Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (12 page)

One of ropes holding my arms painfully aloft went slack and my hand thumped on my hip, the shoulder tingling and twitching as a wave of numbness and then pins and needle prickling moved from one end of me to the other.

His huge arms closed around my middle and pulled me down from my platform, holding me tight against him as my other shoulder relaxed and went through tingles, then numbness, then flaring agony in the space of three breaths.

The way Theros set me down, my legs were slightly open and the first time his thick cock jumped up between them and slapped against my sex, I almost fell forward against his chest out of surprise. He laughed his easy laugh, and for a time anyway, my confusion and fear faded once again, replaced with a deep, burning need for his touch.

His fingers trickling up and down my back, his strange, beautiful, coal-black eyes shining in the orange glow of the torches surrounding us and the cool, wet air of the dungeon that only his muscled, hot-skinned body protected me from, it all went together perfectly.

And then there was that throbbing, rock-solid steel between my legs.

He pushed it up with his hips, and I slid unconsciously along his hair-covered, muscled thigh, relishing the prickling rasp of his fur on my leg. My Minotaur stroked my hair, then got a handful and pulled my head back, holding me helpless as he pulled his cock along my wet sex in long, smooth motions.

“I’m ready for you, Theros,” I said. “Your fingers, and everything else, I’m ready for you.”

As his tip entered me, I immediately started to worry that perhaps I was not quite as ready as I thought. He stretched me so deeply with his rounded, hair-covered tip that a small, shallow sigh dribbled from my lips.

“You are, aren’t you?” He said under his breath as just a little more of his thick, round head slipped past my folds, working inside my gripping, pulsing entrance. I gasped and he pushed harder, until I felt his whole knotted tip pry me open. “So wet...so tight...”

His breathing slowed, and started to come from deeper and deeper in his chest. With each thrilling, terrifying shove, Theros’s body seemed to shudder and twitch more and more.

“Yessss,” he hissed. “Yes...”

The whole of his body moved against me, and the fine hair dusting his chest rubbed my nipples, exciting them and making me draw quick, hot breaths as the bull-man wrestled his cock deeper and deeper between my folds.

His arms relaxed just a bit and I was able to reach down between our hot, sweat-covered bodies and wrap my fingers around the base of Theros’s cock, to feel my juice well up on him and drip down my thighs.

“What is happening to me?” I said as my muscles began to clench in my lower body and squeeze the cock that slid in me right below the tip.

Theros’s response was to grin and pump his hips harder against me, driving that massive rod inside me again and again, so deep and so hard and so sweet that tears began to run down my cheeks. I opened my mouth to take a breath or maybe to say something, but all that happened was that a deep, guttural sound more fitting to come out of a Minotaur than a little woman burst from my mouth.

“You are making the most beautiful face,” he said.

He lowered his head, nuzzled it against my neck and lifted me off my feet. Instinctively I wrapped my ankles around his waist, trying to pull him deeper inside me, but he was determined to go in slow, sweet strokes that started shallow and gently pushed deeper as my sex got slicker and slicker with each passing moment.

I felt him sink deeper, stretching the furthest parts of my cunny around his massive cock. So tightly did I fit around him that every line, every hair on the mighty sheathe around his shaft and every curve and swell sent a new thrill up me, through me.

The squeezing between my legs grew and grew until a familiar feeling of warmth crept up my shoulders. I’d felt that only once before, and it was with Theros, the first night we were together. I knew what was coming next, but I couldn’t believe how fast and how hard I began to grip and release him. The muscles in me, that lined his cock, started to make long, deep motions up and down, and as they did, the Minotaur groaned loudly, threw back his head and drove his cock as deep as he could get it.

Every inch of my body was around him, every tiny feeling, every little slick sound and delicious roiling in my belly made me want him to...fuck...me harder. Even thinking that word sent a chill down my back all the way to my toes. But that’s what I wanted. I leaned forward and whispered “fuck me, Theros,” in his perked up ear, and it must have made him as excited as he made me the first time he told me the same thing.

“I want to feel you drip down my walls, just like you told me you would.”

His fingers curled on my back, scratching a wonderful pain where they went. The sound that Theros made was unlike anything I’d ever heard as he roared his pleasure and slammed his hips forward, driving his monstrous cock as deep as I thought it could go.

“Your face,” he said with a moan. “You’re close, yes?”

My jaw slacked and I tried to respond, but all I managed was a stutter as my world cooled, then melted. My lips trembling and jaw twitched and every fiber of my being erupted at once with waves of pulsing tension and relief. My muscles clenched and relax in time with my quickening heart. As tightly as he had me clutched against him, I still was able to squirm a little, to writhe around on the cock that impaled me, and as I did, Theros swelled within me.

“Yes, Aiden,” he said under his breath as my quivering and convulsing reached its pinnacle and my breath left me in a rush. “Oh, that’s right, yes, yes, yes, come for me Aiden, come for Theros.”

I didn’t know what he meant, not really, but the waves got so strong that eventually all I could do was let my eyes stay half open and try to breathe, which barely worked.

As my body began to return to something near normal, I put my palms against Theros’s chest and pushed off so I could see him. His cock was so deep inside me that it that I couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful, but then he reached back, took my legs off his hips, and set me on the ground.

“I will give you what you want,” he said. “And what I have to have.”

His words burned in my ears, excited every inch of me, and then he shoved me forward, laughing.

“To your knees, Aiden.”

I did as he said, and tried to look back but he took a handful of my wavy hair and yanked my head back. On either side of me, hard hair on his legs brushed and thrilled. He pushed himself back inside, squeezing his tip past my entrance, then the knotted bulge, and then the rest of him. That time though, I didn’t feel the hairy sheathe that encased his cock, it was just smooth, hot, and hard.

“Yes!” I cried as he shoved deeper than ever before. “Oh, oh Theros! How can anything feel like this?”

“Even better still is how you will feel when I let my seed drip down the walls of your womb and put my baby inside you.”

Just his words made me give myself to him completely. I don’t know what it was about them, but between his hard, sweetly painful shoves, and the words he whispered in my ear, I knew at that very moment that I was his and his forever.

“Anything you want, for as long as I can give it to you, Theros, I will.”

He grunted and drove deep.

One of his hands squeezed my hip, the other clenched my shoulder, releasing my hair so I could turn and look back at his savagely beautiful face as he took his pleasure. So hard he dug his fingers into me that I screamed out, which just made him fuck me harder and harder.

“Do...do you feel that?” He said as his cock swelled again inside me, stretching me out even further and even sweeter than ever before. “I’m close, Aiden, very close.”

Somehow I was too. The tight squeezes had started up between my legs again, or maybe they’d never stopped.

“I can’t...I can’t stop,” he said.

Looking back at him, I watched Theros close those beautiful, burning eyes and let his head relax on his mighty shoulders. Both of his hands went to my hips, squeezing me so tight that I squealed, and he drove his full, brutal length so far in that I felt him against the back wall of my cunt, screamed out, and heard him laugh in ecstasy.

“I...I can’t...”

He pulled back, and then slammed forward harder, faster, slapping his hair-covered thighs

Every muscle in my body tensed with the first drop of heat that came out of Theros and into me. I reached between my legs and squeezed hard on the base of his cock, milking the small part of him that was outside my body, hoping that would bring him to his climax sooner because I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Squeeze...me...” he groaned as his cock twitched deep inside me.

The first waves of my come were deep, hard, wrenching, and impossible to stop. Thankfully, as soon as he felt my cunt’s grip the Minotaur exploded.

The hands on my hips squeezed and released in time with the pulses of my walls and the pumping of nectar inside my body. Just as he said, drenching jets of his desperate love coated every inch of me. So much of it spilled that little trickles ran down my thighs and pooled on the ground below.

White heat overtook my vision and everything around me – the leather smell of Theros, the firelight – it all fuzzed into a blurry, fantastic vision that thrummed with the vibrations that my body made. Pulse after pulse, eruption after eruption, the Minotaur’s juice filled me, pounded against my womb, soaked me, and slid in hot rivers down the insides of my legs. I felt it cool as it reached my knees, but there was so much that some made it to the marble below.

My breathing all but stopped, my heart all but thumped out of my chest and I was taken to a place where nothing existed but the rise and fall of Theros’s chest against my back, the throbbing of his cock inside me and the sweet, unearthly satisfaction that it all brought.

Moments later, I collapsed with a deep, heavy sigh, but Theros caught me before I could settle down to the floor. He rolled over, and laid me on top of his huge, beautiful torso. My head went to rest against his neck.

Epilogue

My next week was spent sleeping and waking, being fed all sorts of things from the pot Theros kept boiling over a fire fueled by some sort of strange air that came up through a crack in the temple’s floor.

“Aiden,” he always said when I awoke in the straw where we slept. “Are you ready?”

Every time he said it, he meant either that he was going to bathe me with surprisingly gentleness, or he was going to ram himself inside me, soak my womb, and give me every possible chance to drink up his seed. Often he meant both, and we did one after the other after the other. Then we’d eat, and then we’d sleep. Always when I awoke, he was either beside me on our straw, or banging away on something at his forge.

Several days of the same passed, and each time his lovemaking became more urgent, harder and faster and deeper. I stopped hurting after a time, but I never stopped getting sore and raw and wanting more. Finally, as we neared a week since I’d been thrown into the maw of the dungeon, I awoke and saw Theros the Bull just staring at me.

“It’s done,” he said. “I no longer smell your heat in the air.”

His hand ran over my naked belly. Down here, there was no need for modesty. No need for clothes.

“Do you feel him?” he asked. “Do you feel my son in your belly?”

“No,” I said, “I mean, it will take some time before I know. When I nursed women at the Academy, we’d wait until they missed their moons before thinking they were with child.”

“Different for us...well, for me, I suppose.”

“There are more of you?” I said with shock in my voice.

“No. Not anymore. Something happened long ago. But with your help, there will once again be a proud herd of my people.”

I smiled. “A herd? A whole heard? This place would fall apart the first time a heard of Minotaurs started wrestling. How did you get here, anyway?”

“That is a long story, and a sad one. For another time, wife Aiden.”

“Oh, wife now? I’m your wife?”

“You became so when you took my child. You’re the first you know. The first after hundreds.”

“Hundreds?” His words chilled my bones.

“I did not like it, but that’s the way of it. I can’t hide who or what I am, Aiden.”

“Nor would I want you to,” I said shuddering just a bit. “But it’s...hard to hear.”

Theros grunted and nodded and pulled me against his chest.

“You are mine now,” he said. “You are one of us. Greatwife of Theros, last king of the Minotaurs.”

“King? You’re royalty?”

“Well, when you’re the last of a line, you become royal.” He laughed at his own joke and reached back behind himself. When he turned back to me he had a thin chain in his hand that glittered in the torches surrounding us. Like his fire, I had learned that the torches were simply holes in the walls through which the strange air under the temple escaped and could be lit.

“My people do not wear crowns. The horns make it difficult. Instead, our kings wear golden rings through the nose, and our queens wear...these.”

He hooked the necklace about my throat. It hung loose, but was surprisingly heavy for its size.

“Thank you,” I said touching my new jewelry. “I don’t understand though – why am I the first one to hold your child? Surely out of the...hundreds...of others, at least one must have done the same.”

Theros shrugged. “I cannot say. But I know it is in you. I felt it when I first saw your face. I knew you were different than the others.”

I let out a sigh and huddled against my mate’s – my king’s chest – to ward off the slight chill that ran through the temple every so often. He clutched me to his chest, enveloping me with his mighty arms.

His cock hardened against my leg and I adjusted myself so that it went between them, against my sex. Reaching down, I slid his tip inside my sex and shuddered softly as I stretched around his girth.

“Promise me one thing,” I said as his hips began to pump and I felt the familiar warmth creeping through me. “Just one thing.”

“What?” He breathed hard.

“You never, ever, ever stop doing this to me.”