Page 39 of Riding A Cock-Horse
“Sex is like a marathon—you have to practice and build up stamina.”
“So, how long?”
I tug Theo to the bed, push him back down again, before seating myself in his lap andonhis dick. Reflexively, I squeeze my vag around his thick girth, eliciting a groan from the sweet man.
“Do you know Lionel Richie?”
“Erm, sure…”
“We’re going to do it like him.”
“How does Lionel Richie do it?”
I kiss Theo long and deep, thrusting my tongue to duel with his before pulling back to bounce up and down on his dick and answer:
“All night long, baby.”
“She can't be any of yours mate—she's my mate!”
Nestor grumbles this under his breath for what seems the fiftieth time, and I smirk at the naked, annoyed man. Nobody tells him to get some clothes on—because he's the Loch Ness Monster—but I think it's hilarious that the git’s sitting here in the buff, scowling about wanting his mate when she's naked with somebody else. I'm not particularly afraid of the Tertiary; at least, not when we're this far away from water. So, being the peach that I am, I decide to egg him on some more.
“I think Belle made it very clear that she doesn't want to be your mate—she'd rather be ours.” Nestor cuts me a hostile glare.
“Then, why aren't you up in that room with her?” he snarls.
I give him a feral grin.
“Because we've already fucked,” I tell him bluntly.
Just like that, I find myself pinned on my back, and the Tersh on top of me. He’s wound his hands around my neck before I can even retaliate. Harry shifts into his arse and kicks his hind leg squarely into Nestor's chest, effectively knocking him off of me. I quickly scramble to my feet, this time more prepared, thinking that at least Harry's useful for something. But Nestor isn’t attacking again—he looks almost stunned. The hoof print stamped on his chest is damned comical.
“You could have killed me!” Nestor roars at Harry, who’s still in arse form.
My cousin brays in exasperation and rolls his eyes. It turns out the Loch Ness Monster is nothing but a sook1. It's then that Belle's breathy moan pierces the air—I would know that sound anywhere.
Any man would know that sound.
It boils the blood and hardens your dick quicker than morning time. Poor Nestor looks like he's going to go insane. I decide it's time that we took a walk outside before the sad bloke combusts. Maybe the cool night air would help clear his head; as well as the fact that his mate doesn't want to be his mate.
Oh, and that she’s shagging someone else.
“Come on, Nestor. Let’s take a walk. We have to talk,” I declare, holding out a hand to help him off the ground.
Harry looks at me like I'm insane, but I wave him away. I help the Loch Ness Monster clamber to his feet, and I drag him out of the house, away from the intoxicating sound of Belle coming. Truthfully, I need to clear my head, too. It's hard to think when images of fucking her arse keep permeating my mind.
“My mate speaks of a war,” Nestor finally says when I make no attempt to talk.
“Like you never could’ve imagined,” I answer. “And our Belle is at the center of it.”
Nestor's quiet for a moment.
“That… really doesn't surprise me,” he jokes after a minute, and I chuckle.
The bloke’s only known her for a few hours, but clearly he understands that Belle is some kind of chaos that works. So, I tell him about the other Tershes and what they’ve done to Belle. Even in the dark, I can see his face filled with rage.
For him, it does not matter that Belle was human—it doesn’t even matter that she’s now a monster—none of it matters.
Because in Nestor’s head, Belleishis mate, and he’s willing to do anything to protect her.
