Page 52 of When the Witch Met the Minotaur
She cackles like the gorgeous witch she is and eases down my body. She removes the rest of my clothing and climbs back up. With a wicked glance up, she takes me into her mouth.
“Tully. Fuck. Tully, I…”
Sucking and stroking like it’s something she’s wanted to do for a long time, she unravels me as neatly as her spell did my tunic.
“Tully, I’m going to?—”
My knot swells a bit, and she eases away to study it. Kneeling, she removes her rumpled dress and underthings, taking her time and batting her thick red eyelashes.
“I really and truly want to bend you over, Witch.”
She bares her slightly sharp incisors at me and I lash my tail as much as I can with half of it trapped under me. Once she is in her fully naked glory, she throws a leg over me and straddles me. Once my knot lessens in size, she meets my eyes.
“It’s time to try this,” she says, her voice husky and undeniably sensual.
I swallow hard. “I don’t know.”
“I do. I am in charge here. Are you willing?”
“Once I’m inside and it swells, there’s no going back.”
Lifting one knee, she gives me a full view of her sex. Desire slams into me, and I shudder.
“You’re absolutely perfect,” I grunt out and lift my hips, wishing these damned ties were long gone.
She takes hold of me and positions my cock at her slick entrance. “Slowly, now, Minotaur. You seem in too much of a hurry.”
“Can you blame me? You’re exquisite.”
Pride gleams in her sultry look. “I know.”
I grin, adoring her confidence, and raise my hips. She bears down to meet me, throwing her head back and letting out a moan. The sensation of her heat fully enveloping my length has me trembling again. She lifts herself a fraction, and then I buck against her, slamming into her all the way again. We both cry out this time, and my cock is shuddering against the squeeze of her silken warmth.
Chapter 25
Tully
“Ihave to come, Tully. You’re sure you want to try this? Last chance to back out.”
I narrow my eyes and bounce on him slowly. Blessed Stones, the way he is all sweating and undone with those damned glasses on… I suck in a vicious breath, not allowing myself to come quite yet.
“There will be no backing out,” he hisses.
I press down, taking him in full.
Argos grunts my name as well as a few obscenities. Pleasure unfurls from my head to my toes. He grips my breast with his tail, flicking the end over my nipple. I whimper and ride him hard, and then, I feel it—his knot is swelling.
My climax slithers impatiently inside me. I am so wet for this monster. His knot is filling me so completely. I shut my eyes and swallow, my legs trembling.
“It feels amazing,” I whisper. “So full.”
“Tully. Gods?—”
His hips jerk seemingly without his control and his tail whips against my breasts, wild and just the amount of rough that I adore.
“Yes, Argos!”
Then heat surges inside me. He is coming hard, and his knot is hot as fire and I love the almost painful full feeling of it. I force myself not to come. To wait. It will be that much more fantastic. He’s thrashing against me, and I hiss, loving every second. I dig my nails into his massive chest and let my breast bounce right in front of those glasses of his.