Chapter 25: Snap!

Junko:

“Time to bring “My Bride” home.”

That condescending, dark laughter echoed through my head, rocking back and forth hugging my knees in the dusty blue suede chair casted in a soft blanket of moonlight.

The bay was coated in an eerie glow as the ice chunks, shifted and crashed into one another as my heart flopped then sank with each heart wrenching laugh.

“Jun, baby, come back to bed.” Dirk grumbled huskily as he tossed back the covers with a tilted grin.

Smiling at his groggy eyes as they looked at me with love, and concern, sitting up in his red flannel pajama bottoms hugging low across his muscular hips.

We both filled out over this past year with the help of Lana and Lena’s home cooking, always trying different receipts and making a family cookbook for when Onyx and the babies arrived someday.

“Someday.” I sighed softly as the hot, stinging tears prickled at the corner of my eyes.

Dirk slid from bed, dropping to his knees with a confused expression as he scooped me into his lap on the floor.

The dam broke as his warm, strong arms wrapped around me, tucking his head against my neck. His body tensed slightly as my sobs grew in intensity, rubbing my back in soothing circles as he stood slowly from the floor.

“It will be okay. The guys seem calm at the moment and something else I can’t quiet figure out at the moment.” He spoke calmly against my ear as the soft flannel sheets swept along my legs in a warm, soothing sensation as the burning tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

“I-I miss…her.” I managed to get out between shaky breaths as Dirk pulled me firmly into his chest as he covered us with the over-sized comforter.

A Dragon with their Fox guide was more than a partnership, it was like another “mate” bond between Dragon and Fox because of the destined bond sent down by the Gods.

My heart ached for my friend, and Dragon but was soothed by the mate bond with Dirk and his Dragon bond with the “Trouble Three”.

It wasn’t enough.

“I know this year has been torture to you but believe in your bond with Onyx and everything will work out.” Dirk spoke softly as his thumb circled along my hip, releasing a heavy exhale as his lips brushed gently along my forehead.

Torture was an understatement.

Inhaling deeply as my tears slowly dried, and my erratic breathing steadied as Dirk soothed me into a gentle sleep, smelling mint and coco.

~~

The sun peaked softly over my closed eyes as a heavy swirling sensation filled my heart like I was running for the first time in my fox form, jumping over fallen debris, diving in and out of snow drifts.

Exhaling deeply as I rolled over, smacking Dirk in the face with a soft grunt as his eyes peaked open with a goofy smirk.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry.” I laughed softly as I cupped his chin, where a small red mark appeared.

His hand grabbed my wrist, playfully biting it as he rolled over to his back sliding me along his lean, sculpted chest. My breasts squished from the top of my tank, feeling his morning “Hello” poking into my hip as his lips brushed along mine with a devilish smirk.

“Morning breath.” I pulled back, covering my mouth as his grin grew darker with his eyes filled with lust.

“Fine.” He grumbled with a dark purr as he flipped me over his shoulder, sliding from the bed with a steady foot into the bathroom.

“Dirk! Dirk put me down.” I laughed lightly with a serious undertone as I slapped his ass cheek covered in the red flannel material, making his ass look even sexier.

A solid, open palmed smack rocketed my body into overdrive as it circled the spot stinging from the heat. Staring at my flushed face and messy hair in the mirror as he reached into the shower, adjusting all the shower heads before setting me down on the warm tiled flooring.

That weird swirling grew stronger as my playful, submissive self, pulled back like an imaginary piece of paper tearing between “Good” and “Bad” fading into a savage, lust driven dominant.

Pushing back from Dirk’s shoulder with a dark guttural purr, surprising the cute, cuddly Dirk with a steady push against the shower wall, demanding his embrace.

“Jun.” Dirk whispered exhaled, smacking his cheek shushing him.

“No speaking. Understand?” I commanded with a fierce glare, stepping back as my finger trailed down his chest, pushing back with a dark smirk.

“Jun?” Dirk tilted his head with a dark smirk as my hand silently pulled the hand towel from the wall bar.

Questioning me are we?

A quick snap of the towel across his stomach, got my point across clearly as his brows pitched into a dark scowl. Halting his step forward with my finger ticking back and forth, feeling my lips curve into a sinister smirk.

“Stay. I’ll be right back.” I pointed to where he stood as I slipped into our closet, grabbing a black silk scarf, and one of his belts.

“Strip!” I shouted from the closet as I slipped my tank off, leaving just my pajama bottoms with pink flannel.

Stepping from the closet with the belt draped over my shoulder and the scarf hanging loosely from my hand, like some kind of kinky Harley Quinn with her tits swaying softly with her stride.

What was wrong with me?

A brief flash of panic quickly consumed by a dominance to show I could handle myself, and all the pain I had endured.

I like it!

Another wave of swirling sensitivity as my body tingled with awareness. Like the first time I was summoned by Zek to patch up a matted, purple haired woman with the deepest onyx orbs I had ever seen.

Onyx! I shouted silently as our connection ignited into a steamy, dominant huntress.

Watching as Dirk’s eyes darkened, sliding the last inch of his flannel pants from his foot as his grin grew in radiance. Trailing my finger down my side along my rid cage, sliding my hand between my legs, feeling the raging inferno burn my flesh through the flannel material.

“Stand straight.” I commanded as I cracked the belt against the tiled floor, pacing slowly as he snapped to attention with his erected, meaty mass.

Walking around him, snapping the scarf between my hands tautly as his eyes followed me with an animalistic gaze.

Flipping the material over his face, making sure his eyes were covered. His body shuttered against my breast as it slid along his taut back muscles as I tied the scarf tightly, pulling back with a warning grunt.

“Good boys receive rewards; Bad boys get punished.” I hissed along his shoulder, circling around to his well-sculpted chest, thanks to the trio training with him.

“Jun.” Dirk asked with a curious smirk, laced with uncertainty.

“I said no talking.” I growled lowly as my hand grabbed his balls firmly but softly to not hurt him with a surprised jolt against my touch.

“Tsk. Tsk.” I laughed lightly as the shower billowed heavy clouds of steam, casting a heavy blanket of haziness.

Snap!

The belt sounded sharply as it grazed along his stomach, leaving a soft red welt with a deep hiss. His fangs pointed sharply under his lip with a firm tick along his jaw.

“Yes.” Dirk growled lowly as his meaty shaft twitched with a quick jerk, indicating his arousal was strong.