25. Natalie

25

NATALIE

R ian carries me, his large arms cradling me gently as he takes us down the hallway to his bedroom. I can’t believe this is finally happening. My heart pounds with anticipation, desire coiling hot and heavy in my belly.

When we enter, he sets me down lightly on my feet. The bedroom is cozy and inviting, with a plush rug underfoot and a large, sturdy bed dominating the space, big enough to accommodate a monster his size.

Rian turns to face me, his eyes darkened with lust but also uncertainty. I’m reminded once again that it’s been a while since he’s been with a woman; and never with a human. This experience is as new for him as it is for me.

But I’m happy to be brave enough for the both of us. With a quick motion, I pull my dress up and over my head, dropping it to the floor in a pile.

Rian takes in a sharp breath. I had another surprise for him other than the dildo: I’m not wearing any underwear.

His eyes widen as he takes me in, his gaze roaming hungrily over my bare skin. “Natalie,” he breathes, his voice rough with desire. “You’re... stunning.”

I smile, taking a step closer to him. “Touch me, Rian,” I murmur, guiding his large hands to my waist. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

Rian complies, his fingers tracing reverent paths across my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I shiver at his touch, arching into him as his hands skim higher, cupping my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and I can’t suppress the moan that escapes my lips.

Emboldened by my response, Rian leans down, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. His thick tongue sweeps inside, tangling with mine as he walks me backward toward the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress.

I maneuver us around and then push Rian down so that he’s sitting on the bed, then I climb onto his lap. He’s hardening underneath me, and even through his pants I can feel the enormous breadth of him. I roll my hips against his lap, savoring the friction, and Rian moans.

Rian’s strong hands grip my hips as I grind against him, his breath coming in short pants.

“Natalie,” he groans, his voice strained with need. “If you keep that up, I’m going to lose control.”

I look up at him through my eyelashes. “Oh yeah?”

His grip tightens, stopping my grind. “I’m serious. Minotaurs have a rutting instinct that we can’t control. I’ve spent years ignoring mine, and you are seriously walking a line right now.”

Heat tightens in my belly at the warning in his voice. “What would you do, if I pushed you over the edge?”

He meets my gaze. “Fuck you senseless until neither of us can move. And I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

I grin wickedly, ignoring how slick I feel at the promise in his voice, and nip at his furry ear. “Agreed, we can’t have that, can we?” I tease, climbing off his lap.

Rian makes a sound of protest at the loss of contact, but his eyes widen when I kneel between his legs, my fingers going to the waistband of his pants.

“Let me take care of you first,” I murmur, tugging his pants down his muscular thighs. His enormous cock springs free, and I can’t help my gasp at the sight.

He’s magnificent—easily the biggest I’ve ever seen, just like in the steamy dream I had about him. His balls are the same golden fur as the rest of his body, but his shaft is covered in smooth light brown skin, with thick protruding veins running along it. As anticipated, there’s a bulbous swell at the base of his cock that seems to be growing larger—his knot. My core clenches at the sight.

I wrap a hand around him—or I try to. My hand is too small to encircle him entirely.

Rian inhales sharply at my touch, his massive body trembling beneath my fingers. I stroke him slowly, marveling at the silky smooth texture of his skin, the heat and hardness of him.

“This is your knot?” I ask, running a finger around the swell at his base.

Rian hums an agreement.

“And it exists to… keep us together, right? After you orgasm?” I read about this in one of my romance novels, but I want to make sure I know exactly what we’re doing here.

Rian nods. “Minotaurs are, uh, breeders. The knot helps with that. It’s also makes everything feel more… intimate.”

I nod, my cheeks heating. Obviously there’s no chance of accidental breeding here; I can’t have children, and I know Rian doesn’t want any more. But the idea of it is so kinky that I can feel my thighs growing damp.

“Is that instinctual too?” I ask. “Breeding? Does the idea of that get you off, Rian?”

Rian swallows hard. “Yeah.”

A bead of moisture appears at his tip and I lean in, licking it away with a swirl of my tongue.

Rian’s hips jerk and he lets out a guttural groan. “Natalie...” he gasps, his hands fisting his comforter.

Emboldened, I try to take him into my mouth, stretching my lips wide around his considerable girth. I can only fit the head and a few inches, but I make up for it with enthusiasm, sucking and licking, my hands working what I can’t take.

“Fuck,” Rian growls, his body taut as a bowstring. “That feels incredible...”

I hum around him and he shudders, his hips rocking up to meet my mouth. I set a steady rhythm, reveling in the sounds of Rian’s gasps and moans, the salty musk of him on my tongue. But before long, he’s tugging at my hair, urging me off of him.

Rian’s voice is strained, his body trembling beneath my touch. “Natalie, wait… I’m too close. I don’t want this to be over yet.”

I lick my lips as I meet his heated gaze. “What do you want, Rian?” My voice comes out husky with desire.

He reaches out, grasping my arms and pulling me up into his lap. “I want to touch you,” he rumbles, his large hands skimming over my bare skin. “I want to make you come apart in my arms.”

A shiver of anticipation runs through me at his words. I nod breathlessly. “Yes. Please...”

Rian flips us over, laying me back on the bed as he hovers above me. His fur tickles my skin deliciously as he lowers his head, nuzzling into my neck.

“You smell so good,” he murmurs, his tongue darting out to taste my pulse point. “Like vanilla and honey.”

I moan, arching into him as his mouth trails lower. He captures one nipple between his lips, sucking hard before soothing it with his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. I arch into his touch, burying my fingers in his thick fur as he lavishes attention on my breasts.

“Oh gods, Rian,” I moan, my head falling back against the pillows. “That feels so good.”

He hums against my skin, the vibrations making me shiver. His large hands skim down my sides, over the curve of my hips, teasing along my inner thighs. I’m aching for his touch where I need it most, my core throbbing and slick with arousal.

As if reading my mind, Rian’s fingers brush against my folds, making me gasp. He groans at the wetness he finds there.

I rock my hips into his touch and he circles my clit with his thumb. Pleasure jolts through me like lightning. I moan his name, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders as he continues to stroke my slick heat. Rian’s touch is electrifying, stoking the flames of my desire higher and higher with each pass of his thick fingers.

“Please, Rian,” I gasp, arching into him. “I need more...”

His dark eyes blaze with lust as he gazes down at me. “Tell me.”

“Use the toy on me,” I say, reaching for the minotaur-shaped dildo. “I bought some of that magical lube, too.”

Rian takes the toy, his expression a mix of eagerness and trepidation, and lubes it up. He positions it at my entrance, the blunt head nudging my swollen folds.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he rumbles, his voice rough with restraint.

I nod, biting my lip in anticipation as he begins to push forward. The dildo stretches me widely as it sinks into my tight heat, spreading me open. It’s big, but the ache is exquisite, the perfect edge of pleasure and pain. I can feel all the ridges of the thick veins pressing against my inner walls.

An uncontrollable moan escapes me as Rian works the toy deeper, his eyes never leaving my face, gauging my reactions.

“Is that good for you?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly with arousal.

“It feels... incredible...” I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets. The word doesn’t suffice. I didn’t know I could feel this full. And knowing that Rian himself is even bigger…

He begins to thrust the dildo slowly, letting me adjust to the stretch before picking up speed. The thick veins along the shaft drag deliciously against me with each stroke. I’m lost to the mounting pleasure, my body bowing off the bed as Rian fucks me with the toy.

I look up at him and see his eyes glazed with want. His cock bobs needfully at his waist and I realize how selfish I’m being.

“Touch yourself, Rian,” I tell him. “I want to watch you stroke yourself as you fuck me with this.”

Rian moans and doesn’t argue, his free hand grasping his cock tightly. His breath comes in harsh pants as he works the dildo inside me with one hand while stroking his own massive length with the other.

The sight of him pleasuring himself, his powerful body taut and straining, sends a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core with each deep thrust of the toy.

“Rian, I’m so close,” I gasp, my voice high and breathy. “Don’t stop, please...”

He groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment as his own pleasure mounts. “Come for me, Natalie,” he rumbles, angling the dildo to hit that perfect spot inside me. “I want to see you let go. And when you do, I’ll push the knot inside of you.”

His words are my undoing. With a sharp cry, I shatter, my inner walls clenching around the thick toy as ecstasy overtakes me. Wave after wave of bliss crashes over me.

At the peak of my climax, Rian pushes the knot of the dildo inside me, pressing a button at the base of the toy that makes it swell. It stretches me even wider, with a slight amount of pain. The intensity is overwhelming and I cry out, my body spasming around the thick intrusion. Rian groans at the sight, his hand pumping furiously over his own cock.

“Fuck, Natalie,” he growls, his eyes nearly black with lust. “You’re so beautiful when you come. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing around my cock like that.”

I whimper at his words, aftershocks still rippling through me as the inflated knot locks the toy deep inside. Rian keeps stroking himself, his impressive muscles flexing and bunching with his movements. I can tell he’s close by the way his rhythm falters, his breaths coming quicker.

“Do it, Rian,” I urge breathlessly, still pulsing around the dildo’s knot. “I want to see you lose control. Think about breeding me.”

With a guttural roar, Rian’s orgasm overtakes him. His cock jerks in his hand as he shoots thick ropes of come across my belly and breasts. I reach out and squeeze the knot at his base and he seems to come all over again, continuing to paint me in his orgasm, the most I’ve ever seen a male produce.

With a final shuddering groan, Rian collapses next to me on the bed, his large frame making the mattress dip. We lay there for long moments, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath of our intense climaxes.

After a few minutes, the dildo’s knot deflates. Rian eases the dildo out of me carefully, his touch tender as he sets it aside. I wince slightly at the loss, my inner walls fluttering around the sudden emptiness. Rian notices my discomfort and shifts closer, gathering me into his strong arms.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against my hair. “I hope I wasn’t too rough with the toy.”

I shake my head, snuggling deeper into his warm embrace. “No, you were perfect. That was… mind-blowing,” I assure him, tilting my head up to meet his concerned gaze. “I’m just a little sore. In the best way possible.”

Rian’s eyes soften with relief and affection. He brushes a tender kiss across my forehead. “I’m glad. I never want to hurt you, Natalie. Your pleasure and comfort are everything to me.”

My heart swells at his sincere words. I reach up to cup his soft cheek, marveling at the depth of emotion shining in his dark eyes. “I know, Rian. I trust you.”

And I do. I realize with a start that I trust him more than any man I’ve ever dated. I don’t know when that happened, but one thing I do know…

It’s going to be very, very difficult to say goodbye.