Page 39 of Misbehaving With Minotaurs
She curls her fingers into my chest fur and strokes, her scent exploding between us.
Tonight’s the night. I know it. She knows it. It’s just a matter of time before I get inside her and please her.
We walk about five minutes, just far enough to get well past downtown. Monsters aren’t overly fussed about nudity per se, but disrobing in the middle of town might get an eyebrow raise or two.
I halt and hand Catherine the bag. “Take this, Sunshine. It’s got everything we’ll need.”
She lifts the bag over her head, careful not to muss perfectly arranged gray waves.
I can’t resist touching her. Reaching out, I twirl a long section around my fingers. “Still so soft,” I murmur. “Just like it used to be.”
She beams up at me. “I guess some things haven’t changed, hmm?”
It feels like she’s talking about more than just the texture of her hair. I hope we’ll cover that and more on our date tonight. A level set about my intentions seems in order here. Have fun. Make her laugh. Make her come. Not in any particular order. I want dates to be part of our “arrangement,” if she’ll allow me. They’re not technically against the rules as they’re still fun.
Smirking at her, I reach for my shirt and unbutton the shoulder and down one side, pulling it off my big figure. She watches me, her blush deepening as her scent grows stronger, nostrils flaring.
Gold swirls in the depths of her eyes when I reach for my jeans. Pulling them down, I step out and shove them in the pack she holds.
I’m nude in front of her again, and I love how she stares.
Gray eyes drop down my chest to my stomach, my sheath, my thighs. She trails her gaze lazily back upward, a smirk on her face. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you shift.”
“Been a long time since I did it, if I’m being honest.” I drop forward onto my hands and close my eyes, calling my power to shift into my other form.
My muscles pop and pull, joints cracking and reforming until everything’s configured four-legged style. It’s the closest I’ll ever look to a bull with hooves.
When the shift’s complete, I open my eyes and look at Catherine. In this form, my senses are sharper. I twitch one ear to listen to her heartbeat.
It’s fast but steady.
Dropping to both forelegs, I wait for her to carefully climb onto my back.
She laughs as her thighs stretch around my midsection. “If I’d known we were doing this, I wouldn’t have chosen a miniskirt.”
I join her in laughter. “I’m glad I didn’t mention it. Feels good that there’s nothing between us.”
“Well, besides my underthings,” she says with a laugh.
“Not for long,” I manage, tossing a wink over my shoulder. “Hang on, Sunshine.”
“I’ve never fallen off you a single time in my life,” she reminds me.
Turning, I walk up Sycamore, feeling for her to get settled on my back. It’s been a long time since I did this with anyone. Allowing oneself to be ridden is significant to most minotaur males. It’s not done lightly.
When she seems comfortable, a hand on either side of my neck, I break into a slow lope, heading toward the skyball stadium.
Catherine lets out a delighted-sounding whoop as I pass the stadium and head up along the twisty road toward the depths of the forest. I canter along for a solid fifteen minutes before veering into the trees. I ran the path earlier today to make sure I knew what I was in for. Worst case scenario would betripping and throwing my Sunshine because I didn’t check the path.
Rookie mistake, and I’m no fuckin’ rookie.
Five minutes later, we come to the gorgeous clearing I staked out earlier. I paid Herschel to come out here half an hour ago and leave a charcuterie setup. Looks like he did it, because there’s a pretty little picnic on a thick striped blanket.
Catherine tickles my side. “You weren’t kidding about a plan. This looks lovely.”
I reach for her, helping her slide off me as I shift back into my usual form. I’m still naked, but I plan to stay that way. “We might just be scratching the itch, Sunshine, but romance is what makes that good, in my opinion.”
She studiously ignores my comment as she looks around at the setup. I bend down and swoop her up into my arms, loving the little squeal that falls from her lips.
