Chapter 9

I've never been a sexual initiator. Or sexually adventurous. Or quick to engage of any kind of intimate activity. I've absolutely never done things the first night I was with someone. And it goes without saying that I've never been with a Minotaur.

If all of this were a dream, it would be the wildest, best dream anyone could have. But it's real. I'm naked with Constantine and our kiss is about to become a whole lot more.

"Natalie."The way he says my name sends warmth to every cell of my being. "So beautiful, my perfect one." He slides one thick, powerful arm around my back and pulls me flush against him, then dips down to kiss me again. His mouth is much bigger than mine, but our lips fit together as if they were meant to.

I run my hands all over him, sparks skittering through me as the short fur covering most of his body tickles my palms, my breasts, and every other bare, sensitive part of me. I'm being thoroughly and properly kissed by a monster. His tongue is long and broad and should feel like too much when it strokes into my mouth, but it's perfect. Warm and tickly and firm. Each kiss, each sweep of his tongue, tightens the longing tug between my legs. The achy emptiness I'm desperate for him to fill.

But that cock… holy hell, that cock. I could barely circle it with both hands. And it's so freaking long. There's no way it can fit inside me. But I want it to. God, I want it to.

The couple in that video had no problem fucking. That Minotaur wasn't as thick as Constantine, but he was still huge, and the woman didn't just take it—she took it like, well, like a porn star.

"That video," I say, breaking our kiss. "The couple, do you think they're bonded, or just having sex?"

"They're mated."

I pull back a little more so I can see Constantine's face. "How do you know?"

"Their bio was in the video description."

God, he's cute. Massive and sexy, yes, but cute. "You're probably the only creature on the face of the earth who reads the video description on a porn site." I squeak when he scoops me up into his arms. The position puts his arm directly under my ass, his fur teasing between my legs as he strides to the bed.

I expect him to lay me out, but instead, he sits me on the edge, parts my thighs, then drops to his knees between them. I can't even remember the last time a man voluntarily went downtown. I do know it wasn't in a fully lit room. And never like this, with me sitting up, watching. Yet I'm not the teensiest bit self-conscious. When he leans in, takes a deep breath, then one of his bullish huffs wafts over the place I want his mouth, I feel desired more than I ever have before.

Fire blazes in his amber eyes as he takes my hands and brings them to his horns. "Grip me hard and pull me in. Ride your bull's face until you come."

Oh. God. He's so dirty. And it works. It so works.

His horns are hard and coarse against my hands. I tighten my grip pull his face closer to my pussy. Eyes on me, he drags that wide black tongue across my sensitive pink flesh. I gasp at the immediate rush of need he stokes, pulling him tighter against me to get more. And he gives it.

My head falls back as his tongue burrows inside me, wiggling and thrusting, pressing against places that make me moan and squirm. Holding his horns, I rock against his face to take his tongue deeper, to feel his nose press against my clit. Squelching wetness and ravenous slurping fill my ears and I almost come from the deliciously dirty sound of being eaten out by my Minotaur mate.

He's my mate, and god, I am so his.

Would it work this way? The bond? Eyes closed, I open my mind to him. Clear away everything except him and me and the way he's making me feel. Warmth like before flows through me, and then he's there, in my mind.

Suck my clit.

His mouth rumbles against my pussy, then his tongue slides up to my clit, circling, circling, before he sucks it hard enough to send me over.

Moans and squeals and babbled curses fly out of me as I jerk and writhe against his face, coming for what feels like forever. When I can't take any more, I let go of his horns, but he doesn't stop. He keeps suckling. Circling. Nuzzling. Until I'm coming again, this time long and gently, like a rippling wave.

My perfect one.

The words in my mind are as clear as if he spoke them aloud, and I snap my eyes open to find him watching me. He lavishes one last, long lick before rising between my legs.

"I heard you again," I whisper. Zero shyness about what we just did, but my heart is racing because of hearing a few words through our bond. A connection I initiated—while his face was buried in my pussy.

"I heard you too."

"I kind of figured, since you immediately did what I thought." My face must be the color of a fire engine. "Sorry that the first thought of mine you heard was a sex command."

His deep chuckle makes all his muscles dance. His cock too. "I welcome your sex commands anytime, mental or spoken aloud, but that wasn't the first time I heard your voice in my mind. Before we answered the door earlier, you thought, I'm certain I want you."

"I didn't think you heard that. You didn't tell me."

"Your cousin was trying to beat the door down at the time, then we never circled back to it." The way he looks at me while stroking my face makes my heart want to beat its way right out of my chest.

"This is all so surreal. I can't believe any of it is really happening."

"Do you wish it wasn't?"

"I have no regrets." I smile up at him, happiness blooming inside me like the most beautiful flower. No more denial. I want this. I want him, even though I have no idea how to make it work, long term. That's something to worry about another day. "Is that normal, hearing your mate's thoughts so early and easily?"

"Honestly, it's unexpected, with you being human. But it would seem it's normal for us, and I welcome it."

"It freaked me out the first time, but… I like it."

"That makes me very happy," he says, dipping down to kiss me.

Tasting myself on his lips and tongue strikes a match inside me. "Keep kissing me," I say. "I want to try again, like this." It's trickier this way, but as we find our kissing rhythm, I relax and open the door in my mind.

He's right there, his mental presence as big and warm and addictive as his physical being.

Can you hear me? I want to taste you again. Feed me your cum.

The kiss ends with his rough rumble vibrating through me. Heated gaze locked with mine, he guides both my hands to his cock. "Stroke me. Milk me so I can feed it to you."

So very dirty.

Giving a two-handed hand job is a first, but my inexperience and irregular strokes don't seem to turn him off. His massive, dark cock responds to my ministrations, quickly pulsing beneath my palms. I glance down, my mouth watering at the steady beads of precum leaking with each upward stroke.

"Open your pretty mouth for me," he says in a husky voice, then, "Gods, you're perfect," when I do exactly what he wants.

Because I want it too. I asked for it. Through our bond.

"Squeeze harder. As hard as you can, you won't hurt me." He makes a sexy-as-hell bullish snort when I double-down on the stroking. Behind him, his tail swishes wildly from side-to-side. His hooves stomp at the floor—once, twice. Then his mouth forms an oval and he lows, long and loud, while warmth coats my fingers and rolls down my hands.

Holding my gaze, he reaches down, then brings two loaded fingers to my mouth and spoons the thick, milky substance into my mouth. Tapping my chin, he watches me close my mouth and swallow.

This is definitely the dirtiest thing I've ever done, but it just feels right. "I want more," I say, holding my mouth open like a baby bird. I swallow the next mouthful as quickly as the first, then lie back on the bed, lightheaded and spinny, licking the cum off of my hands like a kid would with cake batter after scraping the mixing bowl. "What did you mean when you said ‘doing it all' would require preparation? What kind of preparation?"

The bed shifts as he settles alongside me, propped on one arm and looking down at my face. "Stretching exercises."

"Like yoga?"

"No," he says, smiling. "Not like yoga."

I gasp as he touches between my legs, at the thickness of his single finger sliding inside me. Ohhh…stretching exercises. For my vagina. I hum when he withdraws, using my slickness to lubricate my clit while he teases it. "This is my kind of exercise."

"This isn't the stretching part, just the warmup."

"Never skip the warmup." Giggling at my own wittiness, I slide my hand down his body. His cock is still hard, or hard again, I don't know which, and sticky with cum. Wasted cum. "Why does this taste so good?" I ask, lifting my hand toward my mouth.

He catches my wrist before I can lick my fingers. "Because you're my mate. And I love watching you enjoy the taste of me, but Minotaur semen is good for other things, too."

"Making baby Minotaurs? I'm on the birth control pill to regulate my periods, so we don't have to worry about that."

The rumble he makes and the emotions swirling in his eyes tell me he wouldn't be worried at all if he got me pregnant. That he'd like it.

And that turns me on almost as much as everything else about him. "Aside from breeding, what else is Minotaur semen good for?" Saying the word breeding makes me desperate to feel him inside me. Desperate to come again.

"It's known to heighten sensation." He guides my fingers between my legs. "Try it here."

Apparently, I've become an obedient little naughty human, because I get busy on my clit without having to be convinced, and I have never, ever, masturbated with an audience. Not even in front of a mirror. But I don't even blink about doing it in front of Constantine. And that sensation-heightening thing? Oh yes. I'm already so close, I'm not sure I can stop. "Touch me again…"

On his side, he presses against me, his deep rumble sending vibrations rippling through me. His hard cock lies heavy across my legs, its fat tip leaking milky white cum that runs down the inside of my thigh. "Gods, Natalie, you're so fucking beautiful," he says, sliding one thick finger inside me again. His single finger is nearly as big as a human cock—but not nearly as big as his cock.

"One more," I pant, rolling my fingers back and forth over my clit, my gaze lowering to his hand between my legs as he withdraws, coats two fingers in pearly precum, then enters me again. The fullness forces my eyelids to flutter closed. Whatever it is about his semen that's a sensation enhancer goes to work immediately, setting me ablaze with the need to come. Broken words and breathy panting are the extent of my communication as he moves those two huge fingers deep inside me, tapping them against a place no man or vibrator has ever found. I cry out, high-pitched, coming in a never-ending hot wave of pleasure.

When my body raises the white flag and I'm boneless and breathless, he slides his fingers from my pussy, then sucks them into his mouth. Growling. Nostrils flaring. "Natalie," he warns when I curl my hand over his huge cock and slide it along the shaft.

"I want you."

Heat flares in his amber eyes. "Your pussy isn't ready for my cock."

"Then make it ready." At the end of a stroke, I gather a generous amount of precum and rub it between my legs. "That will help, right?"

"Yes, it will help, but—" A rough, bullish huff pushes cuts off his words as I tug his hand to my pussy again, positioning three of his thick fingers at my entrance.

"Get me ready."

"Even if you can take all four of my fingers tonight, I won't fuck you afterward, you'll need time to recover."

"Four?"The word squeaks out of me.

Raising his hand, he groups his fingers together, showing me the size of them, then lowers his hand, placing it alongside his cock.

Oh god. His cock is…bigger.

"I…" That's never going to fit inside me. I want it to, but there's just no way.

"It will fit."

"You heard my thoughts?"

"Not this time," he says, smiling, gently cupping my face. "But they're written all over your beautiful, terrified face."

"Not terrified, just…" I bite my lip, then sigh. "Okay, mildly terrified, because that thing is massive."

The upturn of his thin black lips and the bullish huff he makes are undeniably male pride. Then his expression gentles, and he draws me against him, my back to his front, that giant battering ram of a cock nestled between us. "I will happily spend my life pleasuring you with my tongue and fingers only."

I tilt my head to see his face. "You'd be okay with never having actual sex? For the rest of your life?"

"I would be happy just to be with you, Natalie, with or without sex of any kind."

It'd be an unbelievable claim from any human man I've ever met. Given Constantine's obvious sexuality and prowess, it should be unbelievable for him, too.

My heart tells me it's true.

"You don't have to go," I say, when he presses a kiss to my hair, loosens the arm wrapped around me, and he begins to move away. "I mean… I don't expect you to stay. But you can. If you want to."

"I want to." Despite his big, bulky physique, he shifts us between the sheets smoothly, almost effortlessly. He ensures my head is on one of the soft, cool pillows, my hair tucked neatly behind my shoulders. Then his big arm wraps around me again, and he snuggles in tight behind me, cradling me with his soft, furry body. "Are you comfortable?"

Covering his hand with mine, I close my eyes and open my mind to him. More than ever in my life.

His deep rumble vibrates against me, an unspoken confirmation that he heard my answer through our mate bond. "Sleep well, my perfect one."