rest of him. He’s not quite minotaur, not quite human. Fur covers his forearms and some of his human legs, but his cock is all animal as is the gleam in his eyes and the slight lengthening of his face. He looks like a monster from a nightmare and I fucking love it.
He growls, a low bass as his head tilts down like bulls I’ve seen, but he doesn’t attack me, no, he grabs my hips and yanks me to him, my legs pressed against his wide chest as he slams back inside me, filling me and stretching me so much it edges on pain.
Smoke drifts from his nose, wrapping around us, seeming to caress my skin as he fucks me, makes me his, our blood and minds mixing, the high like no other. I watch those red orbs, they keep me afloat as pleasure explodes from every corner of my body with a screech, leaving me unable to move or think, but he still carries on, powering into me again and again like a man possessed.
“Mine,” he snarls, over and over.
Moaning, I arch up and roll my nipples. “Yours,” I agree.
“Mine!” he snarls, and I cry out as he slaps my clit with his hand again and again as he drives into me until I’m thrown over the precipice. I come with a scream, clamping around him as he roars my name for everyone to hear.
Gasping, I collapse back to the floor and he rolls until he’s on his back, then he drags me onto his chest where I sprawl, my ear to his chest, listening to his heart race in time with mine.
I feel him shift beneath me, his animal retreating with a purr until he encircles his very human arms around me. “Draya, where did they take you?” he asks worriedly, dropping a kiss on my hair which makes me smile.
Stroking his pecs, I lift my head and prop my chin on his chest, watching him and the muscles playing in his torso. He truly is beautiful in a rugged, rip you to pieces way that makes me a walking, talking ball of need. “They were trying to break me. He wants me for something, but I don’t know what yet,” I muse, and then I proceed to tell him about Amos and Veyo. He growls and draws me closer, so I pat his chest. “I’m fine, they can’t break me. People have been trying their whole lives, and it won’t work now.”
“Draya.” He shakes his head, watching me with the softest expression I’ve ever seen on him. “What happened after?”
“They dragged me to another cell and threw me in with a vampire, I think it was to break us both. They thought he would feed and become their minion, depending on them for food and scaring me in the process.” I snort and he grins.
“I take it that didn’t work?” he inquires, his hand massaging the base of my spine. I groan in bliss as my eyes flutter closed for a moment as he works out the knots there. “Draya.” He huffs out a laugh and I blink.
“Don’t distract me then, hot stuff,” I tease, and then become serious. “No, I spoke to him. He’s like us. A prisoner, Dume.” I suck in a breath, remembering what I saw. “I saw into his mind. God, the way he was made—no one should have to suffer that, but he did. He’s old and very powerful. We can help each other, I have a plan.”
“And what’s that?” he murmurs, watching me closely, so I tell him what I thought we could do and he starts to laugh, a grin covering his face. “You are a genius, Draya, they aren’t going to know what’s hit them.”
“They will learn not to fuck with a skinwalker ever again,” I retort, offering him a matching grin.
I lay my head back on his chest and he carries on the rumbling purr, relaxing me so much I nearly fall asleep until a thought hits me. “Dume, once we are free, where will you go?” I question sleepily, the blackness of slumber trying to claim me, but I fight to stay awake, to hear his answer.
“Wherever you go, my goddess,” he whispers, and kisses my head. “Sleep, I will watch over you.”
I wait and watch.
I see Griffin arrive. He goes in and doesn’t come back out, which could either be good or bad, I can’t tell yet. But I can’t worry about him also, I