Page 4 of By the Horns (Royal Artifactual Guild #2)

His big hands go for my breasts. “Please, Sarya.”

Hearing the strange name makes me wince. I change tactics, seating myself atop him with a wiggle and letting him sink the tip in. He’s by far the biggest lover I’ve ever had, but I’m slick as hell, and his cock is slippery from the lotion. It’s a tight fit, but not an unpleasant one.

“More?” I ask, trembling with the strain of holding myself aloft over him.

“More,” he agrees, rubbing bandaged fingers over my freed nipple. “Damn, but your tits are big. Gorgeous. I’m a lucky male.”

“Perfect for those big hands of yours.”

“Aye, you’re more than perfect.”

I slide lower onto him and he makes another one of those ragged sounds.

I make one, too, because by the five hells, he’s thick.

I have to go slowly so I don’t feel as if I’m impaling myself.

To his credit, this stranger doesn’t try to shove his way into me.

He lets me take my time seating myself upon him, and when I’ve taken all I can, I reach a hand between us and his knot isn’t even in my body.

Maybe if I had more time to prepare myself, I could fit him, but this’ll have to do.

“Still good?” I manage, breathless.

He nods, those dangerous horns with their ribbons bobbing. “Ride me.”

I do, rocking over him slowly and then with increasing speed.

I’m in charge, and I go as slow or as fast as I need to.

He’s so big that even with me seated on him, our bodies don’t meet.

I can’t grind my clit against his body to get myself off, which is a problem.

But I’m a pro at making sure I get my own, and so I carefully take one of his hands and position it between us, so when I bear down, he rubs against my clit in just the way I need.

“Such a good girl,” he growls at me. “Look at how well you’re taking my cock.”

“Not well enough,” I whine, riding him even more frantically.

“Next time. Next time I’ll knot you good, sweetheart. Wait and see.”

As if there’ll be a next time. Arrogant prick. But his confidence makes me even more aroused, and I ride him harder, my thighs jiggling as I rock up and down above him. “Hush and let me fuck you.”

His laughter rumbles through his chest, and he presses his arms against my hips, working me over him.

I gasp at the sudden change of pace, but he’s fucking me so much harder that it makes me clench deep inside.

He’s using me…and it feels amazing. I slide my own hand to my clit and touch myself as he moves me on his cock, shuttling quickly into my body.

When I come, it’s with a full-body shiver of relief and a choked sob in my throat.

Bliss spreads through my veins and I clench all over, driving out every sensation but that of delicious contentment.

With a shuddering gasp, I brace my hands on his chest again as I recover.

His strokes slow down and he murmurs soothing things to me, telling me what a good job I did, how my cunt fits him perfectly, how he’s never had anyone as good as me before.

Typical man stuff, especially from a Taurian who’s knot-deep inside a woman.

Now that I’ve gotten what I needed, though, I’m eager to get out of here.

The sooner I can get those windows cleaned, the sooner I’m free for the day, and now I think I can work again.

With a pleased little sigh, I reach between us, where his knot is still throbbing.

I give it a squeeze and he chokes on air.

“Want me to work this for you while you fuck me?”

He responds by driving into me harder, and I’m going to take that as a yes.

I toy with his knot as he uses me, but it isn’t until I scrape my nails over his knot that he comes with a furious sound, and then he’s flooding inside me.

I’m a little shocked at the sheer volume of seed he pumps into me, but I remain in place until he’s done.

If I didn’t anticipate how much he’d come, well, that’s on me for not thinking things through.

“Mmm,” I practically purr. I’ve had plenty of sex in the past, but that was really, really good sex. I give a wiggle atop him and realize that his knot is still taut, even if his cock is not. “You good or do you need more?”

The Taurian bucks into me once, tension returning to his body, and that’s my answer. He’s not a normal man, so he needs just a little bit more, it seems. Well, I’m fine with that. I slip off him, ignoring the hands that try to grab me and hold me in place.

“I’ll take care of you,” I soothe. “Just hold still.”

He growls, his fists twisting in the sheets even as he pants. He lets out a ragged, heaving breath, his head tossed back on the pillows. “Just…let me touch you a bit more. Play with your breasts. I can make myself come—”

“Hush,” I say again, turning my attention to that wet, sticky cock that’s only at half-mast. I run a finger along the swollen base of him, unsurprised when he gives a fresh spurt of seed.

The ring of his knot looks tight, as if he’s still got more to give, and I ponder this.

Squeezing it doesn’t seem like a good idea.

I lean over him and move my mouth close to that hot, reddish band of flesh and run my tongue over his skin.

He tastes of salt and sex, and lotion, but I don’t mind it.

I’m still feeling loose and pleasant from the toe-curling orgasm I just had, and I want to give him the same.

He shifts his weight on the bed, huffing slightly when I tongue him, but it’s not a huge response.

“Not as sensitive here as the rest of your cock?”

He shrugs.

Interesting. “So then you won’t mind if I do this…?”

I bite his knot. Just a tiny bite, more of a love nip with a scrape of teeth and a suggestion that I can be fiercer.

His response is stunning. A low, feral sound drags from his throat. His back bows off the bed and a geyser of seed pours forth from his cock, splattering all over his body and our surroundings.

This is the release he needed.

I wipe his spend from my face and hair. Then I glance up at the ceiling, but to my relief, there’s only one small spot. Well, perhaps no one will notice that. I grab a towel and tidy myself as he catches his breath in huge, gulping bellows, then towel him down.

When I’m done, he shudders and reaches for my hand. “You were mucking incredible , Sarya.”

“Just doing my job,” I tell him cheerfully. Or, erm, not.

“Leave your contact information with the healer. I’ll want you again.”

Eesh. “Sure thing.” I wriggle out of his grasp.

“My name’s Raptor.”

“Don’t care,” I joke, but when he chuckles, I realize he has no idea I’m telling the truth.

There isn’t going to be a next time, but that’s fine.

I feel excellent. The buzzing under my skin has dulled, and I feel like myself again.

A nice, relaxed version of myself. I grab my clothing and begin to dress quickly.

If dead bodies start to bother me again, well, I now know the solution.