“You’ve said this word before. Is that what you are?”
“I am part bull and part human, female.” He smirked, dryly. “Would you care to find out?”
Aldora stared at his marred, pale flesh, and considered everything that was different between them. The ache from earlier returned between her legs.I’ve never heard of minotaurs.Although she remembered the word being yelled on the first night.Part bull, part human.An image of the beasts on her farm arose, making her blush.
His smile grew as her eyes dropped from his horns to settle on his loincloth, where his stiff shaft was outlined by his coverings. The tall grass swayed and tugged at her pants.
“Your father was a bull?” It was hard to get the words out.
His eyes glinted with black stars. “Larger than me.” He took a step toward her and she held her ground. The heat of his body flowed into her as the mist fell upon him, licking and slithering over every curve and hollow. “My mother gave him many offspring. Each different from the last, and with her blood,” his fingers lifted to curl into her hair, “and her magic,” he tugged, prickling her scalp, “they quickly took over the tribe.”
“So it can be done?” She raised her eyes to his, swaying lightly on her feet.
“Oh, yes. It can be done.”
Her hair was suddenly yanked, tilting her face up to his and her mouth was captured. Her gasp of breath was lost between their lips. The kiss was hard, ungiving, a burst of force she wasn’t ready for. He claimed her mouth, taking it as easily and as quickly as one of the willow growths. Aldora squeezed her eyes shut as his dark, beady gaze tried to capture more from her.
Vedikus.His name was a rattled curse in her head, a word spat and hissed out as he licked at her teeth, seeking to fill her up in every way possible. Aldora clutched his wrists and arched away, only to be wrangled closer to him until her body was pressed completely to his. She was consumed and taken over, a fate she neither wanted nor asked for but had been given into regardless of how much she tried to fight it.
Her captor was violent. Primal. His lips crushed and controlled hers relentlessly. The thick, flat, wet stab of his tongue explored her own, coaxing it into battle. A frustrated moan sounded from the back of her throat as she fought for a sliver of control.
This wasn’t a kiss. It was power. The type that was addictive and sought after, the kind that dropped heroes to their knees. Her own grew weak.
His hand curved the back of her head and held her jittering body still, and every time she shifted, she brushed against his bulge. Aldora strained on her toes to keep her frame grounded, opening her eyes. In the back of her mind, she knew the moment he lifted her fully from the earth, she’d be nothing more than a receptacle for his dominion.
“Stop,” she rasped, tearing her mouth to the side, his teeth scraping her lips. “Is that all you want from me?” His fingers pressed along her back, lifting her shirt up to knead her flesh. He made her muscles ache and then he made them melt under his touch.
He answered her with a snort and a jostle, jerking her body back up against his. His breath tickled her ears and she closed her eyes again with a shiver, her core coiling up with heat.
He frightens me.
Aldora clung to him as he pressed his hand lower, under the seam of her pants and toward the front where the tie loosened under his fingers. A chilly breath of air ghosted over the back of her legs as her pants slid to the ground to get caught in the dry stalks. Her undergarment rushed to meet them next, leaving her in nothing but her tunic and undershirt.
His mouth found hers again in a brutal kiss. She responded in turn, frustrated by his gorging, by his sudden lack of control, with the animalistic pawing and takeover of her body. Her feet arched, her joints stretched, trying to meet his demand and rise up on his body, but he kept her right on the precipice, right between being on the ground and fully within the power of his arms. Her nails bit into them as they raked up to grasp his shoulders. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air.
“You asked,” he said, twisting his hand into her hair. “This is how it’s done.” He pulled her head back to pierce her with his eyes. They bore so deep within her head, her soul, that even if she lost the ability to see after this moment, the memory of them would forever be branded into her mind.
Her sex was barren and cold, exposed and open, her legs half hooked around his outer thighs as the flame of his hand pressed flat on her lower back; a warning. She could not look away from him despite the exposure. A breeze caressed her most intimate part, and she clenched around air, craving fulfillment.
His penetration.
Aldora tilted her head and watched him through her wisping hair, more nervous than she had ever been when it came to sex.Since the moment I heard his voice...She’d known, instinctively, he was already inside her then.The moment I heard his voice and responded...
Her core clenched again.
Vedikus is already inside me.His name had burrowed deep within and took root, intertwining with her own.I want him there.
A breathy, triumphant smile twisted his lips. Her sex throbbed, and she pressed herself forward instead of away.
“Aldora,” he laughed low and deep, his voice milking more from her, making her forget the danger of their situation. “Are you trying to manipulate me?”
She hiked one leg up to hook over his hip and his hand moved down to cup her backside and lift her against him. “No,” she breathed, believing it.
His sudden burst of dry laughter caught her off guard. The hand in her hair dropped out of sight, and suddenly she was shifted higher until she came to rest on top of his naked member. His engorged head thrummed with heat, and she tensed, realizing Vedikus had shed his loincloth. But it was his eyes holding her captive that kept her from fighting him, and the delicious tease of her core constricting as she felt his tip so close to where she ached. It slid through her folds, and his nostrils flared to release a stream of smoke.
“Mount me,” he demanded, raising the hair on the back of her neck.
Aldora shivered and narrowed her eyes. He pressed his tip to her entrance.
