Page 6 of The Minotaur's Milkmaid
“I’m awarrior,” I correct her. “I’m a leader among my people. And I’ve claimed you as mine by right of conquest. You belong to me now, little one. I won’t harm you. I’ill keep you safe. You have my word on that.”
She looks up at me, those emerald eyes still searching for something I can’t quite give her.
“I don’t want to belong to you,” she whispers sadly. “I want to go home. Please, let me go.”
Her words are weak, but I can hear the desperation in them. It amuses me and I almost laugh. Is she slow or stubborn? She’salreadymine. Her village is gone, it’s nothing but ashes. There’s nowhere for her to go.
“You can’t go back,” I say with a sigh. “Your village is a pile of soot, little cow. There’s nothing left for you there. With me, you’ll be safe. You’ll have food, shelter, warmth, and a devoted Bull that has already claimed you.”
I wink at her, and her large eyes blink at me. It’s the truth, though. I’m a devoted male. When I claim something, I keep it, I treasure it. Even if it hisses and bites. Hell, half the fun is in the breaking.
She’s resisting me now, all stiff shoulders and stubborn pouts. It’s cute, but she will learn. That soft flesh will crave my touch, no matter how loudly her pride protests.
It’s a good thing I’ve got patience, and a mighty cock that any female would appreciate.
“I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” I add, my fingers trailing down her cheek, cupping her chin. “Don’t fight this. You’ll be my mate, and you’ll be content with it.”
She squirms beneath my touch, but I don’t let her go. Her voice shakes again as she pleads, “Just take me back to my village. Please. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t make me leave Havenmoor.”
Her begging only stokes the fire in my blood.
“Your village is gone,” I remind her, since she didn't grasp it the first several times. Stars help me, is she truly this dense? “I’m not letting you go. You’re mine now, you just haven’t fully accepted how lucky that makes you.”
“Now,” I say, releasing her chin and holding out my hand, “Come along quietly. We have a long journey ahead of us. And I’d rather not hear any more of your protests.”
She bites her lip, looking from me and back toward the hill hiding her village from sight, before suddenly spinning on her heels, her bare feet scrambling across the tall grass in an attempt to escape. Her nightdress billows behind her, the fabric clinging to her curves before she gains any real speed. The sight of her trying to flee from me sends a growl rumbling deep in my chest.
I grin. She thinks she can outrun me.
I move before she has a chance to get far. I’m fast, too quick for her to react. My hand shoots out, seizing her waist, making her shriek in surprise. She tries to pull away, but her struggle is weak, her fingers slipping helplessly against my grip. I yank her toward me, and she falls backward, into my chest with a breathless cry. Her eyes are wide with fear.
In one swift motion, I shove her down into the ground, the tall grass swallowing her. She gasps, her breath coming in short,panicked bursts as she kicks at me. She’s shivering so violently now, her body is warm and soft under my hold.
When I press my massive frame against her, she whimpers at the hard length of me straining from under my kilt. “Run if you must, little cow,” I murmur, my tail flicking lazily behind me. “But know this, Iwillcatch you. And when I do, I'll take you right here in the dirt, while the ashes of your village rain down upon us.”
She cries out as my hand slips between her thighs, finding her already wet for me. A chuckle rumbles from my chest as I rub slow circles over her sensitive flesh. “See how your body betrays you? You may call me a monster, but your cunt knows its mate.”
I withdraw my touch abruptly, leaving her gasping. I lift her from her waist and heave her over my shoulder. “Come now,” I say, giving her rump a hard slap, making her squeal. “By morning, you'll be screaming my name instead of pleading for mercy.”
She begins sobbing. My cock twitches in response.
This will be fun.
Chapter Six
Not What I expected…
Maeve
My stomach lurches with every step he takes. The swaying motion of hanging over his massive shoulder makes my head spin, and I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it’ll stop. Surprise, It doesn’t. The warmth of his body seeps through my thin nightdress, his muscled arm locked firmly around the backs of my thighs.
“P-please,” I beg him, barely able to lift my head. “Please put me down…I think I’m going to be sick.”
To my astonishment, he actually stops. Being careful of his horns, he lowers me from his shoulders and sets me onto the ground. I get to my knees on the ground, my body shaking as my stomach empties. My eyes water with humiliation.
A shadow falls across the grass, blocking the moonlight as he kneels down. He reaches toward me, and I flinch, anticipating violence, but his fingers merely brush my hair back. He holds the tangled strands away from my face as I retch. I expect him to say something cruel or tease me, but he’s silent. I dare a glance up at him, but his expression is unreadable. He stays quiet and holds my hair until the sickness passes. Then, wordlessly, he begins braiding it.
I freeze. The scrape of calloused fingers against my scalp sends a traitorous shiver down my spine. When he is finished, he unloops a strip of leather from around his wrist and ties the end.
