Chapter 24
Lyra
FINALLY.FINALLY.
Cairn’s mouth is on mine, hot and hungry and tinged with the taste of lavender and honey. His hand is in my hair, fingers tangling in the damp curls, and his other hand comes up to grip my hip. Everywhere he touches me, little flames lick at my skin, burning me from the inside out.
But I love it. I want more. I want everything.
My fingers find the hem of Cairn’s tunic, and he breaks our kiss for a moment to look into my eyes. I hold his gaze as I start to lift the soft material, and he doesn’t resist me. Instead, he holds up his arms, allowing me to wiggle the tunic over each one. He has to help me maneuver it over his horns, but then the fabric falls to the floor, and he’s sitting shirtless before me. I lean back a bit where I’m seated in his lap, letting my eyes take him in.
His chest is broad and strong, toned from all the manual labor he does. My fingers skate over his brown skin, causinghis skin to pebble and nipples to harden—just like mine are doing under the soft material of Cairn’s sweater.
I’m not wearing any underwear, and I’m pretty sure I’m leaving a wet patch where I’m sitting in his lap.
As if he can read my mind, he glances down at where my legs are spread around him, but the sweater is long and hides me from his view.
With a grunt, Cairn grips my ass cheeks with his hands—they’re so big they cup me completely—and stands from the chair, hooves tapping against the floorboards as he turns to set me on the table.
I look at where I was seated on him, and like expected, I left a wet spot on the fabric—right where his cock is straining to break free. Cairn braces his hands on the table on either side of me, and his mouth finds my jaw, then my throat. I tip my head back, closing my eyes as he kisses and nibbles and licks me from earlobe to collarbone, leaving heat everywhere he touches.
I reach forward, letting my fingers find the hard bulge between his legs, and he draws a sharp breath. Slowly, I stroke him through the fabric, already realizing he’smuchbigger than any cock I’ve taken before. I expected it, of course—heisa minotaur—but now my curiosity is piqued. I want to see him, want to feel his weight in my hands.
With a new hunger spurring me on, I grab the cord holding his trousers and tug it free. He ceases sucking my earlobe but doesn’t make any move to stop me. So I wrap my fingers around his waistband and ease the fabric down—until I guide it over his erect cock and finally see what he’s been hiding from me.
Releasing the fabric, I let it fall, eyes widening as I take in the length and girth of the shaft bobbing in front of me.
He’s...huge. It’d take both my hands to wrap around him, and I’m already wondering if my mouth can even come close to opening wide enough to get his tip past my lips. Veins raging with blood snake up and down the length, and his head is bright reddish pink and already glistening with moisture.
Looking past his cock, I find two bulging balls, hanging like weights between his strong thighs. Curiosity getting the better of me, I lean forward and cup them in my palms. As I heft their weight, Cairn trembles and lets out a groan. The sound alone makes me get wetter. I hope he doesn’t mind cleaning the table later.
I let my eyes trail over the rest of him, drinking in his naked form.
His top half is human—apart from his horns, of course—though his chest is broader and stronger than those of most human males. He’s still human form at the waist, apart from the tail flicking behind him. His thighs lead to human knees, and then his legs slowly transition into hocks, which lead down to his fetlocks and hooves. His warm brown skin is covered in a short-haired coat from his knees down.
I’ve wondered for so long what his body looks like, and I finally have my answers.
After giving his balls one more squeeze, I move my hands to his shaft, gripping it at the base. His body goes tight, muscles in his neck bunching as I begin guiding my palms up and down his length. There’s somuchof him, it takes moving my entire arms to stroke him. And when I circle his brightred tip with my thumb, smoothing the moisture over his hot skin, he drops his head back and moans.
“Cairn,” I whisper as I continue stroking him, gaze moving from his face to his cock as it twitches in my palms.
He says nothing.
I lick my lips. “I want you to fuck me.”
This gets his attention. I look up at him, hands still wrapped around his shaft, and he narrows his eyes at me, forehead furrowing. Almost with a hint of pain in his voice, he says, “I can’t.”
My hands still, and the furrow in his brow deepens, frustration flashing in his dark eyes.
“Why?” I ask.
His hips push forward just a bit, as if begging me to keep going. Instead, I drop my hands to the tabletop and lean away, focusing on his face.
“Because,” he grunts out, muscles in his jaw feathering. “I won’t fit inside you. You’d tear.”
That probably shouldn’t turn me on even more, but it does. The idea of him filling me until I can’t take any more, of stretching me to my absolute limits, has me spreading my thighs on the table, pulling up the hem of his sweater so he can see the moisture gathering between my legs.
His gaze flicks down, and immediately, his cock pulses, bobbing in front of me, more glistening moisture gathering at the tip.
