Page 11 of Kept By Her Obsessed Minotaurs

His breath is hot against my neck, his stubble scratching my skin as he buries his face in the crook of my shoulder. His tongue darts out, tasting me, and a shudder runs through my body. The sensation of his lips, his teeth, as he sucks on my jugular sends ajolt of electricity straight to my core. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me, insistent and unyielding.

"Do you feel that, Mara?" he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "That's what you do to me. But if we continue down this path, I won't be able to control myself. You're fragile, and I'm... not."

His words should be a warning, a clear signal to put an end to this madness. But instead, they ignite a fire within me, a desperate yearning that I can't quite understand.

He pulls away abruptly, his amber eyes blazing with a primal hunger that sends a thrill of fear and arousal coursing through my veins. He looks at me with a savagery that speaks of his struggle to maintain control, to keep the beast at bay.

"We can't do this," he growls, his voice raw with restraint.

He snarls,a sound that seems to echo off the cavern walls, and then he's moving away, leaving me cold and aching. I watch him go, my body still trembling from the intensity of his touch. My heart races, a wild, untamed rhythm that threatens to consume me.

What the hell is wrong with me? I should be terrified, repulsed by the thought of being with a minotaur—with any man, especially under these circumstances. But instead, I find myself longing for his touch, for the heat of his body against mine. The thought sends a blush creeping across my cheeks, and I hastily pull my tunic over my head, eager to cover my nakedness.

As I fumble with the fabric, my mind races. I've heard stories of human women taken by minotaurs, of the pleasure they find in the arms of these powerful beings. But I never imagined I'd find myself in a similar situation, caught between the fear of the unknown and the intoxicating allure of the forbidden.

I take a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Lazir's scent still clings to me, a heady mixture of leather and earth and something uniquely him. It's intoxicating, and I can't help but inhale deeply.

I sit down heavily on the makeshift bed, my thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and desire. Lazir's words echo in my mind, a stark reminder of the power he holds over me. He's right; I am fragile compared to him, a fact that should terrify me. And yet, there's a part of me that yearns to explore this dangerous connection, to see just how far I can push him—and myself.

10

GARRON

The underbrush crunches beneath my boots as I stalk through the dense forest. Evening shadows stretch long fingers through the trees, and the weight of my spear feels reassuring in my grip. My knuckles whiten as frustration burns in my chest like smoldering embers.

"Never again," I mutter, my voice low and guttural in the gathering dusk. "No human female will cloud my judgment."

That face from my past flashes unbidden in my mind—those wide, innocent eyes that hid such treachery. I snarl, shaking my head to dislodge the memory.

"Fool," I growl at myself. "You're becoming weak, seeing her ghost in every shadow."

The forest pulses with life around me—leaves rustling overhead, distant bird calls. I force myself to focus on the hunt, channeling my anger into something useful. Something I can control.

A flash of movement catches my eye. There—a stag grazes in a small clearing, its proud antlers silhouetted against the dying light. My muscles coil as I drop into a crouch, years of training taking over.

The spear leaves my hand in a blur, cutting through the air with deadly precision. The stag lets out a strangled cry as the weapon finds its mark, burying deep in its side. The beast collapses, its legs kicking weakly before going still.

I approach my kill, but my thoughts refuse to stay focused on the task at hand. The girl—Mara—her presence here gnaws at me like an itch I can't quite scratch. The way she moves, speaks, even the tilt of her head—it's too familiar. Too much like… her.

"You're making the same mistake," I tell myself as I grip the spear shaft and pull it out of the stag's carcass. "Letting another human female in again."

Blood coatsmy hands as I begin field dressing the stag. "Lazir and Calo are blind to the danger. Just like you were back then," I whisper to myself.

I soon drag the heavy carcass behind me, its weight a welcome distraction from the turmoil in my mind. Mara. Her name alone is a whisper of danger. I grit my teeth, the scent of blood and pine needles filling my lungs.

The cave entrance looms ahead. I bring the stag inside and leave it by the entrance where it's cooler. My senses prickle, alert and ready for any sign of danger—or worse, betrayal.

I pause just inside the shadows and my gaze is inadvertently drawn to the firelight. And there she is, Mara, the flickering glow casting a warm hue over her skin. She's pulling her tunic over her head. For a moment, her body is bare to me—the graceful arch of her spine, the soft swell of her breasts—and my traitorous heart skips a beat.

A low growl rumbles in my throat, a visceral reaction to the unexpected sight. I've seen countless females in my life, but none have stirred this unwelcome heat within me since... I push the thought away, my jaw clenching hard.

Then, the faintest of scents tickles my nostrils—Lazir. It's his unmistakable musk, mingled with something else, something that sets my blood boiling. Mara's scent, delicate and alluring, is intertwined with his. My mind reels at the implication. Have they lain together? The thought is a red-hot brand searing through my chest.

Without a second thought, I shove away from the cave wall, my body moving of its own accord. The cool night air hits me like a slap as I storm outside, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"What are you doing, Garron?" I hiss to myself. "You swore you'd never be pulled into this again."

I pace back and forth, the gravel crunching beneath my boots. My hands curl into fists at my sides, the need to hit something, to break something, overwhelming.

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