Page 40 of When the Witch Met the Minotaur

“Unless you allow it.”

I tilt my head, impressed at his confidence as he stands there completely naked and asking to bind me to his bed. “What exactly do you have in mind, Minotaur?”

“I want to make you scream, Witch.”

I’m wet as hell already.

“Let’s see what you’ve got.” I slip off my hat and boots, then I sit back on his bed and permit him to tie each of my wrists to the curving brass rods that make up the headboard.

“I’m enjoying the view, but I’m not sure you will be as good at this as I could be,” I say.

He kneels at the end of the bed and begins sliding his hands up my ankles, my calves, and then over my knees. Shivers spreadfrom his touch like he is made of thundersnow and soon my whole body is vibrating—warm and sensitive.

“If you want to tie me up next, I’ll be your glad victim.”

I smile as he unclasps my garter and begins rolling down my thick winter stockings. Once they are on the floor, he kisses his way up and down each leg. His breath is hot and soft on my skin and my eyes flutter closed as pleasure skips across my body in gentle waves. He moves to hover over me, his cock brushing my corseted stomach, and he reaches between my back and the mattress to untie my corset. The release of the corset’s pressure has me taking a deep breath that shifts my breasts free to dust across his powerful chest. My nipples harden and I take another breath, this one uneven. He sets his nose against my hair and inhales.

“You smell amazing.” His hand bunches in my curls. “I love your wild hair.”

He moves lower, and the chains on his horns tickle my cheek as he licks my throat once, twice. His mouth closes over a nipple, and he bites it hard enough to hurt but not so vicious as to injure. Desire ricochets down my torso. I gasp. He slides down farther and dips one horn under my knee.

“I thought perhaps those horns would come in handy,” I say breathlessly.

He hums against my thigh and heat pools at my center. I want him to kiss me there. I need touch now. Not thinking, I try to grab at his horn to ease his mouth to my core, but the rope holds. I growl.

“Ah, ah, ah, Witch. You will be patient.”

He shifts his head so that my other knee is also hooked over a horn. He grins, eyes twinkling with mischief. My body pulses with heat.

His tongue reaches out to circle my most sensitive spot, and I fist my hands and buck my hips as pleasure courses throughme. His tongue is much longer and larger than any I’ve seen, and he uses it to sweep across my center and through my folds. The sensation is intense and a climax coils inside me, shivering and nearly ready to spring. He pushes his tongue inside me, deep and unrelenting.

“Argos!”

The heat and wetness of his tongue are driving across the exact right spot inside me and I want more.

“Please, faster.”

He pulls away a bit and whispers, “Not yet, my rival. I think you’ve earned a little punishment for how terribly you’ve treated me.”

“Bastard,” I hiss.

He laughs, kisses my thigh with just a brush of his lips, and then plunges his tongue inside me once more. I gasp and moan as he slowly moves in and out. He’s moving far too slowly for my taste. The pleasure is so incredibly intense that I raise up again, urging him to give me more. He grips my hip and meets my gaze again. What is he on about?

Something tickles my arse. His tail. He uses the tip to brush my arse cheeks while he keeps his tongue delving deep and slow inside of me. I’m shaking. Sweating. I’m near the edge.

And then he eases my legs onto the bed and rises up to crawl on top of me.

“Argos, no. I need more.”

“I’m in charge, remember? You’ll come when I say you’re ready.”

“You’re going to suffer for this.”

My body is trembling as he sets his cock against my center. He rubs himself up and over, not entering me but rubbing along the outside. Every time his slightly swollen knot runs over the right spot, I see stars. My heart beats low in my belly. Heincreases his pace and then I’m coming so hard I can’t take in any air. The climax roars through me.

“Take me, Argos.” I want him inside of me. Now.

“I can’t, Love,” he pants into my ear. “It might hurt you.”