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NATALIE
I’ve never been a sexual initiator. Or sexually adventurous. Or quick to engage of any kind of intimate activity. I’ve absolutely never done things the first night I was with someone. And it goes without saying that I’ve never been with a Minotaur.
If all of this were a dream, it would be the wildest, best dream anyone could have. But it’s real. I’m naked with Constantine and our kiss is about to become a whole lot more.
“Natalie.” The way he says my name sends warmth to every cell of my being. “So beautiful, my perfect one.” He slides one thick, powerful arm around my back and pulls me flush against him, then dips down to kiss me again. His mouth is much bigger than mine, but our lips fit together as if they were meant to.
I run my hands all over him, sparks skittering through me as the short fur covering most of his body tickles my palms, my breasts, and every other bare, sensitive part of me. I’m being thoroughly and properly kissed by a monster. His tongue is long and broad and should feel like too much when it strokes into my mouth, but it’s perfect. Warm and tickly and firm. Each kiss, each sweep of his tongue, tightens the longing tug between my legs. The achy emptiness I’m desperate for him to fill.
But that cock… holy hell, that cock. I could barely circle it with both hands. And it’s so freaking long. There’s no way it can fit inside me. But I want it to. God, I want it to.
The couple in that video had no problem fucking. That Minotaur wasn’t as thick as Constantine, but he was still huge, and the woman didn’t just take it—she took it like, well, like a porn star.
“That video,” I say, breaking our kiss. “The couple, do you think they’re bonded, or just having sex?”
“They’re mated.”
I pull back a little more so I can see Constantine’s face. “How do you know?”
“Their bio was in the video description.”
God, he’s cute. Massive and sexy, yes, but cute. “You’re probably the only creature on the face of the earth who reads the video description on a porn site.” I squeak when he scoops me up into his arms. The position puts his arm directly under my ass, his fur teasing between my legs as he strides to the bed.
I expect him to lay me out, but instead, he sits me on the edge, parts my thighs, then drops to his knees between them. I can’t even remember the last time a man voluntarily went downtown. I do know it wasn’t in a fully lit room. And never like this, with me sitting up, watching. Yet I’m not the teensiest bit self-conscious. When he leans in, takes a deep breath, then one of his bullish huffs wafts over the place I want his mouth, I feel desired more than I ever have before.
Fire blazes in his amber eyes as he takes my hands and brings them to his horns. “Grip me hard and pull me in. Ride your bull’s face until you come.”
Oh. God. He’s so dirty. And it works. It so works.
His horns are hard and coarse against my hands. I tighten my grip pull his face closer to my pussy. Eyes on me, he drags that wide black tongue across my sensitive pink flesh. I gasp at the immediate rush of need he stokes, pulling him tighter against me to get more. And he gives it.
My head falls back as his tongue burrows inside me, wiggling and thrusting, pressing against places that make me moan and squirm. Holding his horns, I rock against his face to take his tongue deeper, to feel his nose press against my clit. Squelching wetness and ravenous slurping fill my ears and I almost come from the deliciously dirty sound of being eaten out by my Minotaur mate.
He’s my mate, and god, I am so his.
Would it work this way? The bond? Eyes closed, I open my mind to him. Clear away everything except him and me and the way he’s making me feel. Warmth like before flows through me, and then he’s there, in my mind.
Suck my clit.
His mouth rumbles against my pussy, then his tongue slides up to my clit, circling, circling, before he sucks it hard enough to send me over.
Moans and squeals and babbled curses fly out of me as I jerk and writhe against his face, coming for what feels like forever. When I can’t take any more, I let go of his horns, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps suckling. Circling. Nuzzling. Until I’m coming again, this time long and gently, like a rippling wave.
My perfect one.
The words in my mind are as clear as if he spoke them aloud, and I snap my eyes open to find him watching me. He lavishes one last, long lick before rising between my legs.
“I heard you again,” I whisper. Zero shyness about what we just did, but my heart is racing because of hearing a few words through our bond. A connection I initiated—while his face was buried in my pussy.
“I heard you too.”
“I kind of figured, since you immediately did what I thought.” My face must be the color of a fire engine. “Sorry that the first thought of mine you heard was a sex command.”
His deep chuckle makes all his muscles dance. His cock too. “I welcome your sex commands anytime, mental or spoken aloud, but that wasn’t the first time I heard your voice in my mind. Before we answered the door earlier, you thought, I’m certain I want you.”
“I didn’t think you heard that. You didn’t tell me.”
“Your cousin was trying to beat the door down at the time, then we never circled back to it.” The way he looks at me while stroking my face makes my heart want to beat its way right out of my chest.
