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“We’d have to have sex to make babies, and I’m not sure it’s possible.” I tilt my head toward the Minotaur dildo and whisper, “He’s bigger than that.”
Ro’s eyes go round. “Oh my. Well, maybe Lexi has some training dildos you could practice with.”
“I do,” Lexi says, appearing at our sides, as if out of thin air. “But I don’t think you’ll need them. Not if fate has mated you to a Minotaur.” She reaches for a jarred product on the shelf below the imposing dildo. “Minotaur semen is a known aphrodisiac. It’s one of my fastest selling products.”
Not much makes Ro pause, but even her mouth is hanging open as she points at the small container between Lexi’s thumb and index finger. “Are you saying that’s a jar of Minotaur jizz?”
“With a pinch of magic to maintain its shelf life. No artificial preservatives here!”
“It’s a pretty small jar,” I say, remembering the amount of cum Constantine produced, and the flow that continued afterward. I probably swallowed three times as much last night.
“Because Minotaur ejaculate is highly potent. Only a small amount is needed to achieve intense sexual results.”
Oh shit. “How is it, um…” I try clearing my throat, but there’s no getting rid of the sensation there. The memory from last night is so vivid, I can almost taste Constantine’s cum in my mouth, feel its silkiness sliding down my throat. “How do people use it?”
“Topically provides wonderful results. It’s absorbed into the dermal layers immediately and heightens sensation instantly.”
“Damn, Nat,” Ro says, grinning widely. “You lucky bitch.”
I shoot her the side-eye, then reach for the jar in Lexi’s hand.
“You won’t need this.” Lexi draws her hand back. “Your mate’s semen will prepare your vagina for penetration.”
This is the wrong place to be getting turned on, but how can I not with images of Constantine smearing his cum onto my pussy running wild in my mind? “Oh, I was just wondering if there were any other directions or warnings on the label.”
“The only risk is exhaustion from extreme pleasure!” Lexi laughs while returning it to the shelf, then leans in close enough to whisper in my ear. “Ingestion is completely safe and very exhilarating, but it won’t help make his cock fit inside you—you’ll need to massage it around down there for that.”
“Thanks,” I choke out.
“Anytime,” she says, winking as she walks away.
I snag Ro by the arm and tug her toward the front of the shop. “Let’s continue on the tour.”
“What did she say to you back there? And I thought you wanted a vibrator?”
“Not a magically enhanced one that’s molded from someone’s actual cock,” I say, low enough that I hope only Ro hears.
No such luck, if Lexi’s laughter as we open the door is any indication.
This town is going to take some getting used to.
Eleven
CONSTANTINE
It’s the best kind of surprise finding Natalie in my backyard when I get home from putting in a few hours’ work at the brewery. The urge to head out there directly so I can soak up every possible minute with her is strong. But when I see what she’s doing under the cover of a broadleaf maple tree, I pause with my hand on the sliding glass door.
She’s drawing. Legs crossed on a canvas lounge chair, back hunched, left hand holding a large tablet in place on her lap, right hand moving quickly across the screen. And her face—gods, her face. Rosy cheeks, pink lips parted, eyes wide open and focused on whatever she’s drawing.
She mentioned having to work on commission pieces while she’s here. More than once, she also said creativity hasn’t been coming easily.
Watching her now, she seems completely engrossed. I should leave her alone to continue, not disturb her groove, but I can’t help myself. The next thing I know, the house is behind me and I’m crossing the flagstone patio, my mate in my sights.
Her head rises and turns, an instant, beautiful smile curving her soft mouth. “Hi.”
Unable to resist, I dip down for a taste of her lips. An assumption, yes, but she responds by opening for me, not only inviting my tongue into her mouth but also sliding hers into mine. She hums as I thread my fingers through her hair. Softly moans when I cup the back of her head firmly and deepen the kiss. I’m tempted to scoop her into my arms and take her to bed right now, in the middle of the afternoon, and never let her leave.
“Your way of saying hi is much better,” she says, when I force myself to break away.
