Page 10 of The Minotaur's Milkmaid
“Let me help you.”
I suck in a breath. Everything in me screams that I should say no. I don’t know him. I shouldn’t trust him. He stole me. He’s a Minotaur warlord, a monster, mycaptor.But I also remember the way he held my hair back when I was sick, how he's given me food, warmth, and clean clothes without touching me or forcing himself upon me. The ache in my chest is too much to bear. I would be an idiot to not accept help from him now.
I bite my bottom lip and look up at him. He's waiting for my consent. My voice catches in my throat. I can't say the words, so I just nod.
He doesn’t say anything else. Just slides himself behind me with surprising grace for someone his size. I stiffen as he settles on the furs, his legs stretching out on either side of me, but he doesn’t pull me back against him.
“Lean back,” he says quietly, his voice is like gravel smoothed by wind.
I hesitate, my heart pounding. Then, inch by inch, I let myself relax until my back brushes his chest. I close my eyes and exhale, trying not to start crying again.
“You’re safe,” he rumbles in reassurance, as if he can feel my fear through my spine.
I don’t know if that’s true, but for some reason, Idofeel safe with him, and that scares me even more.
Heat radiates off him like a hearth fire, his breath warm on my neck as his hands slide around either side of me. I shiver when his fingers brush the underside of my breasts before he finally takes them in his palms. The first squeeze is firm, almost painful, and makes me gasp. But then his thumbs press into my swollen flesh, working in slow, deliberate circles, and the relief is instant.
“Ah,”I bite my lip, but the sound escapes anyway.
Milk beads at my nipples before spilling over, dripping down his fingers. He tugs, rolling my sensitive nipples between his fingers, coaxing out more, and my hips jerk when I feel his cock harden against the curve of my spine. Every pull sends sparks through me, pleasure and relief tangled so tightly I can’t separate them.
“D-Dakar.”His name is a moan.
“Tell me to stop.”He doesn’t, though. His huge arms are caging me in as milk beads, then spills over his knuckles. The sound is obscene.
I arch, biting back a moan. Every pull of his fingers tugs at something deeper, hotter. My thighs are slick, my pulse throbbing between them. His breath hitches when I rock forward, just once, chasing the friction.
“Fuck.”His voice is raw.
I whimper again, and his grip tightens, his hands fisting my breasts like he’s stopping himself from taking me right here and—
He suddenly stops, jerking back like I’ve burned him. His breaths are heavy.
“Better?” he grits out.
No.My skin is on fire, my core clenching around nothing. But I nod, unable to meet his eyes.
A muscle ticks in his jaw. Then, “Eat.”He shoves the bowl toward me andmoves,quickly, toward the mouth of the cave.
Chapter Eight
That Mouth Could Start Wars
Dakar
The breeze outside doesnothingto cool the fire in my blood. I lean against the rough bark of a tree, gripping my cock with a groan, strokinghard, like I can punish myself for the thoughts burning through my skull.
Stupid. Weak. Pathetic.
But Gods help me, I can stillsmellher. The sweet scent of Maeve clings to my hands, my hide, myfuckingsoul. Her tits were so full, soachinglyperfect in my palms, so supple and heavy as I helped ease her pain. And the sounds she was making. Those soft, breathy moans almost seemed like she was in pleasure, not relief.
I grit my teeth, my fist working faster. I shouldn’t have left. Should’ve stayed, should’ve tasted…
No.I snarl at myself.She's starting to trust you, you rutting beast.
But my treacherous mind doesn’t listen. It paints her for me, Maeve, sprawled on the furs, her massive tits dripping with milk, her thighs trembling as she arches into my touch. Would she moan if I sucked them dry? Would she claw at my back if I pinned her down and fucked her until she screamed?
Fuck.My balls tighten, and my release hits me like a Warhammer, thick ropes of come splattering the dirt as I curse myself between ragged breaths.
