Page 34 of Misbehaving With Minotaurs (Haven Ever After #8)

I nip and bite at her mouth before moving to her neck and biting my way softly down it and along her collarbone. “Mine,” I growl. “I need you to be mine, Cath. Mine, after so long.”

“This is complicated,” she says with a soft moan as I close my lips over her shoulder.

“It’s not,” I say. “I’ll always love the Gulch, that’s true, but I’ll never want it like I want you.”

She pushes away just far enough to look up into my eyes. “Can’t we find a happy middle ground somewhere, Nor?”

“Don’t care about that,” I grumble as I press her down onto the bed and climb over top of her, rocking my hips against her body.

“I want you all in on this love, Sunshine. Because I’m all in on it.

I don’t want any part of you to hold back from me.

I want you to love me the way you want to. Tell me you will.”

Gray eyes flash with gold as she reaches up and slides her forefinger through my nose ring, holding me captive. “We have to be at Town Hall in an hour for a meeting about the proposed town expansion, and I need you before then.”

“Whatever my Sunshine wants, she gets.” I run a hand under her and turn her on her belly. “On your knees, female. I’m gonna mount you first, and then you’re gonna ride me. I need you coming at least four or five times before you leave this bed.”

She smiles up at me and flips onto her knees, casting me a wicked look over her shoulder as her eyes begin to gleam gold.

“Take what you want, Nor. Because all of this? It’s yours.”

“Perfect,” I murmur as I dip low and rub my muzzle all over her ass. “Mine, Catherine. Repeat it after me.”

“Yours, Nor. Always.” Her voice is muffled as she lifts her ass high, rubbing it all over my face.

Heat shreds my sanity as I pull her pants down and off her legs, tossing them to the floor.

Beautiful pink lace hides her pussy from me, and I press it to the side to lick her.

The first taste of my woman fully banishes rational thought from my brain.

I’m reduced to fire and need as I lap at her pussy lips, wetting her to prepare her for me.

She soaks my tongue with honey as I gradually lose my godsdamned mind.

When she starts panting softly, I pull the panties down and throw them to the floor. I shift forward over top of her, notching myself at her entrance. Slipping slowly inside, I thrust with light, shallow moves, just enough to tease her.

And me.

Because the way her wet heat grips me has a desperate sound rumbling from my throat .

“Harder,” she commands, her tone breathy and laced with need.

“You’ll get that when I’m ready,” I correct as I watch my cock disappear inside her slippery channel.

A little growl is the first hint at my woman’s frustration.

Catherine grips the sheets and uses them as leverage to push backward, impaling herself until nearly two thirds of my length is buried inside.

She lets out a happy little mewl and rocks her hips as slick drips from her, covering me in that fucking scent I can’t seem to get enough of.

“Sunshine,” I warn, but she does it again.

If I’m honest, I can’t stop staring at where we connect, at the way her pussy gobbles up my cock like it can’t get enough.

Shifting up and back onto my heels, I watch as she takes what she wants from me.

I’d intended to ravage her when I got here, but the way she takes charge has always been hot for me.

Her first orgasm surprises me, her channel clamping down and locking me inside her as fluttery waves pulsate against me. Cath arches and screams, thighs trembling. My eyes roll into my head as I allow myself to simply feel her, to experience her, the way she responds so beautifully to me.

As the orgasm fades, my need to dominate rises and I flip her onto her belly.

With a quick thrust, I take her again, lifting one leg to drape it over my forearm.

I grab her other knee with my left hand and push it out wide so I can watch every moment.

I haven’t come yet, and I won’t until I drag at least one more orgasm from her.

Big breasts sway, their pink tips peaked and hard.

I meet her feral gaze. “Do you need my mouth, Sunshine? Do you want my tongue on those pretty rosy nipples?”

She shifts onto one elbow and runs a hand over her right breast, plucking the nipple until it stands tall.

It’s all the invitation I need, so I lean forward and suck nearly her whole breast into my mouth, pulling hard as she whines and grips my left horn. Cath rolls her hips in time with me, and it’s just moments before she comes again, thrusting fast and hard as orgasm builds in my sack.

When her orgasm stretches long, I can’t hold back and I follow her into bliss. My roars of triumph echo off the ceiling beams as I take my woman a half dozen more times.

Even that won’t fully sate her, not when her near depthless power needs so very much from me.

And that’s just fine because there won’t ever be a day when I’m not ready to fulfill every fucking need my Sunshine has.

N ight stretches long as I hold Cath in my arms, stroking her naked back.

To our left, a wall of windows lets faint moonlight in.

Annabelle opens the center window with a soft, sad sigh.

Somehow, despite not having the same obvious connection to her that Catherine does…

I sense what she needs. My other girl needs attention that I’ve been promising.

Carefully, I tuck Catherine into the sheets, guiding her leg over a long body pillow I’ve noticed she uses. Gray waves are splayed over the pillow. Annabelle shuffles the blanket up and over Catherine, shimmying it until it’s covering up to her chin. My woman looks so peaceful like this.

“I’m all yours, sweet girl,” I quietly call to the windows as I grab jeans and slide them up my body.

It’s late and I’m gonna get dirty, so I opt to forego a shirt of any sort.

Padding downstairs, I head toward the front door and out onto the porch.

The shutters shimmy from their spots propped against Annabelle’s white railing.

One of the porch boards pops up and rolls the closed can of paint toward my foot .

I laugh. Annabelle’s insistent even when I’ve already made it clear I’m coming to help.

For the next few hours, I talk about Pine Gulch and my family, telling Annabelle little stories as I paint every shutter a brilliant white. Ever’s quiet this late…not a single passerby in the street. It’s a good thing, because this time with Annabelle is something I’ll cherish.

As I brush a stroke onto the final shutter, Annabelle waves her front doors open wide, a soft rustling sound emitting from inside the building.

I close the paint up and grab the brush, returning inside.

A light flickers from the kitchen hallway, so I follow it to find the kitty cat timer propped up on the kitchen sink handle. It meows and hops up and down.

Annabelle might not have command of English, but she’s communicative all the same. I turn the water on and wash the brush until it’s free of paint, then sit it beside the kitchen to dry. The timer hops onto my forearm and rolls up toward my ear, nestling herself beneath it like she seems to enjoy.

I’d love to go snuggle Catherine, but I’m wide awake now.

And somehow, a trip to the gym doesn’t feel quite right.

So instead, I make a steaming pot of coffee as the timer snores softly beneath my ear.

Heading for the front porch once more, I ensconce myself in a rocking chair and sit in silence with Annabelle as the moon heads low and the sun slowly rises.

If I know one thing, it’s this—Ever’s starting to feel a lot like home.