Jaak’s fingers trace the apex of my thigh. “Open yourself to me, Meadow,” he whispers. I do what he asks and a moment later Jaak teases my entrance with a finger. He keeps his touch light, a gentle caress that forces my world to narrow down to his thick fingers stroking me. I whimper when Jaak eases into me and I squeeze his arm until my hands ache. He pushes into me, giving me a little more. “That’s it, my prize. You’re taking me beautifully.” He moves again and his finger sinks in completely. I’m soaked now, my aching body eager to welcome my husband into me. Jaak moves slowly, finger sliding out just to sink back in with a low groan of encouragement when I cry out.
Jaak kisses my neck, my jaw, the drag of his tongue down my neck heightened by my lack of sight. “I know, I know,” he murmurs when I cry out and grab him tighter. “You can give me more, can’t you, Meadow?”
“Yes.” I don’t recognize my voice. It’s ragged and raw, it escapes me on instinct the same as my body. My hips lift and push against his hand when Jaak’s finger thrusts into me again. It feels good, better than I could ever have imagined when I wondered what it was I was forbidden to do by the cult. Whatcould be so bad they would swear it would make me impure and unfit as a bride?
I never dreamed it would feel this good to fall.
Jaak moves, a second finger joining the first and he eases it inside of me slowly. When I whimper from the stretch of him, he kisses me. The fingers of the hand across my eyes lightly stroking the side of my face.
“I know.”
“I can take it. More. Please.” I push my hips forward, rocking into his hand to add an extra punch to his touch. “Faster.”
Jaak chuckles and leans in. I can tell from the shift of his body that he’s curled around me, cradling me against his chest. The broad muscle at my back is warm and strong. I reach a hand back and touch him, running my hand up his side. I memorize the way his muscles flex when he moves faster. My hand wanders down by his hip and I feel movement there. Jaak’s hips rock forward, the motion slight but once I feel it I know why. I slide my hand in more until I feel the bulge of his cock. The pants he’s wearing are shredded from his transformation but still holding on.
I make a mental note to rip the pants off him myself before I make him chase me next time. I run my fingers along the material of his pants and palm him through them. The second I touch Jaak, I gasp. He’s big. Massive. I move my hand down slowly, palm pressed close to him and he groans.
“Meadow.”
I smile and rock my hips again but this time I slide my hand in time with them. “I like hearing you say my name like that.” I cup my hand, and squeeze him and then slide my hand again in sync with my hips. Jaak’s fingers curl and start to move faster and there’s more force now in his movements. The pleasure building in my body grows by the second. I arch my back, toes curling in my shoes, my chest aching from how hard my heart ispounding. It feels like it could burst free at any second, like the pleasure Jaak brings me will have my chest breaking open from the force of it. That’s the only way I can describe it. Everything is too much, overwhelming. I can’t focus on anything at all but the way it feels to have Jaak in me and around me.
I move my hips, force them to keep up with how fast Jaak is thrusting into me now but I’ve lost my rhythm. My movements are erratic, hips moving out of time with his as adrenaline mixes with my arousal. When Jaak curls his fingers and quickens his strokes I come apart with a shout.
“Jaak!” My scream echoes down the empty hallway, bouncing off the floors and windows and back to me. Tears come to my eyes and I’m sobbing when I whimper.“Jaak.”
Something happens when I say his name. I’m still lost in the ecstasy rolling through me, my eyes covered by Jaak’s hand but I can sense something is changing. There’s wind, the quiet feeling of slipping away that I felt when we teleported. Gravity vanishes and I know we’re moving even though Jaak remains still.
We can’t be teleporting right now, can we?
I sag in Jaak’s hold. He pulls up my pants and wraps his arm around my waist and holds me close to him, whispering in my ear. “You are precious. You were beautiful, Meadow. So beautiful for me. Now I will have you entirely.”
I don’t know what he meansbyentirely.I feel like I’ve been wrung out. How much more can there be of me to have? Whatever the case, I don’t have it in me to say anything other than his name. I let him hold me close, my body feeling boneless and pliant. I almost nod off from how cozy I feel with Jaak holding me when I hear a scream, loud and high and somehow all around us. There’s a few answering roars but they sound far away. I grab hold of Jaak’s arm and pull it tighter around me.
We are absolutely teleporting, I realize belatedly. That’s why he still has his hand over my eyes. I know Jaak senses my anxiety when presses a gentle kiss on my neck.
“I’ve got you. No harm will come to you, wife.”
I only know we’ve stopped moving when the air dies down and the roars and screams vanish with it. Jaak removes his hand and I blink blearily. It’s hard to get my bearings after not being able to see for so long. Wait, how long was all of this even? My body tells me a while but I can’t be sure. It could have been just a few minutes from the moment Jaak found me in the library or hours. I look around and see we’re in the bedroom we slept in last night. The fire comes to life with a flick of Jaak’s wrist as he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me towards the bed.
I lean into his chest and look up at him. This is so like the night he carried me through the forest. He was a beautiful man then, though. He looks down at me and I take it all in. I commit every detail to memory. How the firelight moves over his face, his maw, the high bridge of his flat nose, the glint of his horns in the lowlight, the way his silver eyes lock on mine.
Man, minotaur, it doesn’t matter. I still find my husband beautiful.
Chapter Twenty Eight
When Jaak and I get into bed, it’s gentle and soft. There’s no frenzy to it, not like when I led him on a chase. That was for me, for my own reassurance that he wanted me. Besides that, it wasfunto have him chase me. I think I’m going to do it again, maybe a few times. Okay, a lot of times. The rush only added a high to when he caught me.
Now it’s not about a high or a rush. It’s about love. True love. The kind of love that I didn’t think existed anywhere but outside of a beat up storybook. When Jaak touches me, he does it like I’m made of glass. His big hands span my sides easily and if it wasn’t for being unbreakable now I don’t think I’d be able to persuade him to lay with me the way he is now. His body is up against mine, the warm heat of him relaxes me, makes me want to be closer to the Minotaur I’m in love with. I run my fingers over the planes of his stomach, the ridges of his muscles. When your husband is a minotaur there’s a lot of real estate a girl has to get a handle on. I smile and kiss the side of his neck and arch my back to press my breasts against his chest.
Jaak growls low, the sound vibrates through my body and I moan into the side of his neck.
“You feel so good. Perfect,” I whisper.
“Youare perfection. The kind that I never thought would be mine to touch,” Jaak says. He moves a hand down to cup my thigh and I move with him. I raise my leg and curl it over his hip as Jaak settles between my thighs. His cock is thick and heavy and nudges against my aching flesh. I wiggle, just enough to get the length of him between my thighs and pressing against me. I’m aching and wet for him. I lift my hips and roll them against his cock. The effect is Jaak’s short intake of breath. He closes his eyes as he regains control. Part of me wants to tease him, to push his limits again but I won’t. That’s not for tonight, not for our first time together. We have unlimited nights ahead of us. Forever for me to drive my husband out of his mind.
The hand on my thigh caresses my skin lightly. I don’t know what he’s tracing on my skin with his fingertips but it feels a lot like a heart. I smile up at him and decide it is because I like that idea.
“I’m ready,” I tell him. I reach up to touch him. I can’t stop myself, so I don’t even bother. I run my palms up his jaw and clasp my hands behind his neck. “I’m yours.”
