Kept By Her Obsessed Minotaurs

12. Calo

12

CALO

T he taste of Mara's lips lingers on my tongue as we break apart, our breaths ragged in the cool night air. My heart hammers against my ribcage. The moonlight dances across Mara's face, making her look ethereal—untouchable. But here she is, in my arms, grounding me in this moment of madness.

I'm no stranger to desire, but there's something about Mara that makes me feel like a stumbling youth, unsure and hesitant. She seems to sense my unease, and her lips curl into a knowing smile. I watch, frozen, as she sinks deeper into the water, her hands gliding over the planes of my chest, her touch light as a feather.

"Mara—" Her name escapes my lips in a breathy whisper.

She silences me with a fingertip pressed gently against my lips. "Let me," she says, her voice barely above the sound of the waterfall. It's not a request but a command, and the alpha in me thrills at the authority in her tone.

Her hand trails lower, slipping beneath the surface of the water. My breath hitches as her fingers find the laces of my trousers. With deft movements, she loosens them, her gaze never leaving mine. I'm torn between the urge to stop her and the desperate need to feel her touch. The latter wins, and I lift my hips, allowing her to pull the soaked fabric down.

My member springs free, large and throbbing with need. The cool air of the night makes me shiver, but it's nothing compared to the heat that flares in Mara's eyes as she wraps her fingers around my shaft. A groan escapes me, the sound echoing off the rocks surrounding us.

Her hand moves gently, stroking me beneath the water's surface. The sensation is maddening—the contrast of her soft skin against my hard length, the gentle pressure of her palm against the tip.

I try to maintain control, to keep the alpha within me from taking over, but it's a losing battle. My body responds to her touch with a mind of its own. My hips buck, thrusting into her grasp, seeking the release that she teases out of me.

Her mouth finds my neck, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I growl, a primal sound that vibrates through my chest. My hands grip her shoulders, but she doesn't flinch. Instead, she moans against my skin, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I'm close—too close. "Mara," I warn, my voice strained. She ignores me, her movements quickening, her hand working me into a frenzy.

With a guttural roar, I come undone. My seed spills into her hand, the force of my orgasm making my knees weak. Waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me breathless and shaking in their wake.

For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the rush of the waterfall. I look down at Mara, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a triumphant smile. She's magnificent—a siren who has ensnared me with her song.

I lead her to the edge of the water, where the earth is soft and the moonlight kisses the ground. She follows, her eyes wide and trusting, and it makes something inside me roar with primal satisfaction.

I lay her down gently, the moss cradling her body like a bed made of the forest itself. She looks up at me with those wide, hungry eyes, and I can't help but drink in the sight of her—her wet hair spread out like a halo, her skin glowing in the ethereal light.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, my voice rough with desire.

Her lips part in a silent gasp as I lean down and explore every inch of her with my lips, tasting the sweetness of her skin.

My hands roam over her body, learning her curves and valleys. I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing her to me. She's a vision of feminine perfection, her legs parting for me with a shyness that only fuels my need.

I spread her legs wider, exposing her fully to the night air—and to my hungry gaze. I can see the slickness of her arousal, the way her body trembles with anticipation. I lower my head between her thighs, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh.

"Calo," she whispers, her voice quivering.

I don't respond with words. Instead, I kiss her there, my tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around her clit. She moans, her hips bucking against my mouth as I ravage her. I'm relentless, my need to please her, to bring her to the brink of ecstasy, driving me forward.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she grinds against my face. I can feel her orgasm building, a storm about to break. I increase my pace, my tongue flicking faster, and then she's there—her body tensing, her back arching off the ground as she cries out in release.

I give her no time to recover. My need for her is a fierce, burning thing, and I can't wait any longer. "Turn over," I command, my voice a low growl.

She obeys. On her hands and knees, she presents herself to me—a sight so primal, so inherently sexual, that I can feel my control slipping.

I position myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips. I enter her swiftly, my large member stretching her, filling her completely. She cries out, her body stiffening, but I hold still, allowing her to adjust to my size.

"You can take all of me," I reassure her.

And she does. With a ragged breath, she pushes back against me, taking me even deeper. I start to move, my thrusts slow and deep, each one stoking the fire that burns between us.

I reach around, my fingers finding her swollen clit. I stroke her in time with my thrusts, my movements growing more frenzied as her moans grow louder.

"You're mine," I growl.

"Yes," she cries out, her body shuddering as another orgasm builds within her.

I increase my pace, my thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. I can feel my own release approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep me away.

"Come for me again, Mara," I command, my voice ragged with need.

And she does, her body convulsing and tightening around me as she cries out her release. It's too much for me to bear. With a final, powerful thrust, I join her, my seed spilling deep into her as wave after wave of pleasure crash over me.

We collapse onto the mossy ground, our bodies slick with sweat in the aftermath of our passion.

The cool night air nips at my damp fur as Mara and I scramble to dress, the echo of our passion still lingering in the air. My fingers fumble with the laces of my trousers, my movements hurried and clumsy, betraying the haste that grips me. Mara's beside me, her nimble fingers working swiftly to fasten her own clothes. Her cheeks are flushed and there's a wildness in her eyes that matches the thrum of my own heartbeat.

"We should get back," Mara whispers, her voice barely audible over the rush of the waterfall. I nod, my gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. The urge to claim her again, to lose myself in the sanctuary of her body, is almost overwhelming, but I force myself to turn away. Duty calls.