“Of course,” he says messily with my tit in his mouth.
I writhe against him, all thoughts whirling and insensible. It’s just his scent and his hands and his body and his lips.
“Hold on. I… Just a minute,” he whispers.
I moan and whimper. “You’re the worst.”
“I know. Just a second…”
He moves his hand between us, adjusts an erection that could change the world, and then he gives me friction exactly where I need it. I roll my hips and groan. Pleasure slams into me, like that lightning I was expecting really did strike. A climax drums and echoes through me, sharp and fast and nearly painful with its intensity. He is latched onto my neck, his teeth not quite breaking skin, and his body bucking.
“Damn it. I am about to?—”
His cock pushes against me even harder, larger. Then he freezes, releases me, and puts air between us. I can barely stand on my shaking legs and his hand grasps mine, his eyes on me as if checking to make sure I can stay upright while he frees himself from his trousers and…
“Oh,” I whisper.
His cock isn’t your run-of-the-mill appendage. “I’ve never seen a minotaur naked, so I didn’t realize.” Aside from the impressive size, there is a swollen area right at the base.
“It’s a knot,” he says.
He strokes himself once and the knot grows a fraction more. His throat moves in a swallow and I really just want him on the floor. Now. My heart hammers a frantic beat against my pulse points.
“How does it work?” I ask, my voice a touch shaky.
Hesitation shows in the pinch of his dark eyes and how his lips part as he tries to explain but can’t seem to find the right words.
“Tully, I. don’t know if we should…”
My heart is still crashing around inside my chest like a firecracker, but I force myself to calm down. “I’m listening.”
He tucks a strand of my crazy hair behind my ear while my mind spins around the wordknot.
“You’re so deadly beautiful, Tully.” His eyes are sincere and kind.
The tension in the room shifts to something softer, something tentative and deeper. I take a breath and tug my clothing into place. When he pulls his trousers on, I try not to mourn the loss of what almost happened.
“Minotaurs can’t just have full sex with any creature,” he says. “We’re different.”
“Tell me everything. I mean, if you want to.”
He looks away, blowing out a breath. “I don’t think we are ready for that.”
I blink. Of course not. He doesn’t want this intimacy with me. We’re rivals. I don’t know why I thought I wanted it.
“Right. Agreed. Sorry about all of that.”
He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces me to look him in the eyes. “Don’t do that. I want this. Ijust need to figure some things out. All right? I’m not sorry this happened. Not even a little bit.”
“Me either actually.”
I’m as raw as an open wound and I hate this feeling. I don’t want these sensations of hope and worry and whatever this is. I laugh off my discomfort and straighten my skirts.
There’s a pounding at the door. “Eh, you two. We have some weather headed our way and it seems our handy weather-shielding gargoyle is out of pocket. Can I get your help?”
Chapter 15
Argos
