Page 35 of Zodiac Beasts

And when my nose was level with his, I looked into the eyes of the beast, and I refused to cower.

“I was hoping I’d get to meet the Taurus.” I purred, feeling a little more provocative while under the moonlight. My mark on his neck was faintly glowing, and I could only assume that his mark on me was too. A surge of power and thrill filled me now that we were both in our moonlight forms. “More than that, I was hoping I’d get to feel the Taurus.” I tipped my chin so I could brush our lips together. He breathed heavy through his nose, like he was fighting the provocation. That wasn’t like him. “There’s nothing between us.” I whispered, while squeezing my thighs tighter around him. “No clothing, no barriers, and no reason you need to hold back.” His hard cock was huge and thick, pressed in between our lower abdomens. I teasingly nudged my hips against him. The head of his cock was all the way to my navel, and I knew his transformed length was enough to wreck me. “Ready to teach me how to ride the bull?”

Was it wrong to be pushing him, knowing he was out of his mind? Was this unfair and unethical, even if we’d both been standing in this courtyard knowing and accepting the risk?

No, I’d seen Marcus intentionally trigger his monster just to be with me. He wanted me in and out of transformation. Why should I feel guilty?

“Do you think you can hold on, Baby Doll?” He whispered the question against my lips. The corners of his mouth pulled up in a wry smile before he kissed me again. His claws skated along my thighs, stopping as he took two handfuls of my ass. He tugged, he spread me open, lifted my hips, sliding his cock between my folds as he lifted my body high enough to top him, then he lowered me down onto his shaft. The pressure filled me one inch at a time, and I whimpered when he stopped at only half his length, only to withdraw. My body was ready and impatient for that connection, while Marcus denied me the satisfaction of his hips hitting into mine as he bottomed out in my pussy.

Where I expected the bull to be hard and rough, he was moving almost excruciatingly slow. He gripped my hips with a firm but gentle tenderness as he held me still and controlled the motion. Every thrust, he was noticeably holding back, never giving me all of him, as if he was worried about hurting me. The unusual self-control was more sensual than violent, with the discipline of the Earth Taurus on full display.

I wanted more. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, wishing he would take me harder. I loved it when he couldn’t live without my body, and he was melding us together. I craved that kind of validation, and I fed on how much he needed me.

But still Marcus denied me. The build of pleasure was slow, smooth, controlled, and gentle, and my mind struggled to come to terms with how much my body enjoyed this methodical approach too. It was so different from everything I’d experienced at this point, and the way he was drawing out the sensation was starting to drive me mad.

“Please.” I shifted my hips tighter against his abs, forcing a more complete connection between us. I couldn’t form the words I needed, but I hoped he might be able to feel them through our bond.

Marcus chuckled in my ear, then responded by stepping away from the wall and pulling me off of him. “I want to savor this tonight.” Before I could say anything in protest, he had me slung over his broad, now excessively muscular and furry shoulders, and he hauled me over to the Astrology Club booth. I was lamenting every second we weren’t connected, as he placed me atop the bull. “Ready to go for that ride?”

I understood the assignment. I threw my leg over the saddle, giving him a view of my spread legs. He half-cocked a grin as he mounted the large mechanical beast with me.

“Show me.” I taunted, as I pushed back on his shoulders. He leaned back on his elbows, bracing himself on the large saddle, and letting me mount his lap, while he squeezed his thighs against the machine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Baby Doll.” He used the rope handle to bind his wrists to the mechanical bull, assuring we wouldn’t lose our balance. I’d seen him ride his motorcycle well enough that I trusted he could keep his balance and keep me safe even through this.

I leveraged my hands against his chest, so I could lift my hips and thread myself back down onto his cock. Being completely in control now, I settled all the way down, showing him I could take his full length just fine. I rotated my hips, locking us together with a wicked grin of my own.

“You don’t have to be so careful. I’m not that fragile.” I clenched my pussy, giving him a teasing squeeze.

“I know you’re not. But I’m always taking you at my pace. Why don’t you show me what your pace looks like.” He reached out and brushed his thumb across my cheek, a look of such fondness in his demonic eyes that a breath caught in my throat. He hit a button on the side of the animal, then locked his hand back into the rope handle. The bull started to move in slow, undulating motions, My hips rolled naturally to compensate, shifting the pressure points of how his cock pressed inside me. “I’ve got you.” He said, assuring I felt secure atop him. It was almost unfair that he felt this good without either of us having to move. “I want to watch you get yourself off on me. Use me. Leverage my body however you’d like.”

I blushed despite myself. Of all the things we’d done, from tentacles to fountains to currently being so completely exposed in public, somehow the concept of pleasuring myself for him and on him made me the most self-conscious.

I glanced around the courtyard, where the full moon was bright enough to create cast shadows on the booths and equipment that still remained on the picnic grounds. There was no one around. Maybe at some point someone might stumble on us, but right now we were alone.

I didn’t care if we weren’t. When I closed my eyes, I could imagine Adrian standing in the shadows. I bet he would watch. Maybe he’d imagine what I’d look like riding him instead. He’d get himself off at the thought, as he drank in the sight of my naked body, writhing and covered in sweat and come.

I hope he watches.

I steadied myself on Marcus’ chest, and I timed my movements with the bull. I lifted my hips, until only the head of his cock was still inside me, then lowered on him, using the moving momentum and my weight to take him fast and hard. The way Marcus filled me was already perfect, but being on top changed the sensation brilliantly. I circled my hips, riding with the movements while letting myself enjoy the feel of his cock at every angle.

When I combined the motions—a lift, a swivel, then bearing down so his head hit the perfect pressure point—I couldn’t help the sharp gasps that punctuated every building level of pleasure in my core. I worked with physics and his impossibly strong body to create the perfect motion, riding him with adept and intoxicating precision. I was soaking his lap, and the sight of my desire glistening in the moonlight as I drenched us both, only took me higher.

“Touch yourself,” He requested through heavy breaths. “I love watching you fuck yourself on me, Baby Doll.”

God, yes. I loved it when he told me what to do. I wanted to please my Alpha.

My… Alpha?

The thought entered my mind, though I barely knew what it meant. It was difficult to care. All I wanted to focus on right now was riding his dick while I rubbed my clit to the rhythm of the machine.

It was so much at once, and it was so fucking good all at once. I squeezed my right breast with my free hand, then I tugged and played with my nipple to add another jolt of pure sex through my nerves. I’d found my balance on both the mechanical bull and Marcus’ lap, and I could touch myself freely knowing he wouldn’t let me fall.

I’d played with myself before, but as good as it felt when I was alone in my room, it was explosive when combined with the sound of Marcus’ moans, the visual of his near possessed expression, and the way his dick stiffened inside me. The risk of getting caught, the adrenaline of keeping my balance, and the sheer number of pleasure points I was working all at once overwhelmed me.

“You feel so good.” I practically whimpered, as I drove down on his lap again. This was too fucking much. I could barely focus on what I was doing, I was wound so tight.

“Don’t stop until you’ve gone all the way. I want to watch you lose control. I want to see you possessed like I’ve always been with you, and I want to see you when you can’t take it anymore. Drive yourself to the edge, then press the pedal to the floor.” He tightened the ropes around his wrists until his knuckles were white. I expected him to grab my hips and control the motion, but instead he stayed on his back, he remained my strong foundation, and he held my eyes completely captive in his, while I worked myself into madness and submission.