Page 55 of Misbehaving With Minotaurs
She’s lost, though. Lost in chasing her pleasure. Eyes rolled into the back of her head, she sinks on and off me in the freezing water until I don’t feel the cold at all. There’s nothing but her sheathing me inside her, taking every inch of my substantial cock and milking me for all I’m worth.
I let her keep control until her cries ring out over the water. Then I bring both hands to her hips and thrust, jolting her off my cock and slamming her back down. She clamps tight around me, her pussy sucking at my dick until I see stars. Her pleasure unleashes me, and I ravage her, obsessed with how her breasts rise and fall in the water with every thrust.
I fuck her until she tightens and pauses, a low moan tumbling from her lips. Then they curl back into a vicious snarl as she draws in a breath, then two, then three, rapid-fire. And then she explodes, arching high and hard against me as shethrusts her breasts into my face. Her pussy flutters in great big waves, dragging an orgasm from me that has me roaring my pleasure into the scant space between us.
Pleasure drags on as the rollercoaster of her bliss milks seed from me until I’ve got nothing left to give. After what seems like an hour of coming, she slumps against me, forehead pressed to mine. Her fingers slip from my nose ring as she groans in my ear, her breathing harsh and ragged.
“Nor, I…” She falls off with a laugh as her teeth start to chatter. Shimmying a little, she plants a string of tender kisses on the end of my muzzle. “That damn cold crept back in faster than I expected.”
I was seconds from telling her that I’m fucking falling for her. But I can’t have that conversation when my woman’s freezing. Grinning, I reach down and pull my cock from her slippery, hot channel. I run my fingers through her folds, cleaning her even as she hisses. Then I carry her back to the rocky beach and tongue-bathe her dry until she’s grabbing my horns and commanding me to put my tongue somewhere else.
“You gotta be shitting me.” I stare into my nephew Alarion’s bright blue eyes, shocked at how much he’s changed since I was last home. He’s bigger than ever, almost bigger than me, packed with muscle. The same dark spots litter his broad, thick horns.
The difference is how jittery and on edge he is. He was always a quiet, slow-to-anger calf. As we stand in the forest on my property, squared off like we’re about to fight, the difference in him is stark.
He runs a hand through his chocolate waves, looking everywhere but at me.
“I don’t wanna fight with you, Uncle Nor. The ophiotaurii are doing important work and?—”
“That so?” I quirk a brow up. “‘Cause I heard they were stealing cattle and sneaking out into the human world. What could possibly be so important about that?”
He grits his jaw so tight, I swear it’ll crack. When he lifts his chin, I suspect I won’t get anything out of him. So far, he’s been short on detail around why he’s even hanging out at the ophiotaurii den in the first place. That chimera breed is typically antisocial and solitary as a species. They pick a territory and don’t venture out of it. It’s weird how he even got mixed up with them. They’re far more like their snakelike ancestors than their minotaur halves.
“I want you to come back to Ever with me,” I say when he doesn’t respond to my earlier comment.
Bright eyes narrow, and he shakes his head. “Naw, Nor. I’m a grown-ass male, and I don’t need babysitting in that tiny little haven. I’m not leaving, and you and Daddy can’t make me.”
“Listen to yourself,” I growl. “You sound like a petulant child. Is this really how you wanna play things? Just come back with me for a couple weeks. We’ll hang out while I’m interviewing, and if you wanna return home after that, you can. I strongly suggest a change in perspective.”
His brows knit together, his expression almost desperate, but it’s there and gone so fast I wonder if I imagined it.
“Naw,” he repeats. “I gotta go, Uncle Nor. They need me.”
“Go, then,” I say softly. “But consider my offer even if it’s just for a short time. And consider that Bishop Rygold’s gonna come out of his stone sleep in a day or two, and word has it he’s gonna rain hells down on your crew for whatever the fuck they’re doing.”
“Wouldn’t happen if we had a good keeper,” he grumbles.
“We’ve never been able to keep a good one,” I remind him. “Not everyone’s cut out for these wide-open spaces and all thequiet. I think you gotta grow up here, and nobody’s ever tested positive and come back home.”
“I know.” He turns from me, giving me a view of his broad back and long, powerful horns. “Good to see you. Travel safe.”
I stand in utter silence as he stalks through the trees, crossing the dappled grove where my statues stand. He doesn’t bother to look at them as he passes. It’s disrespectful, and I’d shout about it, but all I’vedonethis morning is shout at him.
Last night with Cath was perfect. Beyond perfect. This morning, not so much. This shit with Alarion started my day badly. I can’t help my nephew if he doesn’t want it, and apparently he and my brother aren’t even on speaking terms.
I lift my comm watch to call my sibling and chat about the Alarion convo, but unfortunately, our call devolves into a one-sided screaming match with him shouting and me waiting for him to calm down enough to talk about it.
By the time I’m free to ring Rip Shorthorn, I’ve got a headache building behind my eyes.
Catherine’s sleeping in, so hopefully I’ll be done with this family maintenance craziness by the time she’s up. I miss the days of my father being around to manage Alarion. They always had a special relationship, and when he died, it tore our family up.
Rip picks up on the first ring. “Longhorn, get somewhere private, if you would.”
Fuuuuuuck.
I look to make sure nobody’s around, although nobody would be, not out here.
“Listen,” I start. “I spoke with Alarion just now and?—”
