Page 41 of Misbehaving With Minotaurs
Silence stretches long between us as I rest on my hands, staring at her. Finally, I break it.
“You’re smart, powerful, beautiful, kind. There’s never been anyone who could live up to you. I’ve often regretted our breakup over the years. If I’d been smarter as a young male, maybe I could have kept you.”
It’s a truth I think about a lot.
She shakes her head. “There were lessons I needed to learn.” She stares off into the distance, squinting as if the memory’s almost too painful to conjure. “They were so costly, but I guess someone up above thought I needed them.”
I dip down and nuzzle her shoulder. “What could you have possibly needed to learn, Cath? Perhaps some things are just shit that happens to us.”
She sighs. “I stopped trusting so easily.”
I bring my gaze to hers. “That’s not necessarily a good thing, Sunshine.”
She lifts her eyes to mine. “No? I won’t get hurt like that again.”
“Not if I have anything to do with it,” I confirm.
Her gaze goes shuttered and unsure, but then she plasters a big smile on those pretty pink lips. Her eyes flash with need. “I’m not hungry for food, Manorin. You’ve been teasing me for days.” Gold swirls through her irises again. “It’s time tostopteasing.”
I rise with her in my arms. Turning, I stalk to the glowing green ward that forms a bubble over the entire haven, protecting it from the outside world. I press her against a tree that sits right at the edge and lift her arms over her head. Green misty magic—her magic—streams and swirls on the ward’s surface, straining toward her.
Very few monsters in our world know that Catherine’s the mother of the haven system in more ways than one. She created it and the magic that protects us.
This beautiful, powerful woman.
Dropping to my knees, I sit back on my haunches with her legs draped over my shoulders. I spread her thighs wide and stare. She’s soaked the panties through with need, her scent strongest here.
I bend forward and nuzzle at them, licking a rough path over the lace shielding her pussy from me.
She jolts and moans, the soft, needy sound tightening my cock in my sheath. It slips partially out, seeking her heat.
Another lick. Another moan.
Holding her with one hand, I use the other to pull her panties to the side, giving me space to bury my tongue inside her. I lick a hot path along the seam of her pussy, reveling in tasting her.
I didn’t realize just how much I’d missed this, missed her, until I had her in my arms again. Groaning, I lick over and over again, using the flat part of my tongue and swirling it over her clit as her cries rise, echoing through the small glade.
Something hits the ward behind us, and Catherine jolts.
Pausing, I glance to the side to see a thrall—a soul-sucking monster who’d love nothing more than to get in here and turn us—snapping and lunging at the ward. This one looks like it might once have been a shifter. It’s wolf-shaped, with that same twisted, nearly decayed look all thralls have.
It’s her magic that protects us, and it’s her magic that draws thralls to havens all over the world.
Not that many monsters even know that. No. Catherine’s power is a well-guarded secret.
“We’ve drawn a crowd,” I murmur, smiling up at her.
Her nostrils flare as she turns and stares at the thrall. But gold swirls in her irises again when she looks back at me. Seeing the danger amps her power, pushing her to protect, to serve. It’s one of the most beautiful things about what she can do.
And it turns me on. It’salwaysturned me on.
Rising, I slide her down until I can put her thighs around me.She’s still focused on the glowing ward and the pacing thrall outside it. Gripping her chin, I redirect her to look at me, loving the flash of gold in her irises as she stares hard.
I reach down and unsheathe my cock, guiding it to her pussy. In one swift thrust, I fill her, sinking deep into that impossible heat. Moaning at how good she feels, I marvel at being able to fully fill a woman with no reservations. I haven’t been able to do that with a woman since her.
She feels. So. Good.
Catherine’s head falls back, and she cries out, clenching around me, brows scrunched together in pleasure.
