“Promise.”
She grinned wide. “Then prove it.”
She felt his cock thunder hard with his raging pulse as it strained to full attention once again.
“It would be my pleasure,” he replied, more than happy to prove it over and over until they could both take no more.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Margot lay on the shore in Braxxos’s arms, the pair comfortably sprawled on a soft, hand-woven blanket he kept stored in their hidden refuge. They’d done all manner of things with one another, paused to eat or drink, then done it all again and again.
Finally, they dozed off, the human woman so tiny in the massive beast’s embrace.
When she woke, Margot found herself covered in tufts of thick hair. It was all over the place, she realized, just as she noted that as they slept Braxxos had returned to his regular form. The only hair on his body was what was normally there atop his head, the beast’s shaggy locks present no more.
He sensed her wake and roused himself, turning his loving gaze upon her.
“Hey,” he said, leaning over and kissing her forehead.
She picked up a handful of hair with a questioning look. “Is this normal?”
He chuckled. “Yes. What comes with the transformation leaves with it.”
“So, you shed every time?”
“Yes. Annoying, perhaps, but when it happened more frequently in times of particular duress, I collected the hair, washed it, and used it to stuff cushions. I did not wish to leave it for a hunter to discover. It would lead to far too many curious eyes near my home.”
“So, you used it for arts and crafts?” she asked with a chuckle.
“I suppose you could say that.”
“Wild. The whole thing is. I mean, you actually Hulk out and change. I don’t know how it’s even possible.”
“Many strange things are possible given the right circumstances. My condition is merely one of them.”
She ran her hand over the almost fully healed scar where the arrow had gone right through him. It looked like something he maybe did to himself as a kid, that was how faint the scar was.
“That’s amazing, you know. The healing thing.”
“Ah, that. Yes, I heal fast, but when I am changed, the effect is far greater, as you have seen firsthand.”
“Lucky.”
An odd look flashed across his face. “Not lucky, no,” he said softly. “But now you and I share blood.” He glanced at the bandage that had fallen from her during all of their energetic love making.
She looked at the wound and realized that, while it was not totally healed like his, her injury was essentially where it would be a month or two out, not a mere day. It was impossible. But then everything about this world seemed to fit that description to her human eyes.
“I’m healing.”
“Yes.” He reached out and lazily traced the faintly glowing lines of her Infala rune, his touch making her body heat up involuntarily despite being utterly tapped out. His own brightened in response.
She rested her hand on his chest, the heat of his Infala warm to the touch. “What does it mean?”
“It means that we are heading down a path I never thought I could walk.”
“I don’t understand.”
“We are not quite there yet, but there is no denying what is happening between us. Our Infalas will soon match. And when they do, we will be bonded forever. Truly united, our runes linked as one.”
