Page 5 of Screwed by the Minotaur in Hallow’s Cove (Hallow’s Cove #6)

She was relentless in her pursuit, a spiral of urgency.

I let her peel my shirt off, let her hands roam over the expanse of my chest, broad and dusted with chestnut fur.

She stroked up and down my arms, admiring the bunch and pull of my muscles as I flexed under her touch.

She mouthed at my collarbone, my shoulder.

“If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to lose control,” I groaned, and she laughed—a bright sound that made my blood surge. I lowered my mouth to her neck, sucking her soft skin.

Lea arched up into me. Her hands found my belt next and within seconds she’d worked the buckle and button free, her fingers grazing the line of fur beneath my waistband.

She hesitated only to look up at me, as if looking for permission, but her eyes were glassy and dark. Beyond the point of no return.

“Take me out,” I whispered.

Her hand wrapped around my cock, and the shock of pleasure nearly doubled me over. I hissed between my teeth, bracing my forearm on the doorframe behind her head.

“Good lord,” she said, the words tumbling out before she could catch them. Her hand had stilled, thumb tracing the swollen ridge at the head of my cock, and she looked up at me, eyes huge. “That’s not even, like—that’s not normal, right?”

I bit back a laugh and cupped her cheek, letting warmth fill my voice. “I can stop if it’s too much. Really. I want you to feel good.”

She shook her head, then blinked as if recalibrating. “No, I-I want to, I do, I just… wow.” She gave a breathy laugh and wrapped her hand around me again, this time as if measuring, reassessing the territory. “I’ve never been intimidated by a dick before.”

That made me bark out a real laugh, the tension shattering, and I kissed her forehead, her hairline, her jaw. “We can go slow,” I said, voice guttural. “Or we can go hard. Whatever you want, Lea. You call it.”

She didn’t hesitate. She pressed herself to my chest, all softness and urgent heat, and whispered, “I want you to fuck me, Rick. I want to feel it tomorrow.”

She said it like a dare. Like she already knew what I would do.

I braced her with a hand on her hip, aligning us. Even then, I took my time, letting the head of my cock trace slick circles through her folds. I watched her bite her lip, eyes fluttering, the muscles in her thighs trembling as she fought for patience.

“You’re so big,” she whispered, a mix of awe and hunger tinging her voice. “You’re not going to break me, are you?”

I have her a half-smile. “I’d never break you. But I might ruin you for anyone else.”

I paused. We’d gotten so caught up I hadn’t even thought about protection.

It had been quite a while since I’d been so wrapped up in a partner I’d forgotten about protection.

I froze, caught between the heady fog of need and the stinging sobriety of responsibility.

I looked down at her, searching her face for any sign of uncertainty. There was none.

She must have read my mind. “I’m on the pill,” she whispered, her thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “And I got tested after my last partner.” She blinked, hopeful. “I’m good. Are you?”

I exhaled, the knot in my chest loosening. “Yeah. I get checked every few months. Just… wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

She nodded, and with a little laugh that was half relief, half anticipation, she hooked her heel behind my thigh and pulled me tight.

I lined myself up, careful, holding back—her body was so much smaller than mine, and I didn’t want to hurt her, not even by accident.

“Ready?” I asked, voice half a growl, half a prayer.

She nodded, eyes shining with want.

I pressed in slowly, inch by impossibly sweet inch.

Her gasp, sharp and unguarded, nearly undid me.

She was so tight, her body stretching to accommodate mine, every muscle straining to take more.

I rocked back, then deeper, easing myself in up to the ring halfway up my cock, pausing there.

She was so small. I needed to go slow. But Lea surprised me.

Notching her heel on my ass, right below my tail, she pushed me into her welcoming heat.

Deeper and deeper, until I was buried to the hilt.

For a dizzy, unreal moment, I stayed like that.

The world could have ended. I wouldn’t have noticed.

She moved first. Hips rolling up, greedy for friction, for fullness.

I found a rhythm—deep and slow, not wanting to rush, just wanting to feel her.

I braced myself on either side of her head, savoring the way she arched up, every writhe a small, electric shock that ran from my cock straight through my spine.

She clung to me, nails raking my arms gentle at first, then harder, until she left half-moon indents in my skin. I liked that, the proof she was losing herself. I wanted to hear her lose it, too.

“God, you’re perfect,” I breathed against her neck, biting her earlobe with my flat teeth. “You feel so fucking good, Lea.”

She whimpered, head rocking back against the pillows, curls fanned everywhere. “More,” she begged. “I want all of you.”

“You really want it?” I pulled out just enough, slow and teasing, then thrust in again, a little rougher. “You want me to ruin you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, “Please. Harder—”

I grabbed her ass, holding her in place, and upped the pace.

The sound of us filled the room, skin slapping skin, her panting and my ragged grunts.

I watched her face, every flicker of sensation, every gasp.

She was getting close. Her whole body tensed, her pupils blown so wide the iris was just a sliver of color.

My cock throbbed inside her, every squeeze and flutter making me want to lose control.

But I knew I could make her come for a second time first.

“God, look at you,” I growled, voice thick. “Taking every inch, so fucking brave. You like being split open, don’t you?”

If she’d been shy, it was gone now; she clawed at my back, moaning into my shoulder. “Yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t—”

“I won’t. You’re doing so good for me. Fuck, you’re perfect, sweetheart,” I told her, hips slamming into hers with animal urgency. She locked her ankles at the small of my back, pulling me impossibly deeper.

I gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, and angled my hips until I could feel the flat head of my cock hit that spot that would make her go wild.

She cried out, her body arching so sharply her shoulders left the bed.

She was clinging to me like I might disappear if she let go.

Her orgasm hit her hard—her whole body spasmed so suddenly I nearly came with her.

I slowed just a little, wanting to feel every shudder, to drag out the sweetness as long as she let me. When her spasms softened, I kissed her, gentle and grateful.

Only when she’d collapsed, boneless and glowing, did I let myself go.

I pulled out, just enough for her to feel the stretch again, then slammed into her once, twice, three times, and came so hard it turned the world white around the edges.

I emptied myself deep inside her, a roaring throb that left me shaking.

I fell into her, my full weight braced on my elbows, afraid of smothering her. But she only laughed, a breathless, delighted thing, and ran her hands up my arms, soothing every muscle like she’d known how much I’d worry.

We lay that way for a while, tangled and sticky and perfectly, silently attuned. Her head fit just under my chin, breath winding back to something even and slow. My own lungs steadied, my heart pounding with animal satisfaction of a male who’d found exactly what he didn’t know he’d been missing.

I could have stayed like that for hours, but eventually Lea stirred, shifting her hips and letting me slip out. There was a low, decadent wetness between her thighs, and some of it smeared against my own skin. I grinned, unable to help myself. She caught the look and poked my side.

“Don’t look so smug,” she teased, though her lips didn’t quite manage a straight line. “You’re the one who almost broke the hotel door.”

“I’ll fix it,” I promised.