HUNTED & KNOTTED BY THE MINOTAUR KING
SIENNA STONE
CHAPTER ONE
ARIANA
The huge stone doors slam shut behind me, letting me know I’m fucked. The labyrinth stretches out in front of me, all dark corridors and flickering torches. Its stone walls going so high they seem to disappear into a dark void. The floor’s cold under my bare feet, smooth in some spots. Probably from all the tributes who’ve walked it before me.
Every season, our Minotaur King, Aster, goes into rut. And every time that happens, some lucky virgin omega gets shoved into his maze. Lucky. Right…
The elders sell it like it’s some big honor. “The Minotaur King needs you.” They dress it up with tradition: generations of kings found their queens this way. The omega who can handle the beast becomes royalty. But King Aster has been ruling for years, and he’s never claimed any tribute as his mate. They all came back alive, unharmed, returning safely after his rut passes. Fucked senseless and wrecked, but not queens…
I draw in a shaky breath, and holy fucking shit! The scent slams into me so hard I stumble. It’s nothing but pure alpha musk. Ravenous craving. It smells nothing like our mighty king’s controlled power on the rare occasions I caught a glimpse of himsaluting the crowds. This is the powerful scent of a wild beast. And it should scare me. But instead, my pussy clenches so hard it sends sparks of pleasure through my body that feel like a micro-orgasm.
“Fuck…” I gasp, as heat crashes through me.
I’ve never had a heat. It’s supposed to take time, buildup, not… this instant, overwhelming need because I got one whiff of a rutting alpha. But my body doesn’t seem to care about how things are supposed to happen. My nipples go rock hard, pressing against the delicate fabric they dressed me in. And I feel myself getting soaking wet, slick gushing out of my pussy. Like… like it’s trying to prepare for something massive… Another wave of heat crashes through me, making me moan loudly. I’m unable to hold back the sound as it bounces off the stone walls. I grapple for purchase, trying not to collapse. And that’s when I hear it. A roar coming from somewhere deep in the maze that makes my entire body light up.
Oh God, he knows I’m here. He can probably smell me.
My knees turn to jelly, and I slam a hand against the wall to keep from falling. The stone’s cool against my palm, giving me some relief. I’m burning up, already sweating through my stupid ceremonial dress. Every inch of my skin feels too tight, too hot… But something deep inside me wants to run toward that beastly roar. Not away from it.
I shake myself, starting to walk deeper into the maze. I can’t just stay here waiting to be found, caught, and God knows what else… Every step makes wet sounds because I’m absolutely dripping. My thighs are covered in slick, and I’m leaving a trail of arousal on the floor behind me. I’m stumbling through the corridors surrounded by a cloud of pheromones so strong he could probably track me from miles away. All I feel is need, want, Mate.
Another roar echoes through the cavernous space, sounding closer. My pussy clenches again and I whimper. I feel empty. So fucking empty. And my body knows exactly what’s supposed to fill it…
Then, the sound of hooves on stone resonates through the maze. Getting closer and closer, while I’m practically screaming my location with every drop of my arousal hitting the stone floor.
I turn a corner and have to stop at a dead end, pressing my back against the wall. My legs are shaking, my dress sticking to every inch of skin, and my pussy won’t stop clenching, weeping. My heart beating a mile a minute. A maelstrom of sensations and emotions shaking me to the core. His intoxicating scent, the images of his tall, muscular form, his sharp gaze, and ruggedly handsome face running through my mind. Not human handsome, but a hot as fuck beast. The loud sounds of his hooves hitting the cobbles. Closer. Closer. And all I can think is, need… NEED!
“Please,” I whimper, standing frozen in the empty corridor, not even sure what I’m begging for.
The hoofbeats get even closer. Their pace, matching the erratic rhythm of my heart. I can hear him breathing now, in deep, rumbling pants that blend with my own desperate gasps. And I know I should run. Instead, when I hear him let out a low, guttural roar, it sounds like a promise of exactly what my body’s screaming for…
CHAPTER TWO
ASTER
Years of ruts, omega tributes, and not a fucking single one worth keeping. I pace my lair deep inside the labyrinth, my hooves clicking against the stone, tail lashing with frustration. The rut’s already burning through my veins, keeping my cock half-hard for days, making me fucking restless. Another season, another virgin omega about to be tossed into my maze. And I’m sure, more time wasted. Because they always smell wrong. None of them smells like mine.
But today the scent hits me before I even realize the doors have been closed. Omega, yes. Virgin. But under all that… fuck.Fuck.
My cock goes rock hard instantly, my knot already swelling. I’ve never reacted like this to anyone’s scent. Never. Not a tribute, not the females of my court, the ones met in foreign kingdoms, or ravaged after battle while I’m covered in the blood of my enemies.
This isn’t just my rut reacting to an available omega. This is every cell in my body screaming MINE!
She smells as sweet as honey, with an edge of spice. I can tell she’s untouched. And fucking dripping for her king. And no fear,no resignation. Just pure need. My omega went into heat. From my scent alone. Fuck me.
I roar before I can even form a coherent thought. The sound echoing through the entire labyrinth. Years of waiting, and she’s finally fucking here. My Mate. My Queen.
Her scent gets impossibly stronger as I approach, and I realize she’s moving deeper into the maze. Coming toward me. Fuck. And leaving a trail of slick so strong I can fucking taste it. My little omega is absolutely drenched, dripping her need all over my maze.
My balls feel heavy and aching. I’m already leaking so much precum it’s running down my shaft. The tip of my massive cock, dripping steadily, making puddles on the floor. Fuck, I’ve never been this hard from just a scent.
I start moving, following her trail. And from the soft pads of her bare feet, I can tell he’s wandering, searching. My sweet omega is actually looking for me.
Another wave of her pheromones hits me, and I have to stop and grip the wall. She smells like everything I’ve been waiting for. Like she was fucking made for me. Made to soothe my fucking hunger. Take my cock, my knot, my seed. Made to fucking breed.
