Page 72 of By the Horns (Royal Artifactual Guild #2)

He pulls off his tunic with one fluid motion and then drops his pants.

It’s the quickest undressing I’ve ever seen, and the look he’s giving me tells me he’s tired of wasting time.

My gaze slides to his cock, fully erect, his knot hard and flushed at the base of his shaft.

He strokes a hand down his length, and as I watch, a bead of pre-cum dribbles down the head. “You ready?”

Oh gods, am I ever. I’m breathless as I watch him. “You want me on hands and knees…or…?”

“I want you on my face.”

Hannai have mercy. That sounds like an excellent idea to me. I nod, wordless, and watch as he gets on the bed.

He lies back, his cock jutting into the air, and indicates I should come over.

I approach him, considering the best way to tackle this.

He’s got horns curving to the front, so I’ll have to be careful to avoid them.

I touch the sharp tip of one horn. “I don’t mean to be a naysayer, but how does this work, exactly? ”

“You’re overthinking. Come straddle me here.” He pats his collarbone. “You can face my cock, and if you’re good, I’ll let you suck on it.”

Those words shouldn’t have the effect on me that they do.

I make a needy little sound and hop up on the bed.

I’m not graceful as I climb over him, not in the slightest, but he makes sounds of pure appreciation as I awkwardly clamber onto his chest. Once I’m sprawled over him, I press my good hand on his stomach and prop up a bit.

Immediately, he jerks me backward, and then his muzzle is between my thighs.

Raptor licks me with one long, lascivious stroke, and I cry out, my thighs clenching reflexively.

He gives my flank a tap, then grips my thick backside in his huge hands.

“Perfect,” he mutters between licks, his tongue making me crazed with one long, tantalizing lick after another. “You comfortable?”

I’m straddling his face backward, staring at the cock I can’t quite reach and getting my insides tongued into oblivion. “Never…better….” I wheeze.

“Good, because I’m going to be here awhile.”

And he is. The wonderful, wonderful male takes his time with me, tonguing me all over before thrusting into me with a finger and commenting on all the ‘‘pretty” noises my now-wet pussy makes with every touch. When I’m close to the edge, that long, fascinating Taurian tongue slides against my clit, teasing it until I come, rocking against his face.

Panting, I collapse over him.

He nuzzles my inner thighs and my pussy, as if he can’t quite help himself. It sends little aftershocks through my body, and I slide off him when this gets to be too much. I eye him with a dazed expression, but he just grins at me, very satisfied with himself.

“That was…incredible.”

“It was, aye.” He puts his hands behind his head, and the stretch of his big arms reminds me of just how many bandages he’s covered in.

“How are your wounds?”

“Forgotten. Want to let me lick you again? I bet I can wring another orgasm or three out of you.”

That sounds delicious, but I want to touch him first. I lean over his big thighs, staring at the cock I’m now very close to.

It’s heavy with arousal, his knot a vivid hue.

The head of his cock is wet and sloppy with pre-cum, and I’m dying to lick it clean.

“You haven’t been bitten here by ratlings. ”

“Nah. Saved that for you.”

“Thoughtful.”

“I’m the most thoughtful of bulls.”

“With the most impressive tongue.” I lean close and tease a fingernail over his knot, watching as his entire body clenches and a fresh bead of pre-cum appears.

With only one hand, I’m going to have to get creative with my mouth and the fingers I have available.

I shift my weight, reaching for him while protecting my hand.

“Want to knot you,” he rasps, and runs a hand down my flank. “May I?”

I bite my lip, because I don’t know what’s sexier—that he wants to knot me, or that he’s asking permission. “Aye, but you’re going to have to do most of the work—”

The words have barely left my lips before he’s out from under me, and then he’s lifting my hips into the air. I’m on my belly, my arse to the sky, and he runs a finger through the wet seam of my cunt, making sure that I’m slick enough to take him.

I moan, pressing my face against the bedding as he fingers me, my body making sloppy, wet noises. He grunts with approval and then toys with my clit. “You can take me, little bantam.”

“I can.” It’s a breathless sigh of pure delight. “Give me your knot.”

He pushes into me slowly, thoroughly, until my toes are curling.

He’s just as large as I remember, and he rocks into me with small, sharp thrusts, all the while telling me how good I’m taking him and how much he wants to bury himself inside me.

How I’m his perfect, precious mate. When I’m stuffed full of his cock, I let out a whimper.

I know there’s more to come, and I’m full of anticipation.

There’s nothing to fear in a mate with a constant knot.

It’s a blessing from the gods for sure.

And when he pushes deeper, cramming that thick band of his knot into my body and locking us together, I’m pretty sure I see the heavens themselves.