“We thought you might need a work space,” Henry says, walking over to it and patting the long piece of fabric. “I put it by the window because I thought the light would be best.”
I don’t have the heart to tell him that most of the art I make is digital. It’s such a kind gesture that I decide I’ll just have to spend some time with my paints and charcoals, just to get some use out of it.
“Thank you,” I say, walking over and grabbing onto the easel. “This is very sweet.”
“You’ll let us know if you need anything. Supplies, brushes…” He chuckles, and if I’m not mistaken, I think he blushes. “I don’t really know anything about artists so, just, whatever you need whenever you need it.”
I fight the shiver that goes down my back. Because this isn’t just kindness, is it? He may be willing to give me whatever I want whenever I need it, but I’ll be expected to give him whatever he wants whenever he needs it right back.
I just nod. Was this a completely bonkers thing for me to do? Did I make a huge mistake?
“I’m just going to let you get settled,” he says, heading for the door. “I’ll bring your suitcase in. Dinner will be ready in about an hour.” He smiles and shuts the door behind himself.
Down the hall, I can hear Henry and Jonas speaking to each other, but I can’t make out their conversation. I sit on the edge of the bed, running my hands over the soft comforter, and try to make sense of my new life.
2
After dinner, Jonas tells us he has to go into the office, so Henry and I decide to watch a movie. We land on a superhero movie that’s almost three hours long, and I fall asleep a third of the way in. I wake with my head in his lap when the credits are already rolling.
“Gosh, I’m sorry,” I say, pushing to sit up.
Henry just smiles, like if I hadn’t woken up, he would have stayed there all night with my head in his lap. “That’s okay. It was a big day for you. Why don’t you go get some sleep?”
I nod and move down the hallway toward my room. As I pass, I see that one of the other bedroom doors is open. It’s the only other room in this hallway, so the other bedroom must be behind the kitchen. I don’t know whose room this is, but I peek inside, my eyes going to the perfectly made bed and the plants along the windowsill.
My stomach goes warm at the sight of it. I think I really like these guys. I think I really like it here.
I shut myself inside my bedroom and get dressed for bed, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and my underwear. I turn out the lights and throw back the covers. When I crawl under theblanket though, I realize that nap did me dirty. I’m wide awake now, my eyes glued to the sheet on the wall. In the light of the moon, it looks like a hazy waterfall.
I don’t know how long I lay there before my door quietly creaks open. I push up onto my elbows and watch Henry come inside. He shuts the door gently and turns, finding me awake on the bed. He’s not wearing anything but a pair of boxer briefs, and when I think he’ll stop at the foot of the bed, he keeps coming, crawling on all fours until he’s hovering over me, his arms and legs bracketing my body.
My breath puffs out of me, and my nipples immediately go hard. Having him over me like this, blocking out everything else, is intoxicating.
“I wouldn’t normally do this,” he says, lowering himself until he’s close enough for his lips to brush mine. I honestly wasn’t entirely sure how this was going to go, what with him having a snout and everything, but he tilts his head, and his breath huffs out against my lips. “I know you’re very tired,” he whispers, “and I know we’re still getting to know each other, but I need you.” Instead of kissing my mouth, he bends and kisses my jaw, making me gasp, and then lower, until he’s leaving a trail down my neck. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. My whole body is reacting to him, and I desperately want to spread my legs and let him settle between them, but he’s still holding himself above me. When he pulls away and looks down at me, his face mostly covered in shadow, I just stare right back. I can’t believe how safe I already feel with him.
“You’re so damn pretty,” he says, and before I have a chance to answer, he kisses me. My hands immediately go up into his fur, clutching handfuls of it behind his neck. He finally lowers himself, and I’m able to open my legs and let him settle betweenthem. When I feel the thick, hard weight of him press against me, I gasp.
I’m not stupid. I knew he was going to be big, that they both would be, but there’s something so different about knowing it and feeling the evidence of it rocking against you. Not that I think it’ll be a problem. I’m so wet already that I can feel the squelch of my own juices in my underwear.
As he kisses me, he shoves my t-shirt up and palms my breasts, making me squirm. He breaks away from me and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard on it and then nipping at it gently.
I don’t realize I’m moaning pretty loudly until Henry pushes up onto his knees and smiles down at me. “Oh, I’m definitely going to like all your little noises,” he says, pulling my underwear down my legs.
Maybe it’s because I literally moved into this apartment with Henry and Jonas for the sole purpose of having sex with them, but this doesn’t feel weird at all. I’ve never been overly fond of having sex with strangers, just because I get tired of either having to live without an orgasm or having to take the time to explain my pleasure to a new man, but this doesn’t feel like having sex with a stranger. It just feels…nice.
Henry hooks his hands under my knees and shoves my legs up and apart, staring down at the space between my legs until I want to close my legs for fear that he doesn’t like what he sees. Would he like me better if I was a minotaur, too? But the ad asked specifically for a human. Was that his preference or Jonas’s?
He licks his lips, and I shiver as he lowers his face between my legs. He licks a stripe up the center of me, and I immediately reach down to hold onto his horns, hoping for some kind of leverage as he starts to eat me. And that’s what it feels like, like he’s slurping and sucking at something delicious.
I writhe against his face, my hips bucking shamelessly. His tongue is so big that when he licks me from hole to clit, it covers almost all of me. He swirls his tongue around my clit, and I keen, digging my feet into the mattress.
Henry goes up on his knees, licking his lips as he looks at me. “You taste amazing,” he says. “I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”
I bite my lip. “Are you very big?” In the dark, I can’t see his bulge, can’t see how big and hard he is in his pants.
He doesn’t answer, but a sly smile spreads across his mouth. He strokes me with his fingers, sliding low until he’s hooked two of them inside me. He plunges in and out of me, and in the silence of the room, I can hear how wet I am, the sound of my wetness as his fingers pump into me.
