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“This is all so surreal. I can’t believe any of it is really happening.”
“Do you wish it wasn’t?”
“I have no regrets.” I smile up at him, happiness blooming inside me like the most beautiful flower. No more denial. I want this. I want him, even though I have no idea how to make it work, long term. That’s something to worry about another day. “Is that normal, hearing your mate’s thoughts so early and easily?”
“Honestly, it’s unexpected, with you being human. But it would seem it’s normal for us, and I welcome it.”
“It freaked me out the first time, but… I like it.”
“That makes me very happy,” he says, dipping down to kiss me.
Tasting myself on his lips and tongue strikes a match inside me. “Keep kissing me,” I say. “I want to try again, like this.” It’s trickier this way, but as we find our kissing rhythm, I relax and open the door in my mind.
He’s right there, his mental presence as big and warm and addictive as his physical being.
Can you hear me? I want to taste you again. Feed me your cum.
The kiss ends with his rough rumble vibrating through me. Heated gaze locked with mine, he guides both my hands to his cock. “Stroke me. Milk me so I can feed it to you.”
So very dirty.
Giving a two-handed hand job is a first, but my inexperience and irregular strokes don’t seem to turn him off. His massive, dark cock responds to my ministrations, quickly pulsing beneath my palms. I glance down, my mouth watering at the steady beads of precum leaking with each upward stroke.
“Open your pretty mouth for me,” he says in a husky voice, then, “Gods, you’re perfect,” when I do exactly what he wants.
Because I want it too. I asked for it. Through our bond.
“Squeeze harder. As hard as you can, you won’t hurt me.” He makes a sexy-as-hell bullish snort when I double-down on the stroking. Behind him, his tail swishes wildly from side-to-side. His hooves stomp at the floor—once, twice. Then his mouth forms an oval and he lows, long and loud, while warmth coats my fingers and rolls down my hands.
Holding my gaze, he reaches down, then brings two loaded fingers to my mouth and spoons the thick, milky substance into my mouth. Tapping my chin, he watches me close my mouth and swallow.
This is definitely the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done, but it just feels right. “I want more,” I say, holding my mouth open like a baby bird. I swallow the next mouthful as quickly as the first, then lie back on the bed, lightheaded and spinny, licking the cum off of my hands like a kid would with cake batter after scraping the mixing bowl. “What did you mean when you said ‘doing it all’ would require preparation? What kind of preparation?”
The bed shifts as he settles alongside me, propped on one arm and looking down at my face. “Stretching exercises.”
“Like yoga?”
“No,” he says, smiling. “Not like yoga.”
I gasp as he touches between my legs, at the thickness of his single finger sliding inside me. Ohhh… stretching exercises. For my vagina. I hum when he withdraws, using my slickness to lubricate my clit while he teases it. “This is my kind of exercise.”
“This isn’t the stretching part, just the warmup.”
“Never skip the warmup.” Giggling at my own wittiness, I slide my hand down his body. His cock is still hard, or hard again, I don’t know which, and sticky with cum. Wasted cum. “Why does this taste so good?” I ask, lifting my hand toward my mouth.
He catches my wrist before I can lick my fingers. “Because you’re my mate. And I love watching you enjoy the taste of me, but Minotaur semen is good for other things, too.”
“Making baby Minotaurs? I’m on the birth control pill to regulate my periods, so we don’t have to worry about that.”
The rumble he makes and the emotions swirling in his eyes tell me he wouldn’t be worried at all if he got me pregnant. That he’d like it.
And that turns me on almost as much as everything else about him. “Aside from breeding, what else is Minotaur semen good for?” Saying the word breeding makes me desperate to feel him inside me. Desperate to come again.
“It’s known to heighten sensation.” He guides my fingers between my legs. “Try it here.”
Apparently, I’ve become an obedient little naughty human, because I get busy on my clit without having to be convinced, and I have never, ever, masturbated with an audience. Not even in front of a mirror. But I don’t even blink about doing it in front of Constantine. And that sensation-heightening thing? Oh yes. I’m already so close, I’m not sure I can stop. “Touch me again…”
On his side, he presses against me, his deep rumble sending vibrations rippling through me. His hard cock lies heavy across my legs, its fat tip leaking milky white cum that runs down the inside of my thigh. “Gods, Natalie, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, sliding one thick finger inside me again. His single finger is nearly as big as a human cock—but not nearly as big as his cock.
