Page 33 of Minotaurs and other Magic

Nate pretended to consider that for a moment.

Rohan tickled his ribs. “One minotaur is not enough? You need a pack of werewolves?”

Nate laughed and squirmed. “You’re more than enough.”

Rohan pulled him closer so Nate sat on the hard length of his cock.

Nate glanced at the guard not that far away and lowered his voice. “Perhaps we should celebrate our engagement inside?”

“Perhaps I should chase you through the maze like your people’s tales so I can capture you and haul you back to the palace over my shoulder?”

“Are you planning to eat me?” He wriggled his ass, grinding against Rohan’s cock.

Rohan grabbed his ass cheek and squeezed. “I am. And then I’ll mount you.”

Nate’s heartbeat quickened as Rohan slid his other hand over the ridge in Nate’s pants. “I want to fuck you first.”

Rohan on his knees, with his meaty ass in the air, was as enticing as being scooped up and thrown into whatever position Rohan wanted him in. Add in his devious tail, fucking him while he fucked Rohan…

His tail often got involved, teasing Nate’s ass or tickling his balls as he straddled Rohan and they ground together. Tying the minotaur’s hands to the bedhead so he was on display did nothing to control his tail, and Nate wasn’t inclined to change that.

Rohan grinned. “Do you intend to tie me to the bed first?”

He hadn’t been, but since Rohan had dropped the bait, Nate picked it up. “Yes. But as much as I enjoy playing in the maze, it’s too cold out to be naked, so perhaps we should go inside…and there is already oil there.”

“Agreed,” Rohan laughed. “I want you shivering with need, not cold.”

“Now? Or do you have other plans before dinner?” Nate lifted one eyebrow. He didn’t know how he was going to sit through dinner if Rohan wanted to wait.

“My only plans involve you, little human.”

“You’ll need to catch me first.”

“I already have.” Rohan used the collar to pull Nate in for a kiss. And Nate didn’t even pretend to resist as Rohan scooped him up and carried him inside.

EPILOGUE

TWO MONTHS LATER

The ground rumbled, and the building groaned for the third time that month. Nate rolled out of bed and pulled on pants as Rohan did the same. The first time, several houses had been destroyed, and a fire had broken out. The second time, a sinkhole had opened and swallowed the master blacksmith’s workshop and house. No one had survived.

A car had been found just outside of town, lodged up a tree.

Nate had spent the last fifteen days helping to rebuild the houses and forge, fetching and carrying and obeying others’ instructions because his building skills were not up to standard.

Everyone helped when they could.

No one understood what was going on.

Not even the Strega, which was far more terrifying than Nate thought possible. She was supposed to know about this kind of thing. It appeared as if someone from the human side was trying to open a doorway, even though that should be impossible due to the lack of magic.

Maybe.

Even magic was glitching, and the gods had no explanation.

Whatever it was, it was getting worse.

The ground shook, and the palace rattled around them.

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