Her Mistletoe Minotaur: A BWWM Paranormal Holiday Romance (A Very Alpha Christmas Book 1)

by Erin St. Charles

  Mitch's lips brushed against her ear, his chest hairs soft against her back.

  "Is this okay? Can you breathe?" he asked her.

  She nodded in agreement. "Mmmm...hmmm."

  "I need your words, Petunia," he said.

  "Yes, it's okay. Yes, I can breathe." Her words were muffled against the bed linens.

  "Good," he said. He leaned back, and she felt cool air on her back. Then his weight was gone. She heard a drawer open and close, but before she could even lift her head, he was back, straddling her hips, holding her down.

  She heard the cap of a bottle open and snap shut. He was rubbing his hands together, she realized, but before she had time to process the sounds, his hands, warm and calloused, but slick with massage oil, glided up and down her back, ending at the cleft of her ass where sadly, he stopped.

  She found this annoying, and opened her mouth to tell him so, but he cut her off.

  "Relax," he said. "You don't have to say anything, do anything, to smooth the situation over."

  She frowned and turned her head slightly, trying to get a look at him.

  "Yeah, I've noticed when you're nervous, you tend to fill quiet spaces with your chatter," he said, using his fingertips to find the stiff muscles in her back to massage them.

  The massage oil he used smelled like a flower. Lavender, maybe? She felt horny, but also relaxed. And Mitch was very chatty, leading her to wonder whether being in control made communication easier for him.

  "Since we agreed that this is all the time we'll have together, I want to make the most of it," he said. Tu had a sense of the wind up happening. She wondered what the pitch would be.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to mention that they hadn't agreed to anything. Mitch had basically told her how this was going to go, and she went along with it, because, hello! She wanted to be with the big, horny, bastard who was also sexy as hell. So, she nodded in agreement as he continued his massage.

  "Tell me how you felt when I pushed you back on the bed," he said. He found the spot between her shoulder blades where she tended to carry her tension, pressed into it with the heel of his hand. She winced and moaned. It felt so good to have the knot of muscle loosened up. Not in a million years did she imagine Mitch giving anyone back rubs.

  "Mmmm... I was surprised," she mumbled. She kept her eyes closed to remain focused on how it felt for him to massage her. "But it was kind of fun, too."

  "What about when I caged you in and planted you face-first on the mattress?" he asked, still massaging her.

  She had to think about that one for a moment. Finally, she spoke. "Again, surprised. When I realized I couldn't move, it was kind of exciting. It was good."

  It was hard to articulate exactly how she'd felt to be held down like that. Perhaps she should have felt frightened, but she felt the opposite. It was an odd thing to admit to him, but they only had this time together, and she had nothing to lose by spilling her guts. So, she went for it.

  "It made me feel safe. When you held me so close, it made me feel safe. Like I didn't have to do anything but be in this moment. I didn't have to be a good girl or go out of my way to make other people feel better. I could just be myself."

  His hands paused when she said this, and when they resumed, she thought she felt a tremble in them. There were a few long moments of silence before Mitch said anything else.

  "Good," he said finally. His voice a croak. His normal bass voice was deeper. Darker. And... emotional.

  Something about his tone made her want to turn over and look at him. She tried to do so, but he stopped her. He unstraddled her, peeled the jeans off her deliciously boneless body, then arranged her body so her bare ass was turned up for his perusal, while her shoulders remained in contact with the mattress. She felt exposed, on edge, as she waited to see what would happen next.

  In the next moment, she felt his mouth on her pussy, licking her from clit to taint, surprising the hell out of her.

  She hadn't noticed his tongue was unusually large, but it seemed to be everywhere at the same time, and it felt like he was inhaling her pussy into his mouth.

  "Ahhhh..." was all she could say since she was now awash in sensations. With her cheek to the mattress, she moaned over and over again. She was out of her mind with overwhelming pleasure, intense pleasure that made her forget everything, everyone, outside of his mouth on her pussy. He took her clit between her lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Her body tried to jerk away, but his large hands held her in place.

  His beard rubbed against her inner thighs, heightening the sensations, until she came with alarming speed, throbbing against his tongue in a series of small explosions, babbling, her mouth drooling slightly, sensation exploding all over her skin. He kept on licking her pussy and flicking her clit as her brain gradually drifted back into her body.

  Afterwards, Tu realized her ass was still turned up to give Mitch easy access to her pussy. She must look comical in this position, but she was too sated to care, wholly unable to move into a more dignified position.

  All she could do was continue to drool into the sheets as Mitch's large hands palmed her ass cheeks and stroked them before flipping her over and pulling her into his body to spoon. He stroked her body lightly, but her skin was so sensitive that she jerked and flinched. He whispered in her ear again.

  "Was that okay?" He kept touching her, stroking her, and planting damp kisses along her neck and shoulder.

  "Mmmm...hmmm," was all she could manage at the moment, and as her brain gradually came on line, she could only ponder how the hell he was able to make her come so quickly. It was like he had been provided a road map to her clit, along with a user's manual. Maybe he was that good because he was a bit older? If that was the case, she liked older men.

  "You came all over my face," he said. "Like a damned geyser."

  Her cheeks went hot with embarrassment. Did he not like that?

  "Was that okay?" she asked, a little worried.

  He chuckled. "That was more than okay." His breath and his beard brushed her skin. His erection still poked her in the back, and she realized that while her bakery might be closed, his bread was still rising. But she needed to catch her breath before going on.

  "Do you always squirt like that?" he asked.

  Squirt?

  She turned in his arms, let her fingertips play with the crisp hairs on his chest. "I squirted?" As far as she knew, nothing like that had ever happened to her.

  He rubbed his beard against her nose. "Can't you smell you on me? It was a fucking geyser. I may need to get some fluids in you," he joked, giving her ass a squeeze.

  "Not sure that's ever happened to me before," she frowned. She nestled her nose in the hairs of his chest. His musky scent was wonderful.

  They caressed each other lazily for a while before she said, "You are bossy between the sheets. And a little rough."

  His hand stilled. He drew back, took her chin in his fingers, and tilted it up so that their gazes connected. "If I get too rough for you, let me know."

  She nodded. He pinched the ass cheek his hand had been holding. "I need your words," he said.

  "I'll tell you," she said. "But honestly, you seem to know exactly what you're doing." She didn't add that he was the first man to find all her hot spots without explicit directions.

  "Are you a Dom?" she asked.

  He pursed his lips and shrugged. "I like what I like. No need to put a label on it."

  "When you throw a girl around the bed, pin her down, then gobble her pussy like it's a melting ice cream cone, that seems pretty dominant, don't you think? Or is that dom-ish?" He squinted at her.

  "Never mind," she said, waving a hand. "I can think of better things to do in bed right now."

  Like get his big, beautiful dick inside her.

  She sought him out with her sensitive fingertips. He was as large and thick as he had looked when he'd stripped off his clothes. It felt like a pipe...covered in velvet. The skin was slightly loose, an
d it was hot and pulsing in her hand. She caressed it and had a sudden impulse to take it in her mouth. How much of it could she get to fit? She licked her lips and started the journey south to do just that, but he stopped her.

  "Oh, no, you don't," he said. "I am not coming in your mouth."

  He pushed her onto her back, then pushed her legs up to drape them over his shoulders. He was going for round two of exploding cunnilingus, and she tried to wriggle away.

  He chuckled, pinned her legs wide open, and licked the inside of her thighs, first one leg, then the other. Her skin was still so sensitive that she wriggled against him when his beard hair grazed her.

  She tried closing her legs, but he kept her pinned open.

  "Mercy!" she cried, straining against his hands. His eyes gleamed with evil intent. He chuckled, let go of her legs, then crawled up her body. She noticed then that he'd at some point placed a strip of condoms on the mattress. She knew as a shifter, he wasn't prone to sexually transmitted infections, but it was still considerate of him to take the extra precautions. Had they been somewhere with Omni coverage, they could simply exchange health records, no condoms needed.

  He sheathed himself, then hovered over her, nudging her legs apart gently. Then he teased her by sliding his hard cock over her swollen pussy lips, but he didn't enter her right away. Mitch was a big guy, but she thought she was more than ready for him. She undulated her hips at him.

  "Is this okay?" He braced his forearms on either side of her body with the tip of his cock inching into her pussy. She was so loose from his attentive cunnilingus that he slid in with ease.

  He filled her up completely, the curve of his manhood hitting her g-spot like a heat-seeking missile. She gasped in surprise at the pleasure that slammed into her. She didn't think anything could ever feel better than his mouth on her pussy. Turns out, his dick was better than anything she could've expected.

  "So... tight," he rasped. His face was a mask of concentration as he slowly began to pump into her. He draped her legs over his shoulders and bent back to allow him to go deeper into her.

  "This first time will be quick," he told her, his pale green eyes intense, his pupils reflecting white eyeshine in the half light. His voice, too, was strained, dark in the way she loved to hear it. "But after that, we have all night."

  Until the snow melts...

  Tu shook off the intrusive thought and focused on the here and now. He was hers until he wasn't anymore. She had agreed with him that this would be the beginning and the end of their relationship. Whatever he gave her, she wanted it to be as honest as it could be. She didn't want him to hold anything back.

  "Give it to me!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me! Give it all to me!"

  And he did.

  He found a rhythm that worked so well it felt as if they were only one body. They moved together like waves on the ocean, and Tu realized that just that quickly, she was going to climax again. But she needed more from him to get there. She sensed he was holding back, that he usually kept his beast leashed, but if this was all the time they would ever have together, she wanted to experience all he had to give her.

  His body was more or less perpendicular to hers, his palms pressed to the backs of her thighs as he fucked her.

  "More," she panted. She was on the edge of something big, but she needed all of him to get there. "I... want...more. I need more."

  He shook his head in a gesture that could have been his way of saying no... or it could mean he needed to clear his thoughts. He was in a trance, his eyes on hers but unfocused, murmuring, she sensed, the words he thought she wanted to hear. Because he didn't think he was good with words.

  "All the words," she said. "I need them. Please, baby."

  In the next moment, he fell on her, using his forearms to avoid crushing her, making her legs go even wider apart. She stifled a cry. His head found a spot in the crook of her neck that allowed him to say all the filthy, possessive words she needed to hear.

  "This is my fucking pussy," he panted, still pumping hard into her. "I own it. I take care of it. I protect it."

  "Yes!" she cried, because she knew, she knew, no matter what else happened between the two of them, even after she left, even if she somehow found her way to another man's bed, it would always, always be true.

  "It will never, ever belong to any other man," he whispered. There was a dangerous edge to his quiet voice that thrilled her.

  "Tell me!"

  "Shit! This pussy, this pussy will never belong to any other man. I'll never stop wanting to fuck you," he said. His mouth found her earlobe, and he sucked. One arm went under her body as he cradled her to him. His strokes became erratic.

  Tears of joy, of fulfillment, built in her just as her orgasm crested and went over the edge. Mitch panted heavily in her ear, still sucking on her lobe, until she could feel him go impossible hard and large, and he bit her savagely as he came.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  I really can't stay...

  Mitch awoke with Tu in his arms, the way he had for the past several days. She usually started the night after lovemaking with limbs limp and splayed in all directions, keeping distance from him in his massive bed, but by morning, she was inevitably tucked into his side, her head propped on his forearm...and once, even drooling a bit.

  He'd taken to bringing her coffee in the mornings because Tu was meaner than a grizzly after hibernating for the winter. He found this out the morning after the first night they spent together when he woke her up early in the morning with his mouth on her pussy.

  This would be an ideal way to wake up every morning for legions of women, but not Petunia Josephine Greene. Oh no, because Tu was not a morning person. She was also not a night owl. It appeared she liked to be in bed by ten, and up no earlier than half past six, and the morning wake up had to happen in a specific way.

  Tu had a ritual. The ritual applied whether she woke up at half past six or ten in the morning, and unfolded as follows:

  1. Lie in bed for at least fifteen minutes after awakening.

  2. Shuffle to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

  3. Drink coffee, become human.

  If Tu was somehow interrupted before step three happened, she'd lash out, whining, "Leave me alone, goddammit." It was so unlike her usual sunny self, Mitch stared at her, mouth agape, the first time it had happened.

  Mitch had followed her as she stumbled, zombie-like and bare ass naked, to the kitchen, where she searched for coffee. After the first few sips, she was once again human. And back to her usual cheerful self.

  As a result, Mitch had taken to easing out of bed quietly, padding through the great room with its cheerful Christmas decorations, including the Charlie Brown Christmas tree they had eventually decorated, to brew and pour a cup of coffee for her. He'd leave it on the bedside table on what turned out to be her side of the bed (who knew he had a side of the bed?). Then he'd pee, shower, and by the time he was finished, she'd be human again and ready for morning cunnilingus.

  This morning was different, though. The sun's reflection was blinding as he squinted at the snowy countryside during his daily morning walk from the bedroom to the kitchen. That wasn't new—the skies in Texas tended to be blue more often than not, even in winter. What was new was the sound of dripping water. But where was it coming from?

  It sounded tinny. Mitch stopped moving to listen better. Then he realized what it was.

  Water dripping down the rain gutters. When he looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the great room, he noticed the frost in the corners of the window panes was clear and slushy in appearance.

  Because it was melting. The snow, the frost, the ice, was melting. He consulted his smartphone, and yes, it was close to 50 degrees. A warm front had moved in overnight, something he'd normally be on top of, given his business. But he'd been...busy the past few days.

  Until the snow melts...

  That was their agreement. And it was a sensible agreement, one that would allow them to indulge in their
fierce mutual attraction, and still leave her free to find love and build a life with someone who was more appropriate for her.

  His shoulders sagged, and he let out a sigh. He'd be able to get his wrecker towed, get Tu's car to town, and get her to her sister's cottage soon. Probably today.

  He glanced at the bedroom door, then turned his attention to his task of bringing his woman her coffee.

  His woman.

  He swallowed the lump of emotion that rose in his throat.

  After he'd left her coffee, he performed his morning rituals. When he stepped out of the shower, she was at the sink brushing her teeth. She was gorgeously naked, with unusually long legs for five-foot-six-inch height. Her brown skin was smooth and blemish-free. She had ass for days, a tiny waist, and the cutest little pooch under her navel. Her breasts were a mega handful, which made them less than perky, but really, her body was made for fucking more than it was made for looking at. All things considered, a woman with a fuckable body, who also liked being bossed around in the sack, was a treasure.

  He was going to miss her body. He was going to miss her.

  When he stepped out of the shower stall, she froze to look at him, toothpaste foam dripping to her chin. She mumbled something unintelligible, her eyes large and sad. She must have seen or heard the melting snow and ice, as well.

  Toweling off vigorously, his eyes on her, Mitch said, "Weather broke. Come back to bed for a bit." He hung the towel up and made for the bedroom.

  When Tu joined him, he pulled her into his body, spooning her with his erection poking her in the back. Her body was relaxed as always, and he slid one hand over her bare hip, and she arched into his touch.

  "I'm gonna miss you," he said, nipping her ear, and cupping one generous breast. "But first, I'm gonna fuck you."

  ***

  Getting the wrecker out of the ditch where it had gone off the road was surprisingly easy with the right equipment, namely another wrecker, the kind that could tow a semi-truck. One of Mitch’s managers was able to get the wrecker towed and delivered it to Stately Wayne Cabin, as Tu called it.