Page 7 of Scr*wed By the Minotaur in Hallow's Cove
Her lips found my jaw, then my neck, her tongue flicking against a pulse point that made me grunt and clutch at her hips. I rolled my cock against her through the barrier of pants and panties, and the friction made her gasp. She bit my neck—sharper than I expected—and then licked the spot, as if apologizing.
I’d never been with someone so unreserved, so fundamentally hungry for touch. Even the monsters I’d known tended toward self-restraint, as if we all believed that if we let our control slip, it’d end up ugly.
She pressed her chest against me like she wanted to fuse herself to my body. I obliged, greedy. My hands snaked to the neckline of her dress, the clingy fabric already straining with the rise and fall of her breathing. She was so responsive—every touch, every press of my lips, seemed to set her on fire.
“Can I?” I rumbled softly, fingers catching on the hem of her green dress.
“Yes,” she whispered, her hands bracing still above her head, but her hips bucking as she ground herself against my thigh.
I tugged, slow and careful, drawing the neckline down until both breasts spilled free—no bra, just soft skin tipped with perfect brown nipples that peaked impossibly tight in the cool air. I had a brief, worshipful pause. The sight did something to me, primal and dizzying.
I bent to take her nipple in my mouth, nipping gently. She gasped just as I hoped she would—a sharp, needy sound that vibrated through her whole body. I switched to the other, teasing with my tongue before drawing circles with my thumb over what I’d just kissed. The scent of her—shampoo, sweat, that tart sweet tang of arousal—clouded my brain. I couldn’t get enough of her.
Her hips rolled, desperate, seeking friction. I let my hand slide down her stomach, fingers grazing her underwear—already damp, already soaked through. I pressed my palm against her hot core and she moaned, loud enough that the sound bounced off the plaster walls. Grinning into her chest, I kissed down her feverishly hot skin from her neck to her collarbone to her stomach and then dropped to my knees.
Lea stared down at me, biting her lower lip in anticipation, hands still braced above her head like I’d told her. The sight sent a surge of anticipation through me. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of her underwear and dragged them down, letting my knuckles graze her thighs as I went. She shivered again, but she kept her hands right where I’d left them.
I kissed up her bare legs, my tongue teasing the delicate crease behind her knee, then moving higher until I was level with her pussy. Oh, I was definitely going to have to be gentle with her. My mouth was eager, but I knew I had to take my time. Beneath her thatch of dark curly hair, she was wet and glistening, and her scent enveloped me—sweet, earthy, and absolutely intoxicating.
Her dark eyes burnt into mine as I lowered my head to her skin.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmured, letting my breath ghost across her skin.
She whimpered, her hips rocking forward in invitation.
“Tell me what you want,” I prompted, my hands splayed across her thighs.
She inhaled shakily. “Please. I just—I want your mouth. I want to feel you.”
I grinned, slow and predatory. “You want my tongue inside you, don’t you?”
She pressed her back to the door, chest heaving. “Yes. Please, Rick.”
Fuck, that did something to me. I parted her thighs gently, stroking the inside with my thumbs until she trembled. Then I licked her, slow and broad from bottom to top, and she made a sound—soft but so desperate I nearly lost it. Her taste was unreal, something sharp and sweet, like honey and salt and her.
I circled her clit with the flat of my tongue, then sucked it softly, feeling her whole body jerk. “You’re already so wet for me,” I growled, and watched her shudder at my voice.
“Yes,” she gasped, arching forward. “Oh god, please—more.”
I licked her again, deeper and more demanding, and her hands finally broke formation, tangling in my hair and tugging just hard enough to tell me exactly what she wanted. I worked her, slow at first—lazy strokes, savoring every twitch—but her hips thrust into my mouth, demanding more. So I gave her more. I flicked my tongue over her clit, lapping at her until she was shaking, half-sobbing into her palm while she clamped one hand over her mouth. The other she kept tangled in my hair, as if afraid I’d stop before she shattered completely. The sight of her losing control made my cock impossibly harder—I was the one doing this to her.
I teased her with a thick finger, slipping it into her molten heat as my tongue danced and caressed her sensitive clit. The intensepleasure of her warmth gripped me, urging me to delve deeper. As she writhed with desire, I added a second finger, curling them both to caress that certain spot within her. My rough tongue continued its assault, driving her to the brink.
She came hard, with my name on her lips, her whole body tensing then falling slack against the door. I felt her pulse beneath my tongue. I kept licking her, even as the sensitivity set in, sending aftershocks through her small frame.
When I finally stood, she blinked up at me, dazed and eyes glowing, her hands grabbing desperately at my shirt. She wanted me naked, and the need in her gaze was almost enough to make me lose control. Almost. But not quite. If I only had the one night with Lea, I wanted to make this last.
Her fingers fumbled at my buttons, but I caught her wrists, folding them gently in my hands. “Are you sure?” I whispered. “I’m—I might hurt you if I’m not careful.” I wasn’t sure how to say I am much larger than human dudes without sounding like a braggart.
A dismissive snort. “You won’t. I want you to.” Her mouth found my jaw, biting with purposeful intent. “Less talking, more undressing.”
She was relentless in her pursuit, a spiral of urgency. I let her peel my shirt off, let her hands roam over the expanse of my chest, broad and dusted with chestnut fur. She stroked up and down my arms, admiring the bunch and pull of my muscles as I flexed under her touch. She mouthed at my collarbone, my shoulder.
“If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to lose control,” I groaned, and she laughed—a bright sound that made my blood surge. I lowered my mouth to her neck, sucking her soft skin.
Lea arched up into me. Her hands found my belt next and within seconds she’d worked the buckle and button free, her fingers grazing the line of fur beneath my waistband. Shehesitated only to look up at me, as if looking for permission, but her eyes were glassy and dark. Beyond the point of no return.
“Take me out,” I whispered.
