Page 18 of Misbehaving With Minotaurs (Haven Ever After #8)

It seems just moments later, orgasm overtakes me, and I snatch at both his horns as I grind against his face, riding out mind-bending waves of bliss.

I can’t scream in this room and risk everyone hearing, but my mouth is open all the same as I force myself not to make a sound.

My eyes roll and lips curl back as Manorin keeps up that damned licking, his fingers never stopping their movement.

He licks until I’m over-sensitized, and then he flips me over on the table. After parting my ass cheeks and lifting my hips, he licks my pussy from behind, cleaning me of all that sweet honey he brought forth.

“So fucking good,” he groans.

Another lick.

A nuzzle at my pucker.

I claw at the table, desperate to get more of him, to get him deeper, to be filled the way only someone of Manorin’s immense size can fill me. I’m a succubus; I can partner with anyone and be physically capable of enjoying it. But there is absolutely no replacement for minotaur cock.

Manorin uses his grip on my hips to rock me along his tongue as heat swirls again.

But I need more. I want more.

Growling, I shove backward and spin. I reach up and pull at the buttons along his shoulders, ripping his shirt from his torso. The sight of all those thick, fur-covered muscles makes my mouth water.

“The way you look at me makes me hot.” He grips my throat. “Take everything else off, woman.”

He shoulders his way out of the half-undone shirt and tosses it aside.

For a moment, I can’t do anything but stare at giant pecs, so familiar and yet not at the same time.

Thick bars pierce them. That’s new. His nipples were always sensitive before, but I’ll bet they’re more so now. He’s huge everywhere.

“You’re bigger than before.”

He chuckles and lifts my chin. “Wait until you see the rest of me, Cath. Lotta male for you to enjoy.” He sighs with pleasure as I reach down and unbutton his jeans.

“I’m ready to enjoy it.” I slide the jeans over his ass, careful with his tail.

Once it's free of the fabric, he swings it and curls it around my waist, holding me tightly to him.

Stepping backward, he sinks into the chair and pulls me on top of him, nestled into his lap with my thighs wide around his torso.

Between us, his cock extrudes from its sheath, sticking up obscenely thick and tall. I take a moment to admire how damn perfect it is with thick rings of flesh a third and two thirds of the way down.

Manorin strokes his knuckles along my shoulder. “Still think we’ll fit, Sunshine?”

I force myself to look up from a cock so gorgeous, my mouth’s watering.

“Yes,” is all I can manage before I grip it and stroke the tip.

Crimson eyes flash with need as his lips curl back into a snarl. He reaches behind his head, clasping his hands together as he watches me explore him.

Tucking my legs so I can move up and down on top of him, I nestle his cock between my thighs and ride a stripe along it.

His sigh matches mine, but he doesn’t move as I take pleasure from him.

His shaft is thick and hot, dripping creamy white strings from the flat tip.

Each pass over the thick rings that separate it into sections caresses my clit, nudging it to one side and the other.

“Take what you need, pretty girl,” he murmurs, bringing one of my hands up to his long, curved horn. He grabs his cock with the other hand and thwaps it against my clit, sending a shudder zipping down my spine.

I stiffen and moan as my other hand moves to the golden ring in his nose.

I love that I don’t have to be careful with it because minotaurs are so incredibly strong and impervious to pain.

Slipping two fingers through the ring, I hold tight as I ride up and down him again.

Gods, it feels good to do this after so long.

My pussy clenches, honey dripping from me with every pass along his shaft.

“Soak me in that sweet cream, Cath,” he growls, bringing both hands to my hips. Big fingers dig in and help lift me on and off him, but I need more. I need to be filled.

When I reach down and grab his cock, guiding it to my entrance, he swats my hand away. “Not tonight, Catherine.”

Shocked at his words, I angrily flash my eyes gold at him, a sign of my power to entrance. Power I’ve used to control him in the past, with his consent, of course, but it was natural, so natural to use that power with him.

He snarls, “You gonna make me let you, Sunshine?” Grabbing my hips, he bucks upward, bouncing me into the air so I slide back down his length, coating us both in his sticky precum.

“Don’t think so, woman.” Bounce. Slide. Soak him.

“Use me like this,” he commands, “and if you’re good, I’ll let you have more tomorrow. ”

“The nerve of?—”

He cuts my words off with a hand around my throat, his grip tight as he uses his hold there and my hip to fuck harder.

His nostrils flare as I yank on the gold ring and twist. Manorin gasps and lows, a rumbly, deep noise that has heat splashing through me in waves.

The buck of his hips thrusts his cock through my folds, teasing every inch of me while not giving me nearly enough of what I want.

Gasping, I ride him as the heat builds and swirls into a hurricane. My thighs tremble as he bucks and thrusts with methodical, incredible force. The chair creaks beneath his heavy weight, rocking as the sounds of fucking that’s not actually fucking fill the room.

Stars burst behind my eyelids as bliss overtakes me, muscles tightening as my pussy floods his hard, hot length. I clap a hand over my mouth to avoid screaming as every sensation I can catalog pinpoints to Manorin and the satisfied sounds he makes as he drags orgasm from the depths of my soul.

It seems like hours that I come, clenching on nothing as he holds me steadily, his cock rubbing up, down, and through my pussy lips until I’m begging, honestly begging, for more.

“Just soak me with your cum, Cath,” he commands in that low, sultry way of his. I’d forgotten about it, just how dirty this minotaur’s mouth is.

“Tomorrow, maybe, when we can steal away for a minute, I’ll let you suck me off. Nobody ever could take all of me the way you can.” He guides my trembling hand to his cock head.

I moan at finding him coated in sticky precum, slick and perfect for?—

The moment I drop down to take him into my mouth, he chuckles and pulls me tighter to him. “Naughty woman thinking she can have what I just told her she can’t.”

“Give it to me,” I command, sliding my hand down his length and pulling the way he used to love.

He cocks his head to the side, crimson eyes flashing. “No, Catherine.”

When I flash my eyes gold at him, he chuckles. “I’m stronger than I was as a young male, pretty girl. You think you can still control me so easily?”

My nostrils flare at his challenge. He was always like this, under my skin and pushing, pushing, pushing until we became a wild frenzy of heat.

“Do you want to find out, Manorin?”

He shifts me off his lap and stands, pulling jeans back up over his huge thighs, although his enormous cock pokes out and presses against his stomach.

“Not tonight, Sunshine,” he says with a blistering smile. Gripping my throat, he backs me across the room until I hit the door. “But tomorrow when we can steal away for five minutes, I’ll press you to another wall somewhere and fuck you good. What do you think?”

“You’re playing with me.” I cross my arms and pout, yet he does nothing but chuckle.

I’d swear there’s a twinkle in those familiar crimson eyes.

“You know I am, and you know I should. Because the best, hottest sex comes when you’re so desperate for it, you’re ready to tackle your partner in the sheets just to get what you want.

” He drags his gaze down my body and back up.

“You’re not there yet, pretty girl. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day.”

Stepping back, he releases his grip on my throat and turns, grabbing my dress. He hands it to me as he reaches for the door handle. When he pulls it open, moving me bodily out of the way and nudging me toward the hall, I scoff and tie the dress quickly around my body.

“Well, I never…”

“Good night, Catherine,” he says with a smirk.

I wave at the obvious erection still pressed to his belly. “But you’re not even, I mean?—”

His smirk grows feral. “Oh, I’m gonna take care of it, Catherine, here in my room by myself.” He pulls close, nuzzling his way up my neck until the gold ring in his nose presses below my ear. “Maybe I’ll even think of you when I do it.”

Before I can respond, he steps back inside and closes the door.