Fate Of The Minotaur: BBW Paranormal Romance (Her Dragon's Bane Series Book 5)

by Raines, Harmony

  “No,” Sybil said forcefully. “That is not an option. I came here of my own free will, and despite what either of you might think, I am staying here from my own free will.”

  The two creatures glared at each other. Neither of them wanting to accept being forced to stay under the same roof. But Sybil stood firm. Eventually Fin lowered his stake and Angus retracted his fangs. Although both of them looked hard done by. Like a couple of schoolboys.

  “Now, that’s better. I suggest we all go upstairs and try to get some rest.”

  “And you swear not to leave.”

  Sybil sighed. “We swear.”

  Lord Angus stalked off upstairs. Fin and Sybil followed. She placed her hand in his and smiled up at him; Fin squeezed her hand but couldn’t raise a smile. “Thank you for coming, Fin.”

  He grunted and then said, “I promised to protect you.”

  “I’m sorry I drugged you.”

  “Do you know what it was like to wake up and find you gone from the bed and nowhere to be found?”

  “Yes. I suppose I should have left a note. How did you find me?”

  Lord Angus had stopped; he turned to Fin. “Yes. I would like to know that too.”

  “Lucky guess. I knew what your vision was about and then I saw the house with the two gargoyles missing.” He squeezed her hand tightly and then let it go; she knew he didn’t want to say more. Not now, at least.

  “Here is your room, Sybil. I will show this … to another.”

  “No. He is going to sleep with me.”

  Angus had a look of pure distaste on his face when he said, “You would sleep with a monster?”

  Fin clenched his fist and was about to swing at Angus, but Sybil pushed him back and then said, “Yes. It’s my choice.”

  “You know what he is, despite the…” Angus fluttered his fingers in the direction of Fin’s face, “mask.”

  “I know exactly what he is,” she said firmly, closing the conversation with a “sleep well, Lord Angus.” She pulled Fin forward, wanting to part the two men before any more trouble erupted.

  As she closed the door, Fin went to the window, which was shuttered and bolted. For a moment, he looked down at his hands, and then he turned around and simply asked, “You know what I am?”

  “Of course.”

  “You don’t know what I’ve done.”

  “You are the Minotaur. And the stories are true.” She came to him and grasped both of his large hands in hers. “Fin, you don’t have to answer. I know what you have done. For me, at least.”

  “Sybil, I don’t deserve your friendship.”

  “Fin, I think we have gone past friendship.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, using her fingers to turn his face to hers when he would have shied away. His lips were so comforting, so unsure, and exactly what she needed. Her hands went around his neck and she pressed her body against his.

  “I should have told you.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” she insisted.

  “Sybil, I want you.”

  “Then let’s make these next few hours about us.” She took his hand and led him to the bed. There she slowly undid his shirt, and pushed it off his shoulders, kissing his toned bronze skin as it was exposed. He groaned, his reaction to her touch evidence of his desire for her.

  Fin fumbled with her clothes, his fingers trembling as they undid the buttons of the coat she still wore. Then they set to work on her sweater, pulling it over her head when she put her arms up, seeing her smiling face as it popped off her head. He bent down and kissed her again, his hand going to the small of her back and holding her in place as his mouth ravaged hers.

  When he nipped her bottom lip a small cry escaped her, and his arousal grew further. Lifting her, he placed her on the bed, his hands quickly removing the rest of her clothes until she lay in only her bra and panties. His eyes raked over her soft, plump body, admiring her curves and the swell of her breasts. Unable to keep his hands off her flesh, he unclasped her bra and allowed her breasts to fall free into his willing hands.

  Sybil felt a little embarrassed; she had never been naked with a man, yet alone a man who wanted to make love to her. And yet the look in eyes told her he felt nothing but desire for her voluptuous body. Then, when his mouth claimed her breasts, she felt her desire rise to meet his, also. His warm mouth covered her breasts, sucking her nipple into it, his tongue rolling over the little bud until she was whimpering in need. The dull ache between her thighs grew to an urgency that could not be denied.

  Opening her thighs, she urged him between them, hoping for some satisfaction. Fin gave her that and more. His fingers, more gentle than she could have believed, removed her panties and then pushed into her heated, wet sex. Her back arched; he pushed deeper, breaking her with his fingers and then massaging her inner walls until the pain passed and pleasure returned.

  His thumb circled her clit, his fingers pushing deeper inside her, while his mouth returned to nurse at her breasts. Her orgasm grew, her hips thrusting wildly in the air, while small cries left her mouth to fill the silent house.

  Chapter Seventeen – Fin

  She moved beneath him, her body taking the pleasure he offered. His fingers slid in and out of her and she grasped at him, her voice high pitched as she crested her orgasm. His mouth still licked and sucked her breasts, the taste of her skin so sweet.

  In his pants, his cock grew harder, needing to be freed and plunged into her hot, eager sex. But he was afraid he would hurt her, as he had hurt so many humans throughout his life. Yet his intentions were pure and true; he only wanted to make her happy.

  When he pulled away from her, she stroked his face and kissed his lips.

  “Make love to me, Fin,” she said softly against his ear, her breath sending goose bumps down his back. His cock seemed to swell further, needing some kind of release. He didn’t want to hurt her, would he be too big for her? “It’s OK,” she promised.

  “I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”

  “I’m tougher than I look, Fin. We can take it slow. Real slow. We have all day.”

  He looked into her clear eyes and saw her love for him there; he choked back the flood of emotion that threatened to consume him. She wanted him, and he wanted to be inside her more than anything. If this was their last day on earth, if his long life was to come to the end at the hands, or teeth, of a vampire, then at least let him have consummated this love he had for her.

  He pushed his fingers into her heated sex and brought her arousal back to life. She began to undo his pants, pausing every so often as waves of pleasure washed over her. Eventually, with his help, she freed his cock and stroked it. Now it was his turn to groan, the sensations flooding him too much. If she didn’t stop, he would come in her hand and he wanted to come inside her.

  Placing his large hand over hers, he stilled her, and then moved his body, to position himself between her thighs. She eased her legs wider apart to accommodate him, and then he felt her hold her breath as his cock pushed against her entrance.

  “Argghh,” he groaned as the head of his cock slipped inside her tight sex. Her inner walls held him viselike as he pressed forward. She sheathed him so perfectly, her inner walls stretching, yielding for him. Harder he thrust, more confident, and more eager to impale her completely on his cock. In and out he moved, each thrust going deeper until he had to stop and let the sensations fill him and then subside. If he moved too quickly, and entered her too fast, he would come right now, her body intoxicated him with its need.

  Beneath him she writhed, the pleasure she was experiencing only too evident. As he lay still, inside her, he looked down on her perfect face and then kissed her lips; she was altogether too good for him. And that goodness seemed to permeate her skin and wash over him where their bodies touched, and he wanted to be good and pure. He wanted to be hers forever.

  Chapter Eighteen – Sybil

  So full. He lay still, his cock deep inside her, his mouth soft on hers. Around his hard length, her sex held
him tight, a sheath so snug it was as if they were made for each other. When he began to move again the friction was almost too much. Her inner walls, already sensitive from where he had fingered her to her first orgasm, now threatened to cause a meltdown of sensations in her brain.

  Her hands stroked his skin, her fingertips pressing into him to urge him on, as his thrusts became harder. In and out, her small cries gaining in pitch with each thrust. Fin leveraged his body and pulled so far out of her, that only the head of his cock remained, and then he thrust hard back into her, forcing her up the bed. His hand went under her bottom, and when he repeated the thrust, he held her still, making her take the whole thick length of him. It was as if he wanted to split her in two, but she yielded to him, her sex stretching to take him.

  Her orgasm grew, she tilted her pelvis up and took what he had to offer, her clit stimulated with each thrust of his hips as his body brushed against her. Then he came, his thick cock spurting deep inside her, filling her with his essence. Her own orgasm hit her, her sex contracting, drawing her seed deep inside her womb. Would it be possible for her to conceive his child, or was she too ordinary for such a mythical beast? As he impaled her again and again on his cock, all thought of children escaped her, replaced by an earth-shattering orgasm that only this big hunk of flesh could ever give her. No man could ever match the way Fin made her feel.

  He tried to fill her completely, his lunges now short jabs into her wet sex as he released the final part of his seed. She gasped breathlessly under him, not wanting any of this to end. Because once it did they would have to return to reality, and that reality was fraught with danger of the blood-sucking kind.

  At first she didn’t move; he simply lay inside her, his face turned away. She allowed him the time he needed to compose himself, knowing that he had revealed more to her in these last few hours than he probably had in the whole of his life before. Sybil didn’t have the words to tell him that it was the same for her, that she had shied away from people for so long, kept herself away from humanity so to avoid looking at herself as different. Now, she had found someone who was as different as she was. And she felt as if she had found her soul mate. The one she could trust and depend on over all others.

  “Fin,” she said at last. “How did you find me?”

  He moved off her to lie beside her, his arm possessively draped over her. “Tara.”

  “Tara knows that I came here?”

  “Yes.”

  “So she knows what is going to happen?”

  “No. She can only see it from our side. Not the vampires. She doesn’t know your prophecy. Although I told her what you told me. It seemed right.”

  “And she let me come? Do I die here?” she asked quickly. “And surely she wouldn’t have sent you if she thought you would die here.”

  “Tara is a selfish creature. But I do not think she would send us to our deaths. I believe she made sure I came here to save you. You have to remember that she has lived with her gift, and been alone because of it, just like you. So I think she will make sure you live.”

  “Did she tell you how it would end?”

  “After I told her about your dream, she thought for a moment. Then she said she had preparations to make.”

  “Preparations?”

  “Who knows with Tara? The best we can do is deal with this vampire. Are you sure you can trust him?”

  “Yes. In my dream, another vampire killed him, and then the vampires fell to their knees to follow a vampire who goes on to enslave the whole of the human race. I don’t think I need to embellish that statement: needless to say, there is a lot of blood and a lot of deaths.”

  “And by helping this Lord Angus, this will change?”

  “I don’t know. I mean, it will change, but I don’t know if it will be enough to quench the uprising against humans.”

  “I wonder if this vampire who kills Angus is the same one who tried to break the truce with the dragons.”

  “I don’t know. I’m not like Tara; my gift only works when it wants to.”

  He kissed her head. “You should rest. I’ll keep watch over you.”

  “But you’ll be tired too.”

  “I will not sleep while that blood sucker is in the same house. He might be the better of two evils, but he is still evil.”

  She kissed his cheek, “I love you, Fin.”

  He hesitated, and she thought he wasn’t going to return her declaration, but when he did say, “I love you too,” it was with a voice so choked with emotion she wondered how he had ever got a single word out at all.

  Resting her head on his chest, she closed her eyes and slept. Only to wake in seeming minutes, yet the house was bathed in twilight, the warmth of the sun already gone from the sky. The only way to tell was from the soft light on the shutter.

  “Did I sleep that long?” she asked Fin.

  “No. Dusk, comes early to Hollowton. By witchcraft or otherwise, the sun is not welcome here. Now you’re awake we should go downstairs, wait for Angus, and then find out the plan.”

  She got out of bed stiffly. “I wish we could just go back to my little cottage and make love. I worry I will never see it again.”

  “You will, Sybil. I will protect you with every last breath in my body.”

  “That is what worried me, Fin. I don’t want to live with your death on my conscience; I want to live with you forever by my side in life.”

  “Don’t worry. I have no intention of allowing the blood suckers to kill me.”

  They dressed in silence, both lost to what was to come. Then he took her hand and they went to the door, pulling it open to find Lord Angus waiting at the top of the stairs.

  “You’re up at last. Come, we must make haste. You said tonight will be the night of the attack?”

  “Yes,” Sybil answered.

  “Then there is little time to lose. Night will be upon us. I have been thinking over what you said. And if the force against me is to be made bigger with vampires from Christon, then it stands to reason it will not happen at first dark. That gives us some small window of time.”

  He reached the bottom of the stairs before Sybil and Fin had time to reach the first stair, then he set to opening the door. As the half-light spilled in, giving the grand hallway an eerie glow, the realisation that they were about to go out and walk among vampires hit Sybil.

  “Is it safe? For us.”

  “You are my guests; anyone making a move to harm you will be dealt with severely. We still uphold some manners and customs. Thankfully.” With that, he stepped outside, and Sybil and Fin had no choice but to follow. However, both of them thought they would be so much safer behind that bolted door than out here in the town full of the undead.

  Barely had they stepped outside of the house, when the first newcomer arrived, hissing at them, especially when he saw Fin’s wooden stake. Angus seemed to stare into the vampire’s soulless body and make him do his bidding. Sybil realised they had underestimated the power Lord Angus had over the other vampires. More than ever, she knew they had to keep him alive.

  Lord Angus moved fast. Fin could match him stride for stride, but Sybil had to jog to keep up. By the time they reached the place they were heading to, a large Victorian building with a few vampires talking outside, her chest was heaving with breathlessness. A sight that excited the vampires, and not perhaps for the reason it excited Fin. No, these were looking at the place where her heart thumped in her chest, and more than one of them licked its lips. Sybil simply shuddered in disgust and reached for Fin’s comforting hand.

  “You have brought us a meal, Lord Angus. You always provide for us.”

  “These are my guests, they are not food. They bring me tidings of an imminent invasion from our brothers in Christon.”

  A round of hissing and low growls rang out. It appeared that the term “brothers” was very loose, even contemptible.

  “Tell us where to find them and we will meet them with force? This is our territory,” one of them bellowed.


  “One of us has rallied them to his aid,” Lord Angus continued when the jeering subsided.

  “Winston. It will be that traitor’s heart of his, out for revenge.”

  “You have guessed well, Simon. He plans to use one of our own against us. I have a spy in their midst, and Winston has discovered this. He is to be killed, unless we strike first.”

  More hisses. “To strike first would be to start a war.”

  “The war is already started. Winston has already tried, and failed, to break the truce between us and the dragons.”

  “No. The truce has lasted for centuries. No one would be stupid enough to break it.”

  The discussion raged on, Sybil turned to Fin and asked, “Why do they fear the dragons?”

  He shrugged. “I have no idea.”

  But with a sudden downdraft of air, they were about to find out. For behind them, along with a smug-looking Tara, landed the dragons. All seven of them had come to play their part in this war.

  Chapter Nineteen – Fin

  The hissing amongst the vampires rose to fill the air: some angry, some afraid.

  “The Lord Angus has betrayed us,” a voice shouted.

  Lord Angus turned to look in awe at the big beasts before him. Then he looked at Sybil. “Have you betrayed me?” he asked, his red eyes dancing in the darkness.

  “No.” She shook her head, staring at these wondrous beasts, which she had only ever seen flying in the distance.

  Tara slid down and approached Angus. If she felt fear, she certainly did not show it. “I believe you need assistance, Lord Angus.”

  His eyes narrowed but it did nothing to dim the flames burning there. “And is that what you offer?”

  “Yes. The dragons have come to honour the truce. I believe somewhere in the small print we are allowed to join in with you in a battle if Hollowton is under siege. It was written so long ago, though, the edges are a little blurred.”

  Lord Angus smiled. “I believe I remember that clause. I would be honoured to have you by my side.”