Page 123 of By the Horns
“That is too bad,” I say quickly. “Perhaps in the morning, then.”
“Morning,” Raptor agrees.
“Or perhaps just sum it up for us,” Arrod says. “He might be gone awhile.”
I hesitate. I guess we could do that, except I can’t think of anything now other than how tired I am and how very much I’d like for my pussy to be licked by my minotaur lover right about now. “Um…”
“Yeah….” Raptor rubs the back of his neck.
Kipp eyes me. He hops to his feet, shrugging on his battered shell with the ease of countless repetitions. Then he gestures at Arrod, indicating that the two of them should leave.
Oh good, Kipp gets it. I want to kiss his little lizardy face in this moment.
Arrod does not get it. He frowns. “Why would we leave? They just got back!”
The slitherskin makes a gesture that looks vaguely obscene. He licks his eyeball, points at us, then shakes his head.
“Ah.” Arrod flushes, glancing over at us. “Right. Of course. We’ll, ah, be back later.”
Kipp trots past him, making a tiny fist.
“And we’ll knock. Loud.” Arrod trails after Kipp, as if he’s reluctant to leave even though Kipp has made it obvious what our intentions are.
I should probably be embarrassed, but strangely, I’m not. This thing between me and Raptor has felt right from the beginning. He’s always made me feel good. Cherished. Beautiful. Even with bandages covering random parts of my body and my plump arse hanging out of borrowed trousers.
Raptor turns to me, that sinful grin on his face. “You think they’re gone?”
“If they’re not, they’re going to get an eyeful.”
He huffs with amusement, heading down the hall to our dorm room. Once we’re both inside, he shuts the doors and grabs the nearest sword, shoving it through the handles to prevent anyone from coming in. Then he turns a heated, almost predatory look in my direction. “Take your clothes off.”
As if I need to be told twice. I undo my pants and shimmy them down my legs, but they get stuck at my boots. I switch to my tunic, but it’s tricky to remove with just one good arm. I wriggle about for a bit and then, panting, give up. “I can’t manage.”
“Let me help.” He moves to my side and rips my tunic open. Amoment later, he’s ripping my pants off my lower legs as I stare at him, open-mouthed.
“Seriously? Raptor, I’m running out of uniforms!”
“I don’t give a fuck. You can wear mine.” He crouches down by my feet and taps one boot, indicating I should lift it so he can help me finish getting naked.
Wear his clothing. He’s insane. Raptor’s enormous, bigger than some of the other Taurians, and very broad across the chest. I’m broad in the hips and chest myself, but I’m also a short, stout thing. I imagine just how his tunic would fit—tight in the tits and with long, floppy arms—and I start snort-giggling to myself.
“I mean it,” he says, helping me out of my boots. “You can have anything of mine. Wear whatever you like or nothing at all. It’ll make me happy either way.”
Once my boots are off, I’m wearing nothing but the bandages around my bad arm. I’m glad we bathed in the hospital, because I don’t want to take this moment to go and clean up. We’ve been waiting too long already. “You’re still dressed.”
He pulls off his tunic with one fluid motion and then drops his pants. It’s the quickest undressing I’ve ever seen, and the look he’s giving me tells me he’s tired of wasting time. My gaze slides to his cock, fully erect, his knot hard and flushed at the base of his shaft. He strokes a hand down his length, and as I watch, a bead of pre-cum dribbles down the head. “You ready?”
Oh gods, am I ever. I’m breathless as I watch him. “You want me on hands and knees…or…?”
“I want you on my face.”
Hannai have mercy. That sounds like an excellent idea to me. I nod, wordless, and watch as he gets on the bed.
He lies back, his cock jutting into the air, and indicates I should come over. I approach him, considering the best way to tackle this. He’s got horns curving to the front, so I’ll have to be careful to avoid them. I touch the sharp tip of one horn. “I don’t mean to be a naysayer, but how does this work, exactly?”
“You’re overthinking. Come straddle me here.” He pats his collarbone. “You can face my cock, and if you’re good, I’ll let you suck on it.”
Those words shouldn’t have the effect on me that they do. I make a needy little sound and hop up on the bed. I’m not graceful as I climb over him, not in the slightest, but he makes sounds of pure appreciation as I awkwardly clamber onto his chest. Once I’m sprawled over him, I press my good hand on his stomach and prop up a bit.
