Page 20 of Bred By the Minotaur (DreamTogether Breeding Program #3)

Seventeen

Phoebe

I’m doing something supremely stupid, but I just can’t help myself. Not with the meek way Hank asked me. It was impossible to say “no” to that face, his ears pressed back, his big, brown eyes looking anywhere but at me because he was so embarrassed.

His hand is warm and big enough that mine vanishes into his palm when he closes his fingers. Hank glances down at the place we’re linked, and one of his rare smiles tugs at the corners of his muzzle.

“You’re so beautiful, Phoebe,” he says, so low and quiet I have to strain to hear him. “I’ve been thinking it since the moment I saw you.”

I try to remember when that was.

“At DreamTogether?”

He laughs. “No. When I found you in your bathroom. When I saw your face for the first time. I thought you were the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes on.”

“Huh?” I’m mystified. “But I was covered in ash, and my hair was all messed up, and I was naked ?—”

He uses my hand to pull me toward him, stopping my voice in my throat. He circles me with his arm, and here, I can smell him, and that musky, masculine, animal scent... I breathe Hank in, bringing up a hand to stroke the soft fur sticking out of his shirt.

“I know,” he murmurs into my hair. “And you were still gorgeous.”

Hank rubs his nose against me, then encircles me with both arms. Now our hips are flush against one another, and there’s a prominent bulge in his pants rubbing against my belly.

He doesn’t say anything else, and I think the time for talking is over.

I lean back and tilt my head up so I can get a good look at him, and he runs a hand softly down my back.

His nose lowers to mine, so I can feel his hot breath against my face.

But he’s afraid of being too bold, I can tell, so I push myself up onto my toes and press my lips to his muzzle.

I’m met with a sharp inhalation of breath, then Hank fists his hand in my shirt to pull me closer. His much bigger lips crash into mine, and it takes a moment for us to figure out how our mouths fit together. But once we do, the sheer wanting in that kiss almost overwhelms me.

Hank’s lips are deft and sensual, timid but warm with need. As he cups my ass with his other hand, I sag against him—so he lifts me up off the floor with one arm hooked under me.

Now his mouth is dominating me as he nibbles my lower lip, then runs his tongue along it as if tasting me like a fresh fruit.

I don’t need to wonder how much hunger he’s had saved up for me because it’s all coming out now in the way he’s holding me up in the air, devouring me and insisting I open for him.

So I do, and then our tongues meet in the middle.

They writhe together between us until he pushes his tongue in deeper, and suddenly I’m very aware of the fact that we have, indeed, fucked before.

That Hank has put his cock in me the same way his tongue is currently conquering my mouth, and holy hell, did it feel incredible.

A buzzing sensation begins at the base of my neck and it’s quickly working its way downward. With his hands already holding me up off the floor by my ass, I lift my thighs to wrap my legs around his hips. Hank grunts as my jeans rub over his, right on top of his erection.

“I’m taking you up to my room,” he says in a rumbling voice, like an animal’s growl.

I nod in agreement, and he keeps me wrapped around his hips as he practically jogs up the stairs.

At the top, he carries me down the hall to his room, where he uses his free hand—I can’t believe this guy can carry me with one hand —to open the door.

It’s pitch black in here thanks to the heavy curtains, but Hank has no problem bringing me to the bed in the dark. He leans forward, cradling my back as he slides me down onto it. Then he stands up again and turns on the bedside lamp.

“You’re pretty handsome, too,” I say, struck by how utterly sexy he looks bathed in the faint yellow glow of the light, from his curled horns to his bulky chest, which strains the fabric of his shirt, down to his flicking tail.

Hank surveys me on the bed, and reaches out without speaking to brush his hand over my collarbone. The palm is bare skin, but he’s furry beyond that, and I want to touch it—but I also want to see what he’s going to do first.

He traces my sternum down between my breasts, over my shirt to my belly button.

“I’m glad we can look at each other this time,” he murmurs, splaying his hand over my stomach. “So this is where our calf is growing.”

Our calf. Our baby. Just that one word sends a shiver all the way down my body, electrifying me. We already made Milo, who’s the most wonderful little boy to exist. Who is growing inside me? What will they become?

I think of how he put it there, how Hank stuffed me full of his cum over and over, and I sense myself getting wetter. All he would have to do is touch me and?—

His hand travels southward, from my stomach to the mound at the crux of my legs. His eyes never leave mine as he winds one finger between my thighs, and applies firm pressure to my clit through my jeans.

I squirm under him, my hips rolling into his hand. He slides that finger down, then up again, glancing over my sex.

“You’re good at that,” I manage, gasping at the friction.

“Ever since that first time,” Hank says, still watching me as he rubs me harder, “I’ve dreamt about this pussy.”

Whoa. I didn’t expect such dirty talk from him, but there’s a gleam in his eye as he languidly taunts me through the fabric of my jeans.

“You did?” I ask breathlessly.

“Every night. For months afterward.” He leans down closer to me, his big nostrils flaring. “For years .”

He thought about me for that long? Just like I thought about him?

Hank breaks our eye contact to fiddle with the button of my jeans, and once it’s free, he peels them down my ass, bringing my underwear with them.

My pants aren’t even all the way off my legs before his hand is between my thighs again, his fingers trailing along just the edges of my swollen lower lips.

He uses his hoof to kick the jeans the rest of the way off my ankles.

“You’re already so wet,” he whispers, one finger skating across my pussy, up to my clit, where he gently circles it.

I smirk. “Probably because there’s a gorgeous minotaur teasing me.”

With a chuckle, he takes my thighs roughly in his hands and pulls them apart, spreading me out on the bed.

“Finally.” His wide tongue darts out and licks his lips as he plays with me, his other hand roving down his belly to where his cock is straining his pants.

He rubs it through his jeans while playing me like a fiddle, rubbing my clit before sliding back down, where he doesn’t even penetrate—no, he glances over my outer lips, giving me an appetizer of what he could do and nothing more.

Then, he pulls away and yanks off his shirt, tossing it aside.

He’s fucking glorious, every last inch of his furry hide and thick muscle.

I’m distracted when Hank kneels in front of the bed and wedges his big head between my thighs.

I squeak as he dives into me with his mouth, his tail going wild behind him.

He sucks my clit between his lips and tongues it with that wide tongue, which pulls a sudden cry from my lips. I cover my mouth quickly, thinking of Milo sleeping only on the other end of the hall, and Hank chuckles against me.

“He’s a good sleeper,” he says, then drags that incredible tongue up and down.

His curled horns are right in front of me, so I grab onto them as he licks me again and again, urging me down a dark tunnel toward the bright light at the end.

I hear a zipper, and picture Hank with his cock in his hand while he furiously licks me, and I’m dying to know what it looks like.

“Hank,” I say, tugging on his horns, but I don’t think he can feel it. “Hank. Get on the bed.”

He lifts his head, and I crab-crawl away from him, beckoning him up here with me. Obediently he rises to his feet, kicking off his jeans, and that’s when I see it: the massive cock hanging between his legs. It emerges from a fur sheath, and it’s long and cylindrical, with a blunt, flat head.

I know what that feels like inside me, and it sends a shudder from my throat to my pussy. So I wrap a hand around his arm and pull him down onto the bed next to me.

“Phoebe?” Hank asks curiously, landing softly on the comforter. But I don’t answer as I awkwardly flip my position until I’m lying alongside him head-to-toe, so that monstrous cock is right in my face. My mouth waters.

“There we go,” I say, reaching out to wrap one hand around it. Hank gasps the moment I touch his flesh. I’m going to worship this cock.

He gets the message about what I want to do immediately, lifting one of my thighs into the air so he can dive between them.

His tongue lances out and brushes over my clit, sending a tremble through my body.

After a few experimental strokes of my hands around his thick cock, which earns me another grunt of pleasure, I bring him into my mouth.

I feel Hank suck in his breath, then he goes wild on my pussy, running that tongue over me while I sink him ever deeper between my lips.

Soon we’re moving in the same rhythm, tantalizing each other, sending our pleasure around in a circle that never stops.

I can’t believe this thing fits inside me, because I can barely take it in up to the middle before it’s too deep in my throat.

That will take some practice.

Hank is devouring me with frenetic speed, and then, he plunges a finger into me. I’m glad I’m being choked by his cock because it muffles the sound that comes out when he begins to stroke, burying his finger deep and then going to town with his mouth.

I’m definitely going to come like this.

His cock is weeping on my tongue, drizzling warm, salty cum. I make sure to lick the slit along the broad head, and Hank’s hips jerk under me. Curious, I venture even further and take his furry balls in my hands. I pop his cock out of my mouth as I massage them.

“These are how you did it, hm?” I ask, continuing my work on his balls with one hand while I stroke his length with the other. “That’s how you put this baby inside me?”

He huffs against my pussy, pushing his finger in deeper and licking my clit even faster. I’m so close to exploding, and he knows it, so he speeds up his attack.

“That’s right,” he hums against me. “I put it all inside you, and now...” He slides a second finger in, widening me for him.

I haven’t been using the dilator—or anything, really—while I was sleeping on the couch.

I’m more sensitive than ever, and probably not as flexible as I need to be.

“It’s going to be such a good, strong calf. ”

Stars fill my vision as I take him back between my lips and suckle the head of his cock.

I need him to feel how I feel, how I want nothing but him.

How I’ve wanted nothing but him for so, so long.

Now he’s curling both fingers inside me, stroking them against my inner lining while flicking my clit with his tongue, and I’m a fucking goner.

“Hank!” I cry out, but it’s muffled by his cock in my mouth. I suck on him harder while I orgasm, trying with all my might not to touch him with my teeth as my body tremors and shudders. My climax pulses through me, pleasure ricocheting across my nervous system.

Fuck. I haven’t come like that in ages.

“Phoebe.” Hank withdraws his fingers, which are soaked with me, and his cock pops out of my mouth as he sits up.

I reach for it again, but suddenly Hank is on top of me, pinning me down with his hands while his haunches settle around my hips, and his hooves hang off the bed.

There’s a wild look in his eyes. They’re big and dark, his brows drawn tight together.

“When I come,” he says in a low voice, “I’m going to come inside you.”

Oh.

“I would love that,” I whisper back.

Hank’s hand drifts back between my legs, and there, he wiggles two fingers inside me.

His breath comes hot and fast, his pupils blown so wide they take up his whole iris.

His horns blot out the overhead light, body so big on top of mine that I feel like I might sink into the bed.

I writhe as he suddenly pushes a third finger inside me, and my body doesn’t know what to do with it.

“You’re so tight,” he grunts. “I need to get you ready for me.”

My entire body lights up like a firecracker about to go off. He twists his fingers, spreading my wetness all around before his panting grows too urgent. Then, he pulls them out and rubs them all over his cock.

I didn’t consider the odd angle of his hind legs when I imagined us on his bed together in missionary position, but Hank has no trouble curling an arm under my hips and lifting them into the air, his other hand gripping the root of his cock. It’s dripping even more for me now, and I need all of it.

“Please,” I whimper, reaching down to spread myself for him. “I’ve missed you.”

Hank squares his big shoulders, eyes riveted between my legs, and guides us perfectly together again.