Page 15 of A Snowstorm & A Stronghorn

I nod frantically, unable to speak. The feeling of fullness is almost overwhelming, but it’s also incredibly satisfying. I feel complete in a way I never have before.

Bram begins to move, thrusting slowly at first, then picking up speed. I cling to his broad chest as he reaches depths no human man could ever hope to match. The friction of his cock against my inner walls sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, and I writhe in ecstasy.

Soon, we’re both lost in the throes of passion, our bodies moving together in perfect sync. We climb higher and higher toward release. His cock is so much to take, but it fills me in a way I never expected. I’ve never been into crazy-sized sex toys, but I regret that now. To realize how satisfying it is to have a man, er Minotaur, of his girth and length inside me makes me sad that no sex in my life has ever measured up to this—and never can once I leave Evershift Haven.

The thought makes my chest constrict, and I gasp.

He freezes. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “No, Bram. You didn’t hurt me. Keep going.”

He hesitates, but then resumes his movements. He’s clearly holding back, afraid of hurting me, but I don’t want him to. I want him to lose control and fuck me hard. I want him to claim me completely.

So I urge him on, digging my nails into his shoulders and grinding my hips against his. He growls and picks up the pace, slamming upward into me with abandon. I cry out in pleasure, clinging to him as he pounds me mercilessly.

Our orgasms build rapidly, and soon, we’re both teetering on the edge of release. With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside me and roars as he comes. The sensation of his massive cock pulsing within me triggers my own climax, and I shudder with pleasure as my orgasm crashes over me. Even in the throes of my release, I’m aware that he comes for almost a full minute, filling me with his seed. I have a brief thought of him getting me pregnant. Is that even possible?

Oddly, I hope so, though motherhood isn’t in my immediate plans. It makes me climax again just thinking about it.

Finally, we collapse in a tangle of sweaty limbs, panting heavily. I rest my head on his furry chest, listening to his heart pound.

After a few minutes, he speaks. “That was incredible, Fiona.”

I smile. “It really was. Thank you, Bram.”

He chuckles. “I should be thanking you. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

I blush, pleased by his compliment. “Me too.” I lift my head and brace my hands on his chest. My eyes widen as I realize he’s already getting hard again. With a grin, I flex my pussy muscles around him. “It seems like we might have found something besides chess to fill the time, Bram.”

He returns my grin. “Indeed, we have.”

I lay down on him again, and we remain tangled together for a while. Bram traces lazy patterns on my back, and I snuggle closer to him, reveling in the warmth of his body.

“What are you thinking?” he asks softly, still moving his fingers in soothing circles.

I consider the question, trying to sort through the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. “I’m thinking that I’ve never felt like this before. With anyone.”

Bram’s hand stills for a moment. “Like what?”

I prop myself up on an elbow, looking into his eyes. “Safe. Understood. Like I belong somewhere for the first time in a long time.”

A smile spreads across Bram’s face, lighting up his eyes. He pulls me close, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I feel the same way, Fiona, though I never expected you to be attracted to me despite wanting you from the moment I picked you up and walked with you through the snow.”

I run my hand along his arm, marveling at the softness of his fur. “All of this is part of what makes you special, Bram. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

We fall into a comfortable silence. As I lie there, wrapped in Bram’s arms, I question everything I thought I knew about my life and my future. How is it possible that in just a few short days, this hidden magical town – and this gentle giant – have come to mean so much to me?

I think back to what Bram said earlier about Evershift Haven calling to those who are lost, searching for something they can’t quite name. Is that what happened to me? Did some magical force guide me here, to this moment?

As if reading my thoughts, he asks, “What happens now, Fiona? Once the roads are clear...”

I tense, the reality of our situation crashing back down on me. The outside world still exists, with all its responsibilities and expectations, but the thought of leaving Evershift Haven – of leaving Bram – makes my chest tighten painfully.

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I’ve been looking for...something. Direction, maybe. Purpose. I thought I’d find it out there on the road, but now...”

Bram’s arms tighten around me. “Now?”

I look up at him, taking in the warmth in his amber eyes. For the first time since my mother’s passing, I feel truly at peace. “I’m not so sure I want to leave.”

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