer, until he was looming over me, his furry legs pressing against mine. A deep, happy rumble rattled his massive chest, vibrating from his chest and straight into mine.

“You heal so damned fast,” I marveled, frowning slightly when I spotted the long slash of pale white along his shoulder. I traced the spot, a thin sheen of baby fine hair already sprouting up over it. This wasn’t just the work of a good healing salve and special tea, this was a beast dude thing.

Strong fingers dusted with fur smoothed over my brow, as if to ease the harsh lines marring my face. His fingers were rough but gentle, massaging the frown lines away idly.

“Better?” I asked sweetly, wiggling my eyebrows and pointing to my forehead.

Tokre let out a short grunt of approval and his hand fell away.

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