Page 37 of Riding A Cock-Horse
“You better not hurt a single hair on Belle's head! And if she says no—”
Nestor steps up into my personal space.
“What are you going to do about it, little fish?” he sniffs.
But before I can even answer, Belle is squeezing in between us, stabbing Nestor in the chest savagely with her finger.
“Don't you call him a little fish! He’s a magnificent, beautiful, slippery dick, and I love him!” she professes softly.
Nestor's eyes enlarge at the same time mine do.
“You love me?” I gape, completely gobsmacked by her confession.
Trying to be nonchalant, Belle shrugs.
“Well, you know, I love all of you—you four are pretty easy to love. The truth is, you all need it so badly because your fucked up hierarchy has made you its bitch. Your world says you’re not good enough, but not me. I see how special, wonderful, and unique you all are. I love that you have always accepted me, always supported me.” Belle turns to look at Nestor as she continues. “I don't care if everyone says the mating bond is unbreakable—if you can't see them as equals, then we willneverbe anything together.”
The Loch Ness Monster gnashes his teeth together, clearly not used to being told what to do, but Belle isn't budging.Well,I mentally amend,she's wiggling a little. Purposefully, too, I think. Her arse shimmies against my aching dick, making me wonder if this is conscious or subconscious.Even when being serious, the Yank’s a little tease.
Jude places her hand on my shoulder, pulling my attention away from my rapidly tenting pants.
“Give Nestor time. You have to understand that we live in a different world—a very prejudiced world, I admit—but we've been raised to show deference to him as he’s been raised to look down on us. It'll take time to change that.”
Belle gives the Tersh one last glare.
“Well, if he ever wants anything from me—even as simple as a friendship—he better figure it out quickly.” She turns to Arthur, “Where is your uncle so we can do the mating ceremony?” Arthur chokes.
“I told you, lass… it's just not that easy.”
“Well then, we can at least just do the consummating part!” Belle grabs my hand. “Come on, Theo, let’s go!”
I look over at the others in shock, not really understanding what the hell just happened.
If I'm not mistaken, I think it's about to be my wedding night.
Ilead Theo upstairs to the bedroom given to me by Arthur’s family. My slippery dick seems a little tense, and I realize that I am, too. Clearing my throat, I make this confession. Theo’s eyes widen.
“Why are you tense?”
“Because I haven’t orgasmed in over a day—that shit is seriously unhealthy for you!”
Theo chuckles.
“Should we, uh, rectify that?” he offers shyly, and I could just eat the man up.
“Yes, please,” I purr. “Let me slip into something more comfortable.
With the subtlety of a stripper, I take off all my clothes before pushing Theo down on the bed and lying down on top of him. His breathing is fast and erratic.
“Er, Belle, I don’t really know how to do this…”
“What?” I ask, baffled. “Fuck?”
Theo swallows thickly and looks away, his blond hair covering his expressive green eyes.
“I’m a virgin,” he mutters in embarrassment.
I feel my jaw drop at his words.
