by Danica Avet
Grant watched the whistling bear saunter out of his room, softly closing the door behind him. He stared at the panel for a while, trying to puzzle through Ricky’s behavior. His head pounded after a few seconds, so he gave up with a mental shrug. Ricky was bear enough to take care of himself. He had more important things to worry about, like his mate’s pain.
Leaning over, he stroked his fingers along her cheek. “Baby, are you okay? Can I get you anything?” He hurt for her, for the pain she’d suffered protecting him, but part of him felt nothing but awe and pride that she’d fought by his side.
“Are they gone?” A soft whisper cut through his inner musings.
Startled, Grant looked into bright brown eyes.
“What?” she asked in a defensive tone. “I wanted them to leave. They were getting on my nerves.”
“Are you okay?”
She snorted, pushing his hand away to sit up with a yawn. The sheet started to slip, but to his disappointment, she caught it before it revealed anything. “I’m sore, got a headache that makes me wish I could van Gogh myself except I’d cut my head off, but yeah, I’m good.” She looked him over. “How about you?”
In answer, Grant tackled her, pinning her beneath him. The sheet fell to her waist so their bare chests were pressed together. She felt so fucking good against him he wanted to stay plastered against her for the rest of their lives. Since that wasn’t practical, he settled for a kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Two
She didn’t evade him, didn’t try to stop him. No, Isola’s eyes were wide open and her lips moist as he lowered his mouth to hers. The softest sigh escaped just before her body relaxed into his. The kiss itself was gentle, loving. He rubbed his mouth over hers, learning the texture of her lips, savoring her softness. He would be content to sip at her forever.
He nibbled at her plump bottom lip, feeling a surge of triumph as she shivered in reaction. Her nipples tightened against his chest, pressing into him in demand. Grant hummed softly. He’d get to those little beauties in a minute. He just needed to taste more of Isola’s hot mouth.
* * * *
Izzy moaned against Grant’s mouth. He was being too fucking gentle, too sweet. She was warm and willing beneath him. He should’ve been pushing for more, but no, he was taking his good ole time. And gods help her, she loved it. His body held her to the bed, caged her really, but she could’ve cared less. He was so hot, so hard and sexy she wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever.
Knowing that was impossible, she dragged her hands up his back to sink her fingers in his hair. She opened her mouth in demand, and Grant gave her what she wanted, needed. His tongue surged into her mouth and Izzy answered. Their tongues dueled as Grant’s taste went to work on her senses. She moaned as her body flooded with heat, with such insistent need, she thought she might explode from want.
He tilted his head to the side to give him better access which she immediately granted, her hands tugging him closer. The gold ring in his septum pressed against her cheek, sending those erotic electrical charges through her body that sent her womb into a spasm of delight. His scent seeped into her pores until she felt him on what had to be a molecular level. He was inside her without being physically inside her. He was a part of her. Forever. She knew that, wasn’t quite sure she accepted it, but she wasn’t ready to analyze. No, not right now. Right now, she needed him.
The sheet was pulled away, baring her to his hungry hands as they roamed over her body. Every hurt she’d gained from the imp fight was washed away by the feel of Grant’s palms and fingers trailing over her skin. Bruises on her ribs? Gone as he feathered touches up to her breasts. He levered himself over her, pulling away from the kiss to stare down at her.
His eyes were black, his nostrils flaring. With a growl that should have made her wary, he eased over her to trail his gorgeous lips from her mouth and down her throat. Sharp little bites of heat and electricity followed his mouth as he worked his way to her chest. Izzy whimpered, squeezing her thighs together. She was dripping wet already. If he did what she thought he was going to do, she’d—
She moaned. Loudly as his tongue circled her right nipple. That fucking nose ring dragged across the mound of her breast, sending charges through her with each pass of his mouth. Wet? She wasn’t wet anymore, she was a one-woman flood!
“Grant,” she moaned. She wasn’t sure what she wanted other than release. She tugged at his hair, but he paid her no mind, switching his attention to her other nipple.
He gave it equal amount of love with his tongue before surrounding her with his mouth and suckling. Her back arched, her legs fell open as though he’d unlocked them. He growled against her nipple as he settled himself between her legs. His cock was a searing hot brand against her thigh. She wanted, oh gods, she wanted him so much. But something…something felt wrong.
His teeth nipped her breast and in an instant, she felt instinct roar to the forefront of her mind.
* * * *
With a grace and agility Grant hadn’t known she was capable of in her wounded and aroused condition, Isola flipped him over to his back. He was stunned for a split second, but that was all it took for her to tie his hands to the headboard of his bed. Surprised—okay shocked—he looked up to see that she’d used strips of material the others had obviously intended for wrapping wounds. Grant knew he could shred through the bindings, but something stopped him.
Isola’s eyes blazed with an inner fire that forced him to remain pliant beneath her. It was so against his nature, against the nature of all minotaurs, but under her hot stare, he felt his will to dominate fade. His heart thundered and his cock throbbed. He had a feeling he was about to find out what it was like to be taken by an Amazon.
As though she read his mind, his mate’s lips curled into a sensual, dangerous smile that sent a bolt of desire through him. She leaned towards him, her breasts swaying closer until her hardened nipples grazed his chest. Her hot center pressed against his stomach, coating him in her juices. His mouth watered for a taste of her, but from the look on her face, that wasn’t going to happen.
She closed the distance between their lips until they were mere inches apart. Her breath was warm and sweet against his lips. He opened his mouth to kiss her, but she shook her head. “Don’t make a sound, bull boy,” she whispered against his mouth. “Do you want your mother to come running in here to see you like this?”
Okay, now he was about to come even though she’d mentioned his mother at a time when no sane man wanted to think of their parents. Knowing she was going to drive him crazy, knowing she planned to fuck him and not being able to make a sound? Oh gods, he was in heaven…hell…he bit back a groan of want, squeezing his eyes closed.
The scent of her arousal surrounded him, the spice of her ovulation adding a new layer that demanded his seed. He was going to explode.
She didn’t waste any time, didn’t bother with foreplay or teasing. No, not his mate. She knew what she wanted and she took it.
Her hips lifted and he felt her small hand on his cock, positioning him for her pleasure. His eyes shot open just in time to see her sink onto him, taking him inside her tight pussy in one smooth glide. His breath burst out of him in combined relief and agony. He was inside her. His cock twitched. He was inside his mate and gods, had anything ever felt as good? No. Never, and he knew no other woman would ever make him feel the same.
“Look at me, minotaur.” Her voice was just a wisp of sound, but it dragged his attention from the sensation—barely—to her face.
He lost his breath again. Her eyes were bright, mesmerizing, her face glowing as though lit from within. Long, brown hair spilled over her shoulders in wild disarray. This was the Isola no one else had ever seen. Grant knew it as surely as he knew she would be his forever.
“Watch me.”
It was a command, and he was helpless to do anything other than obey. He watched avidly as her hands rose to play with her breasts. His dick twitched again. He was going to come. Sh
e smiled as though she knew how hard he struggled to hold back. Her long fingers with their blunt nails twisted and tugged at her nipples until they were diamond-hard points and flushed the color of cherries.
She shifted her hips, his cock sliding against Isola’s sweet, little pussy. Grant clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, scrambling for the will to hold out until she came. Her inner muscles clamped around him, forcing his eyes open.
“You have to watch.”
He nodded dumbly. Anything. He’d do anything to come, but it had to be with her. He was a dominant male. He could hold back his pleasure until she did.
Her hips rose until only the tip of his dick remained in her tightness. Circling her hips slightly, she sighed as his cock rimmed her opening. A rush of arousal seeped from her core, coating his cock with her essence. Grant growled softly, his eyes on where their bodies were barely joined. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. He watched, breathless and hungry, as her delicate pussy lips stretched around him, taking him in until their pelvises met.
He huffed out a soft moan. Looking up at her, he was rewarded with her broad smile. She winked at him right before she began riding him. She slid down on his cock with slow, measured glides. Grant’s hands clenched into fists over his head. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to grab her hips and fuck her hard, but that strange compulsion stayed with him. She controlled their lovemaking and he had to let her.
But that didn’t stop his hips from rolling up to meet her every downward thrust. It didn’t stop him from planting his feet on the bed to push harder into her. She gasped above him. His body thrilled at the sight of her head flung back, her hands cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples as she rode him harder, faster.
Their heavy breathing and the soft, slick sounds of their mating were the only sounds in the room. Grant blinked sweat out of his eyes as Isola lifted and lowered herself hard. She reached out to brace her hands on his chest as she bounced on his cock with more enthusiasm than skill. He panted as her pussy tightened around him. She was about to come. Thank the gods.
Then she did and it was more than he could’ve possibly hoped for. Her inner walls clutched his dick so hard he would’ve worried she was about to snap it off if the top of his head hadn’t exploded. He came, his hips pumping harder as he sent his seed deep inside her clamping body. Grant met Isola’s eyes, seeing his future in them, and knew she saw the same in his. It was a moment of pure and utter beauty. And in that instant, he felt the spark of something deeper.
It had to be the bond, he thought in joyful exhaustion. Their hearts beat in unison, their bodies strained towards each other, and their souls melded. It was frightening. It was beautiful. Gods, it was perfect.
Isola slumped over him, her inner muscles quivering around his still jerking cock, her body instinctively draining his of its essence. Together they shuddered and panted as they were lost in the throes of an orgasm so intense it had to have registered on the Richter scale. Grant didn’t even realize he’d shredded the bindings holding his hands until he found his arms around Isola, his hands stroking her damp back.
Her entire body shook with the aftermath of their pleasure, her soft, sobbing breaths wafting over his sweat-slicked chest. Grant closed his eyes, content to hold her in his arms, his cock snug in her fluttering pussy. It was a moment out of time, completely separate from everything that had happened since they first met. They were one. He never wanted it to end.
That’s the exact moment when a sudden fire swept through his body. His skin, which had finally dried from his exertions, beaded with sweat again.
Isola moaned. “You’re hot.”
Grant closed his eyes, trying to fight the need in him. The sensation was like none he’d ever experienced before, like someone had lit a fire just beneath his skin. It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable, leaving him panting for air.
“Grant? What’s wrong?” she asked as she pressed her soft hand against his cheek.
He couldn’t speak. It was like his tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth, but he found out his body could do the talking for him. He heard Isola gasp even as he felt his cock swell inside her.
If she hadn’t relaxed, he might have tried to disengage their bodies, but she melted all over him like butter on hot toast. She was like liquid silk around his dick, and all he could think about was coming inside her again.
With that foremost in his mind, he flipped them over until she was trapped beneath him. Lodged deep inside her, he propped himself up on his hands to look at her. A rosy flush of arousal coated her face and her eyes were deep pools of bittersweet chocolate.
“I have to…” He groaned as he nudged his cock deeper inside her channel.
Her eyes rounded in surprise. “G–Grant? Are you getting…bigger?”
He squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as dangerously sharp pleasure wafted through him. Gods, he was getting bigger! He could feel his dick lengthen and thicken until Isola’s sweet little pussy fit him as tight as a vise.
He panted for breath as sweat trickled down his spine. He had to move, he had to plunge into her until he coated her with his seed. He had to make her his.
* * * *
Izzy couldn’t catch her breath. Sex…hadn’t always been like this. She was almost positive of that. It might’ve been a while since she rode a bucking bronco, but c’mon, there was no way she felt the earth move during the orgasm. But she’d never, ever had a male grow bigger inside her on a second round of play.
But Grant was blowing all of her perceptions about sex out of the water. Even as that thought hovered in her mind, it was whisked away as he pumped his hips. Her fingers sank into the cheeks of his tight ass of their own violation. Oh, gods! His new size hit every single, fucking nerve ending in her pussy and massaged it. She shuddered as he gave another experimental thrust, her back arching up, her hips curling into his for more.
He made a sound like a growl that vibrated through her body mere seconds before he lifted away from her slightly to balance on his knees. Her eyes popped open even as she parted her lips to utter a protest. She never got the chance to bitch him out because he hoisted her right leg up and out to the side.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the movement sent him deeper inside her. He never stopped pumping his hips, sending his now massive cock further into her with sharp, hard thrusts. Her breasts bounced at the pace. Her breath left her in soft, little yips of sound she couldn’t seem to control.
“Gods, Isola,” he groaned as he quickened his strokes. “Tell me you’re close.”
He actually wanted her to talk? Was he fucking crazy?
Then he brushed her clit with the tips of his fingers, spreading her moisture around the taut bud. Izzy squeaked, feeling as though he’d shot her full of electricity. She grabbed for his hand to pull it away. It was too much, but he snapped his teeth at her and slammed into her hard enough to make her lose her breath.
“Mine.”
She didn’t know if he meant her clit or her body or whatever and she wasn’t about to ask him. Not when each pounding of his cock inside her body sent shockwaves through her. She wasn’t a complete idiot.
Letting go of his hand, she lifted her arms over her head to grasp the headboard, clutching at it frantically. Grant went back to playing with her clit, stroking, pinching, tweaking it until the tension inside her exploded outwards.
Izzy didn’t even have the breath to shriek like she wanted to, like her body demanded. All she was capable of was a soundless cry as her pussy convulsed in sheer pleasure. She vaguely heard Grant grunt as her inner muscles locked around him in a rhythmic dance that sent him over the edge. His hips bucked against her three more times before he stiffened with a long, low moan, spilling scalding hot seed into her body.
Panting, feeling more than a little lightheaded, Izzy peered up at him to see him frozen above her as his cock emptied into her. That’s when she saw that at some point he’d planted her foot flat agains
t his shoulder, opening her wider. She shook her head. Did it really matter that he’d made like Auntie Anne and tried to turn her into a pretzel? Not one damned bit. Not when he’d rocked her world so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk straight ever again.
Finally, as though air was let out of a balloon, he collapsed on her, his body quivering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. They were both sticky with sweat and cum, breathing like they’d just run a marathon, and Izzy had never felt more satisfied in her entire life. If she could breathe, she’d purr, but all she could do was wheeze.
Grant nuzzled her neck, sending a shiver through her body that made him groan as her inner muscles gave another flutter around his cock. Even spent, he filled her and it seemed as though her body was reluctant to let him go.
His tongue swept out to lap at her throat and the sensation washed through her body, heating her up again. She couldn’t go another round though and she had a feeling neither could Grant. He was just loving on her.
And she liked it. Her lips curled in a lazy smile as he propped his body up on his elbows over her. How weird was that? In the past, she couldn’t wait to kick her lovers out of the bed, but with him—
Something hard landed on her nose and pain exploded.
“Ow!” She clutched her face as blood leaked out of her nostrils. So much for the fucking afterglow!
“Dammit, baby, I’m sorry,” Grant muttered as he disengaged their bodies to lay next to her. “Let me look at it.”
She didn’t want him to look at it. She wanted to kick his ass just because. But she didn’t. He was so lucky he’d mellowed her out with great sex!
Removing her hands from her face, she let him look at her nose. “What hit me?” she asked when he was finished examining her.
She looked up at the ceiling, expecting to see a piece of plaster missing or something. It looked perfectly fine. Her eyes swept across the room. Maybe Rosetta had snuck in and thrown something at her for her sappy expression. But nope, no one was in the room except her and Grant.