Page 54 of Mochas and Minotaurs

His hands tightened on my hips, and he thrust again. He was massive in this position, and it felt like he was splitting me in half. Only the knowledge that we’d done this before and that I could handle him kept me sane.

The next roll of his hips had him filling me completely. And then he was rutting into me, fucking me like a beast. It was too much. I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain. I tried to crawl forward again, if only for just a second of reprieve.

Marcus snarled, growing harder, even though he was already hard as rock that made up the labyrinth walls around us.

“Gigi.”

My name. He remembered my name. Even now, in his haze, I was who he wanted.

“Mine. All mine.”

I shuddered at his words. I shouldn’t want to hear them, but I did. I was his. And he was mine. And nothing could ever change that. Not even a dragon.

Then he came, roaring as his hot seed poured into me. Then the base of his cock started to swell, locking us together, and that sent me over the edge. The world exploded around us. I screamed, but no sound came out as electric bliss blinded me.

I collapsed onto the grass, and Marcus crumpled behind me. But I only felt his weight for a moment before he turned us onto our sides and pulled me protectively into his embrace. I snuggled back against his chest.

We’d be knotted together for at least a few minutes. I sure hoped the dragon didn’t come charging in right now, realizing that I’d duped him.

We were still mostly naked but no longer locked together when the dragon in human form found us, just as Bella said he would. Here it was, my chance to execute the rest of the outlandish plan that she’d given me. So far, it had worked exactly as she’d said, but only because I’d done my part to a T. And it hadn’t been easy.

Bella was right; this wasn’t like granting any other wish. There was a hell of a lot of work involved for the wisher. She granted solutions, and one had to be smart and dedicated enough to make it work.

I’d stood behind the counter of the Witch’s Brew day in and day out and waited for Elise to return. And I had to admit that for awhile, I’d thought that she wouldn’t and that Bella’s solution was a bust. But then, two days ago, right before the spring equinox, Elise walked into my coffee shop wearing the latest designer clothes, shoes, and handbag.

She made an offer on behalf of the dragon, just as Bella said she would. The same offer she was given thirty-five years ago. And I accepted.

She’d given me one day to pack my things, warning me that I wouldn’t be able to take my phone or any form of electronics into the maze. The second she left, I called Lily, Penny, and Declan, and we put our plan into motion.

The dragon was wearing a modern-day suit, his white hair slicked back off his face. He looked ready to rip my head off. Marcus’s protective urges meant he tried immediately to put me behind him.

“What have you done, witch? Whatever tracking device you have, turn it off now.”

I resisted the urge to pull the tatters of my clothes around me; it would only make me look less confident, and it wouldn’t cover me anyway.

“You are not in the position to make demands, dragon,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as terrified as I felt. I tried to channel my inner bitch. This asshole had stolen the love of my life from me. “Besides, I can’t do that. And it’s too late anyway.”

“What’s going on?” Marcus was lucid now that the heat had temporarily faded, but we didn’t have long before the chemicalsbeing pumped into the maze would start affecting him again. I had to talk fast.

“My friends already know the location of the entrance to your treasure hoard. What happens now depends on whether you make the right choice.”

“You dare threaten a dragon. I should burn you to a crisp!” The words ended with a roar, and a wisp of smoke rose from his nostrils.

Marcus now realized that a concerted effort to rescue him was underway.

“Go ahead. Fry me. Destroy your only way to keep your treasures secret.” I was surprised by how confident I sounded. Maybe it was practicing in front of the mirror all these weeks. Or maybe it was the presence of Marcus by my side and knowing that both our lives were on the line. “Even killing my friends would do you no good. The location will be broadcasted over every social media outlet if I do not return safely with Marcus. It is automated, and only my safe return could stop it.”

The dragon stopped mid-step, rage on his face. But he did not, in fact, burn me to a crisp. “What do you want then? The minotaur? Then take him.”

“Not so fast. I want to make an official deal. With witnesses.” The dragon was wily and I wasn’t dumb enough to believe his words alone.

The dragon, still nameless, grumbled something about my human pestilence and then bellowed for Elise. The next fewminutes passed in silence. Marcus and I glared at the dragon-man and he glared right back. A portal opening up next to the fountain ended our staring contest, and Elise stepped in. She looked a bit disheveled, like she hadn’t had time to fix her makeup or get dressed properly. She was, however, holding her most recently purchased Hermes bag.

“I guess since you don’t have a witness, mine will have to do.” The dragon looked smug.

“Oh, but I do.”

“The minotaur does not count, because he is the subject,” the dragon said haughtily, thinking he’d already won.

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