His hand fell away, and Jonah grumbled, but there was no heat in it.
They took the next set of stairs, and Jonah followed Damon down the corridor. The door they stopped outside of looked just the same as the rest, to Jonah’s eye. There was nothing that gave him a clue of what lay beyond.
Still, it had made Damon pause, and he reached out, taking Jonah’s free hand in his. “Ready?” he said.
Jonah frowned at him, confused. “Uh… yeah.”
Damon swung the door open, and Jonah’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything, Damon dragged him forward and into the twisting lights beyond them. Jonah’s stomach lurched. Damon kept a tight grip on his hand, and for a moment Jonah was sure they were both weightless, but then there was ground beneath his feet again, and he bent over, trying to catch a breath.
“What… What was that?”
Damon squeezed Jonah’s hand before he let go. He shrugged. “Property in the city is expensive. Besides, I can’t just leave my labyrinth out in the open like that.”
“Labyr…”
Jonah lifted his head and gasped at the sight before him. The sky overhead was stormy, though the air was fresh and cool. Tangled hedges rose from the ground – they had to be at least ten or twelve feet tall – and though Jonah could see into the labyrinth’s entryway, the path fell into shadow only a few feet in.
“A labyrinth? You have a labyrinth?”
“Of course.”
Damon wasn’t looking at the hedges. His gaze was unwaveringly focused on Jonah’s expression, and whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him. He nodded. “What am I, Jonah?”
“What are…” Jonah shook his head. He knew the story, knew about Finley, but Damon was… human looking, at least.
“Close your eyes.”
Jonah bit the inside of his cheek but did as he was told. There was a rush of air, a tingle over his skin, and when large hands landed on either side of his face, Jonah opened his eyes again.
Damon hadchanged.Imposing as he’d been before, he was now even more so, clothes straining at the seams where his body had thickened. His face, too; he still looked almost human, but there was something more prominent in his brow, the bridge of his nose.
And then there were the horns. They curved out from either side of his head and looked wickedly sharp.
Jonah’s hand twitched. He wanted to touch. He still had the toy clasped in a tight grip and part of him was surprised he hadn’t dropped it.
“You still don’t look like a minotaur,” he managed, and Damon huffed out an amused breath.
“It takes a lot for me to transform fully,” he admitted. “And it would serve no purpose today. I can please you much better in this form.”
Jonah whined. Damon pressed his thumb against Jonah’s lips and when they parted, he pushed inside.
“I thought you might be too sweet. Finley told us everything in the end. Such a desperate, pretty thing.” His eyes darkened when Jonah sucked on his thumb, letting his teeth graze it gently. “I’m going to ruin you.”
Jonah’s cock started to fill, and he held onto Damon’s forearm, letting out a shuddering breath when Damon pulled his thumb away. “How?”
Damon smirked. “First, this.”
He swooped in and captured Jonah’s mouth in a deep, filthy kiss that made his toes curl. One hand moved to the back of Jonah’s neck and Jonah moaned when he realised he couldn’t hope to break away. Finley was strong, but Damon wasimmovableand Jonah hadn’t realised how hot he found that until this moment.
Damon tore open Jonah’s jeans with a flick of his fingers, pushing a hand inside and taking hold of Jonah’s cock. Jonah moaned again. He chased Damon’s grip, already hard and slick, aching to cum. Damon moved back only far enough for Jonahto take one breath, and then he kissed him again, every touch sending Jonah hurtling toward the edge.
Jonah shook. He was going to cum, his cock stiffening in Damon’s hand, balls tightening—
Damon let go. He grabbed Jonah’s hip and the hand on the back of Jonah’s neck moved into his hair, pulling his head back.
“Oh,fuck,”Jonah whined. “Damon, please…”
“Deep breaths, now,” Damon murmured. He kissed Jonah’s jaw. “You’ll be okay.”
