Page 23 of Misbehaving With Minotaurs (Haven Ever After #8)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CATHERINE
T he snapping thrall outside the ward draws another, and another, and another, until a herd of them lunge and bite at the green surface.
It’ll hold because I will it to be so.
Still, the proximity of danger calls my magic, my need to protect, along with it. The danger is right there , but I don’t feel unsafe. Instead, it lends a heady, intoxicating edge to the sex.
Manorin’s eyes are glassy as he stares at me, breathing heavily with that perfect, huge cock buried to the hilt inside me. When I smile, it flexes, arching against my G-spot and sending a swirl of need through me.
He lows, the mooing sound deep and full of longing.
My power to beguile fills me, producing a nearly depthless sensation of confidence, like I could do anything in this entire world. I could leap off a building and fly. I could level armies.
I could rule this giant male buried inside me.
“Put me on my hands and knees,” I command.
He backs us away from the tree and sets me down, facing the ward and the thralls.
After spinning me away from him, he drops me carefully to the ground, pushing me forward onto my hands and knees.
My power swirls like a hurricane beneath my skin, loving being used like this for the first time in so very long.
I toss a smile over my shoulder. “Eat, Manorin.”
He grunts and presses me forward, fully tangled in my magic. I’m controlling him, and he allows it because he trusts me. That he still does, after all this time, warms something inside me that’s been dead and cold for ages.
Thought scrambles as he licks a path up my pussy, over my back pucker, sucking at it with his big, flat lips. It’s always bothered him that we couldn’t kiss, per se, but it never bothered me when we dated.
That tongue . It’s incredible. Soft and hot and huge. When he licks, he covers all of me, heat tingling through me as my nipples pebble. I’ve never been able to last long when he eats me.
“Harder,” I manage, eyes rolling into my head as I lose myself to the sensation of that enormous tongue and talented mouth, licking and nipping at my sensitive skin.
The moment orgasm threatens to crash through me, I command him to stop.
He does in a moment, a quiet, steady presence at my back, waiting for my next directive.
Instead, I shift backward and impale myself on his perfect, thick cock, filling myself deeply. I clench around him, spurred on by his low, needy groan. But he won’t move, won’t fuck, not until I tell him to. And I want to play.
I move forward and back, taking him slowly inside me and clenching before I release him and slide off. His soft groan rises, becoming a series of deep, needy groans mixed with the occasional rumbly snarl. He brings both hands to my hips and digs his big fingers into my skin.
He’s hot, ready to come, ready to go wild.
“Not yet,” I whisper, marveling at how it feels to be so impossibly full of a cock that would split other women in two. He’s long and thick, and that magical tip arcs and flexes inside me, dragging pleasure from the depths to build and swirl around him.
He roars, fighting the magic that binds his agency. Thralls smash into the ward, sending shimmering green rings radiating outward from where they hit. My power rises and sparks inside me in response to the danger and Manorin’s barely restrained power.
Focusing, I snap the mental threads of my power, unleashing him.
He falls forward over my back, bringing his left arm around me to cup my breast, pinching the nipple. His muzzle comes to the back of my shoulder, where he nips and bites at my skin.
“Damnit, Sunshine. You nearly had me undone. I was seconds away from filling this perfect little pussy with gallons of cum. You ready for it?”
There’s nothing in this world like Manorin’s ability to talk me into an orgasm.
“Take what you want,” I offer, curving against his far larger frame as I grind against him.
A rumbling growl is my only answer as he draws my hands behind my back, holding them captured in one of his.
With his free hand, he lifts my torso, his cock nestled between us.
It throbs against the cleft of my ass, dripping sticky precum onto my back as I wiggle my hips, desperate to feel him inside of me again.
“You can hold a horn for leverage,” he says. “Just one. I want your other hand back here, my little forest maiden.”
Reaching up, I grip a horn. Manorin brings one hand beneath my right arm, and the other guides his cock to my channel, pressing the spongy tip to me. I moan at how delicious it feels that he’s so sticky, so wet, so ready for me.
I clench on nothing as I tighten my grip on the crook of his horn. Once I’ve got a hold of it, he brings a hand to my hair and wraps it around his fist, holding me taut. The knowledge that I’m about to be absolutely ravished has me preening in anticipation.
Behind me, though, he waits, teasing me with the hint of that perfect, huge cock.
“Nor,” I growl, eyes flashing golden even though he can’t see them.
“Quiet, woman,” he commands, “I’m in control now.”
A moan is my only answer to that, but it cuts off, becoming a strangled scream when he snaps his hips and fills me with a single, hard thrust. His shaft is blissfully hard and hot, the thick rings of flesh at each juncture rubbing on all those extra-sensitive places.
Inside me, it kicks and flexes, sending washes of heat through me as goose flesh peppers my skin.
He’s still for just a moment, allowing me to adjust as I tighten and loosen around him, my power basking in what only he can give me. He’s familiar and new all at the same time, this hot, hard male at my back.
But conscious thought slips away as he fists my hair tighter and bucks his hips again, driving me off his cock and yanking me back down. I grip his horn harder as pleas fall from my lips: “Oh god, Nor, harder, please.”
He drags my head to the side and bites my neck, sharp fangs poking into my skin and bringing a fresh wave of honey to soak his cock.
“I said quiet, little forest maiden. I want you ravaged, unable to stop the onslaught of this enormous, feral male who came upon you. Do you understand?” When I don’t answer, he bites harder, and I squirm, fighting off an orgasm that’s going to destroy me. I know it will.
When he twists my hair, pain joining the pleasure, I cry out, “Yes, Manorin! Gods, please!”
“Not a god,” he growls into my skin. “A monster.” He thrusts again, dragging me off him and right back on, until I’m lost to the sensation of being filled and then left empty .
Mere moments later, bliss hits me, and I erupt, shockwaves of energy and pleasure radiating as I scream into the quiet of the forest. Nor claps a hand over my mouth as he fucks me, a devious chuckle his answer to my bliss.
But I want him coming with me. When I clench around him, stroking his cock with my pussy, his chuckle abruptly cuts off.
Moments later, his thrusting goes harder, ragged, as he grunts against my neck. I clench harder, even as waves of ecstasy reduce me to a mindless being of pure sensation.
Nor gasps, tenses, then he roars so hard, the ground beneath us shakes. His hips snap against me furiously, almost bruising, sparking a second orgasm as I cling to his horn and beg for dear life.
When the fire fades, he sinks onto his haunches and holds me back to his heaving chest. Nuzzling my neck, he groans as he holds me steady, limp. I’m blissed out and sated, and I don’t think we ever had sex that good even when we were younger.
“That was?—”
“Extraordinary,” he finishes. “Mind-blowing. The way you take me, little maiden.” He chuckles as he snuffles against my neck and licks at the bites from earlier. “Let’s do it again.”
M anorin strokes my cheek, our legs tangled together as my chest heaves. Aftershocks from yet another of the strongest orgasms I’ve had in centuries roll through my system, my back arching as I press my breasts skyward. More, more, more. Now that he’s opened those floodgates, I won’t be sated.
Manorin chuckles, bending over to take a breast into his mouth. He sucks and pulls at my nipple, a needy whine falling from me as I squirm. The tiny hairs on his muzzle tickle me, even as I seek more of his touch .
“Been a long time, Cath? I figured you’d give me five minutes before you needed me a fifth time.”
I guide my breast back to his mouth. “Less talking, more of this.”
He laughs but sucks at it again. When he pops off my nipple, he shoots me a wry grin. “I still haven’t fed you yet, woman.”
I return the saucy expression. “You know, for a succubus, cum is a legitimate food group.”
His dark brows shoot up. “Have I unleashed you, my sassy little forest maiden? Romance leading to no-strings-attached sex, and now you can’t get enough of me? You're in serious danger of agreeing to yet another date.”
I pause, because he’s right. I agreed to this one, but emotionally I’ve held back for obvious reasons. What we just did is all this is meant to be. But as he strokes giant fingers down the front of my neck, between my breasts, down to the curves of my belly… I feel cherished.
I feel desired. And more than that, I feel supported, like I’m not alone, like whatever needs to happen, Manorin will take care of it. In this moment, the rules we created don’t matter. They’re as forgotten as my demand that we focus on just fun.
When I don’t answer, crimson eyes flash to mine as he continues stroking my body. “You know, losing you nearly broke me. But being with you now feels right, Cath; it feels good in a way I haven’t felt since you.”
His words flay something open inside me, my mouth slightly parted as I try to suck air in without looking like his commentary’s giving me heart palpitations.
He rolls over, pulling me on top of his huge body.
He nestles my legs on either side of him, then pulls my arms up around his neck so my face brushes against his snout.
“I didn’t date for a long time after you declined my tattoo. Eventually, I dated a bit, nothing ever serious until more recently.” He sighs. “There was a lovely pixie woman I dated seriously for a decade or two. We had a lot of good times, but something was missing, always missing.”
His fingers trace a trail along my jawline.
“She and I didn’t fit together in all the right ways.
She was deeply submissive, and while there’s nothing wrong with that, I could never really push and pull her the way you and I did.
I wasn’t right for her, either. She eventually left for a troll Dom in Arcadia who could give her what she needed better than I could. ”
He waves between us. “I share that all to say, chase the good feelings with me, Cath. Let me spoil the fuck outta you, if only for a little while. Otherwise, our Pine Gulch weekend might be awkward—I only booked one room, and it’s only got one bed.”
Laughing, I press forward and rub my cheek along his, loving the way his soft fur feels against me. He brings both arms around my body and strokes, his touch reverent.
“Thank you for sharing that with me.” I rub the underside of one of his fuzzy ears. “I’m sorry she wasn’t right, but I’m glad I have time with you again now.”
As we lie there talking about everything and nothing, I can’t help but feel a mix of elation and dread. This date has been everything I could have wanted.
But I’m already afraid to lose it.