Page 63 of Marked By Feral Monsters
I cut Calista off and stalk forward, forcing her back a few steps. I inhale a deep breath and release mygourah. The hum vibrates out of me, pulsating around my rib cage, then up and out of my throat. I keep the tune low, enough to feel, but not enough to influence.
Calista places a hand against my chest, her soft, small human palm flat against my stacked, furred muscle. I can smell her wet cunt. The vibration turns her on. When I press her against the countertop, caging her in and looming over her, it's doubly so.
I cannot read her mind, and yet I know what she's thinking, her dark eyes sparkling as they zero in on the place where her palm meets my body, feeling the hum. She could straddle my chest and possibly climax if she rocked herself just right.
I've unleashed a sexual deviant, I think. She's a puddle of need; distracted, even our argument doesn't deter her.
I huff a laugh. Her cheeks flush pink, and she mutters, "You can smell me, can't you?"
"It is a very pretty-smelling cunt, mouse." And it is. But she needs to understand why I'm still here. That this has become more than just the melding of two bodies. "Do you know why the minotaurs makegourah?"
"You said that word earlier… no, I've never heard of it."
I place my palm over hers on my chest, engulfing her small hand. We are so different. And yet, I know we are perfect for each other. Our kinks align, as if we were made just for each other. I just need to make her see.
I push her hand more firmly against my hum. "This vibration is thegourah. It is unique to the minotaurs. It can be a natural defense mechanism to ward off other monsters. We used it in battles, wielded like a weapon."
"How?"
"I will not give you an example, because changing the vibration for defense can be quite painful for the receiver, and Iwould never hurt you." I pause, and think again, chuckling. "At least, not unless you beg."
Her cheeks burn even brighter. The pink blood rising to the surface is lovely against her warm skin. I like embarrassing her. She enjoys being restrained, the fear, the sharp sting of a slap. Especially when she knows she's safe with me. That means more to me than anything—her trust.
"But," I continue, "thegourahcan be used in other ways." I let the vibration fall away, then swiftly lift Calista into my arms and carry her into the bedroom.
At last, I can finally explain everything.
And make her mine. Make her see that we belong together, despite our differences.
In contrast with how we met, I'm gentle with Calista. I set her down at the edge of the bed, admiring the demure way she holds herself, all prim and proper, with her spine straight, shoulders a haughty distance from her ears. It makes pulling on the tie of her robe all the more enjoyable. The thick terry-cloth robe falls open, exposing her lovely naked flesh, and she tries and fails to hold in an excited gasp.
I get down on the ground, spread her knees, and caress her soft legs, up and down, so gently, it leaves goosebumps in the wake of my touch. She's so warm and soft and delicate. I could crush her bones with little effort. In fact, it takes more effort to be soft with her, and if that isn't deep affection, I don't know what is.
"Thegourahvibrations can be used for pleasure, as you've learned. But also for something deeper. A ritual of sorts, used between mates. A kind of cleansing that rattles you from the inside."
I swallow, trying not to sniff the air, the wetter she gets. I need to be the strong one right now, so she can give in.Calista knows how good it can be between us, and she's getting distracted by the physical, attempting to grab hold of my belt.
I slap her hands away, naturally falling into scene. "Do you need me to tie you up?"
She shakes her head no. I nod once, but add, "If you can't give up control right now, I'll tie you up." I'm not trying to reprimand her, or pass judgement. I like that she wants me so badly she can barely think straight.
"But what about you?" she asks innocently, pointing to the tent growing between my legs.
I shake my head. "I need to show you what it means to be with a minotaur. What it means to be my mate. I would like to perform the cleansing on you. Will you let me?"
I see the moment it dawns on her I'm trying to share something meaningful. Ritual is important to my kind. I'm trying to explain everything I've been feeling these last few days, and after the cleansing, and we connect, she will feel me and always understand my true intentions. She will no longer second-guess herself or me.
Calista will understand that in the last week I've spent with her, I've become infatuated. More than that, the possibility of a future together is all I've been able to think about.
I adore her and all her control-freak ways, and watching her come apart for me—trusting me—has been my greatest honor. I don't take it for granted.
I think we could really build something, Calista and I.
Quietly, her dark eyes peering into mine, she tilts her chin down, and says, "Yes, Zair. To you. To all of it."
Her weighted words fill me with hope. I hum in appreciation before gently pressing her back down onto the bed. And so she lies back and looks up at the ceiling, and lets me take control.
I move methodically, unlike our usual violent, passionate lovemaking. I spread her knees again, draping each leg overmy shoulders. My bull's head is massive compared to her small human form, and I can't help but nudge the soft fur on my cheek against her thighs. It tickles her, and in reward, I receive a happy giggle. It takes Calista so much effort to let go. I'm so proud she can do it with me.
