At last, I unleash my climax and it ripples through me like an earthquake. I’m gasping for air and soaring with pleasure. I brace myself on his chest.
“You might just earn the right to be freed from your ropes, Minotaur.”
He is still moving, just barely, hardly noticeable to the eye, but like a world-altering action to my core. I’m going to come again.
“Eyes on me, Witch.”
A thrill dances down my back and along my thighs. My legs shake even more. I need to come. I need it now.
“You’re panting,” he says, eyeing me over his glasses. His muscled arms strain against my ties like he’s dying to touch me.
“So are you.”
His lips twist into a naughty grin and I love that his hair is sticking a little to his damp forehead. “I can move a little more if you’d like.” His eyes change; they soften for a moment. “I don’t want to hurt you either.”
“You’re not going to hurt me. This feels fucking maddening. I love it.”
That wicked smile returns to his handsome face. “How does my knot feel inside you?”
His knot shakes slightly inside, and the way it presses so tightly into every nook and corner of my most sensitive places is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. His tail slinks across my ribs and the end circles my center. I arch my back and themovement nearly has me over the edge. My mate’s mark heats and tingles, sending a feeling of rightness through my bones.
“How does it feel? I’ll move more if you tell me,” he says.
I look at him with no guile, no walls up. “Like I will never be satisfied with anyone but you.”
“Tully, I love you.” Somehow he looks both dangerous and kind. It’s a magic all of its own.
“I love you, Argos.”
He pushes upward in painfully slow motion. He bares his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut, and I can’t get enough of watching him take pleasure. Using the tip of his tail, he toys with my clit until I’m whimpering again. I shift my hips. I can only manage a small movement, but just that change elicits a massive crescendo of pleasure when combined with the lift of his body.
He flicks his tail over my throat, then circles it gently. We make eye contact, and I can tell he’s asking permission to tighten his hold. I nod, my body vibrating so hard that he must feel it too. His tail tightens and his nostrils flare as he comes again.
I shift back and forth as much as I’m able and I’m falling, falling, falling down that sensual abyss of pleasure. Pleasure spirals down my body in powerful waves. He swears as my heat closes and spasms around his knot and his cock.
I drop onto him and reach for my wand. His knot releases, and I untie him with a flick of magic. He wraps me in his arms and breathes into my wild curls.
“My vicious mate,” he whispers. “I adore you.”
His skin is hot and sticky and I long to lick every inch of him. I trace his mate’s mark, wanting to be completely honest here.
“I will never be a pliant sort of mate, Argos. You know that.”
“I do, and I love you exactly how you are. Independent. Fierce. Not at all in need of me.”
I chuckle, and he smoothes a curl behind my ear.
“I do want you though,” I say. “I will always want you. I love you, Argos. I truly do. The marks don’t lie.”
“I don’t need a mark to tell me. Your eyes say it all.”
I lift my head. “They do?”
He nods, looking too arrogant, so I pinch his nipple.
“Ach, Witch!” He bats my hand away, chuckling.
I settle back onto his chest. “Don’t go around telling folks that I’m all ridiculous for you. I won’t stand for it.”
