“We got that much,” I say taking several steps towards him. “You don’t care that she doesn’t want you, you just want her and that’s the way it’s going to be, right?”

  “Exactly.”

  I come even closer.

  “What are you going to do?” Chris asks. “Hit me with your dick?” He reaches over and grabs Harriet’s arm.

  She yelps in pain, and I know one of his claws probably pierced her skin.

  My patience disappears. My gentlemanly manners disappear. I am rage.

  I jump, kicking out with my right leg, and my hoof nails him in the face. He howls, grabbing at his face with both hands, thus releasing Harriet.

  “Holy shit, Jace,” Harriet says. “Xander said you could kick, but damn.”

  “You broke my fang,” Chris yells. Blood covers his hands, pouring out of his mouth.

  “You need to learn some manners,” I tell him. “When a lady says no, she means it. Now get the fuck away from us before I knock out your other fang.”

  He hisses at me, then turns and runs away.

  I look at Harriet. “Did he just hiss at me?”

  “He legit did. Oh my God, that was hysterical.”

  Then I see the scratch on her arm. I pull her close to me. “Are you hurt?”

  “No, I’m fine. Hope I don’t get cat-scratch fever.” She giggles.

  “Let’s get back inside and get it cleaned up.”

  I lead her inside where I reset the alarm. Once we’re in the kitchen, I lift her and set her on the counter, then use a wet cloth to wash her scratch. She’s right, it’s not a bad cut, barely more than a scrape.

  “You were pretty bad ass out there,” she says.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, like a goddamn ninja.”

  “Ancient goat ninja, I’m a black belt.”

  She laughs and the sound is like the best song I’ve ever heard. I am head over hooves in love with this woman.

  Her phone rings. She glances down at the screen and Vivian is lit up.

  “Probably calling about the noise from the cat. You should answer,” I tell her. Then I leave her in the kitchen.

  I go out into the sitting room that overlooks the back yard. There’s a pool back there, all lit up neon blue.

  A ninja. I smile. She thinks I’m a badass. Of course, she initially must have thought I was helpless since she kidnapped me and brought me here.

  It’s pointless for me to hope she did it for other reasons—that she has feelings for me that go beyond a girlish crush.

  chapter eleven

  Harriet

  After I explain the whole ordeal to Vivian and assure her that we’re perfectly safe, we hang up. I go in search of Jace. My heart feels so full, yet tears are streaming down my face. I’m an emotional crier, what can I say? Any strong emotion activates my tear ducts. Like immense relief that a crazy tiger-man didn’t hurt him. But also, gratitude. So much gratitude for what he did for my brother.

  I find Jace standing at the back of cottage; there’s a wall of windows there that overlooks a small lap pool.

  “I used to love swimming. Before,” he says, his tone wistful.

  Without thinking, I wrap my arms around his body and hug him from behind.

  “Thank you,” I whisper. “For protecting me. But especially for everything you did for my brother.”

  “I hope it was enough,” he says.

  “It was more than enough. They dismissed the case. My brother is free from that worry and he’s composing again.”

  One of his hands covers mine that are criss-crossed over his tight abs.

  “That’s wonderful, Harriet,” he says.

  Pressing my face into his naked back muscles, he smells spicy, and earthy. I inhale deeply, pulling his scent into my body. My nipples instantly harden. I whimper as a pulse hits my clit directly.

  “Harriet?”

  He spins to face me. He’s so tall that his long, fat erection presses against my belly.

  He groans at the contact. The heat from his hard length seeps through my shirt.

  I look up at him.

  “Why are your pupils so dilated?” he asks. He grips my arms and pushes me away from his body, but keeps his grasp on me. “Harriet, are you alright?”

  How do I tell him that being near him, touching him as I just did and inhaling his erotic scent has aroused me. More than aroused me. I just hope I’m not panting.

  Then his nose twitches, his eyes flutter closed and he inhales. A low, deep rumble comes from his throat. When his eyes open, his pupils are blown, the black swallowing up the yellow of his irises.

  “Fuck, Harriet.” He steps away, putting distance between us. “I can’t risk your safety. You haven’t seen me in a fever.”

  I move towards him. “I’m pretty sure that I have. That night when I drove into town. Isn’t that what was happening?”

  He swallows visibly and nods.

  “Let me just try something. If it doesn’t work or I feel like you’re going to hurt me, I’ll lock myself in one of the bedrooms.”

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “I know that human women threw themselves at you when you first changed.”

  “Not just human or just women,” he says.

  “Right. And I need you to know this is NOT why I brought you here. This isn’t some messed up way of seducing you.” I shake my head to try to clear my brain. I step back, increasing the distance between us.

  “I apologize, Jace. For the record, it wasn’t your erection. I mean not that that’s not arousing, but it was just being close to you. Inhaling your scent.” I turn away from him. “I sound like an idiot.”

  “No, you don’t. You smell so good, I am barely holding it together. I can smell how wet your cunt is.” He squeezes his dick at the root.

  Seeing how big his hand is and it still leaves so much of his cock uncovered—he is massive. Monstrously big.

  My pussy pulses with need, clenching around nothing as if to remind me what she wants.

  “I refuse to take advantage of you,” I say. “I care about you so much, Jace. I have for a long time.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I mean I’ve had a crush on your hands and voice for the last couple of years. Since I started taking your classes. But my understanding of your curse is that there must be love.”

  He nods but doesn’t say anything. Which seems like a loud fucking declaration that he doesn’t feel towards me the heart-pounding affection I feel for him.

  “I think I’m going to go lay down for a little bit. Kidnapping is hard work,” I say with a dry chuckle. “Even if it was unnecessary. Please don’t leave the cottage, Jace.”

  chapter twelve

  Jace

  She cares about me, but knows it isn’t love.

  “Fuck,” I mutter. Like a fool, I’d gotten hopeful.

  I certainly know how I feel about Harriet. She is like walking into the sunshine for the first time after a long, frigid winter. She is everything good and lovely in the world.

  A perfect sip of wine. The ending of a book that ties up all the loose ends. The perfect musical composition.

  She is a moonbeam in the darkest of nights.

  I never felt this way about Lynn. Like I need to capture all of her thoughts and ideas and store them in a bottle, so I never lose or forget them.

  She feels like the very air I breathe.

  I try to take some deep breaths to calm my racing heart. Her scent engulfs me. It’s like I can’t get the tangy sweetness of her arousal out of my nose.

  My dick throbs painfully.

  I walk in the direction of the bedrooms and I hear the faint moans. Harriet.

  Is she touching herself? Fuck me.

  I open the bedroom door and there she is, gloriously naked, one hand between her legs, the other on one of her tits.

  Her pussy is wet and glistening, and I can’t take it. I dive head first into her cunt, desperate to taste her. With the first swipe of my tongue, my senses light up. I angle my face and wedge my shoulders between her thighs to get deeper.

  The taste of her pussy is like nectar from heaven. I feel like I can’t get my mouth close enough. I growl into her sensitive flesh.

  “Yes. Jace,” she breathes.

  Her hands grip my horns, holding my face to her body. While my horns are not particularly sensitive, knowing she’s using them to steer me where she wants me is so damn erotic.

  “Jace, Jace, oh damn,” she says. She rocks herself into my face.

  My dick presses painfully onto the mattress of the bed beneath us, but I don’t even care. All that matters in this moment is bringing this beautiful woman pleasure. All the pleasure she can take.

  I shove three fingers inside her pussy and she shrieks in pleasure as her body tightens.

  “I’m coming!” she yells. Then she’s crying out and riding my face until the waves of her climax subside.

  I sit up, wipe my face on my arm and stare at her.

  “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I hope you know that.”

  She gives me a sleepy smile and sits up on the bed. “You caught me touching myself.”

  “I did.”

  “I think it’s your pheromones. They’re driving me crazy. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.” Her blue eyes skate down my torso and land on my dick. They widen and then she circles the tip with a finger. She brings that finger to her lips and sucks it into her mouth. “You’re delicious.”

  I’m just about to tell her, there’s nothing down there for her to taste because I don’t leak anything. It’s not just no orgasm and no cum, it’s no pre-cum. Nothing, just an unrelenting ache. But when I look down at my cock, there’s a bead of pre-cum oozing from the hole.

  “Holy fuck,” I say.

  “What?”

  “It’s never done that before. I mean before, before it had, but not since my transformation.”

  She leans forward and slides her hot, wet mouth onto my cock head. My eyes nearly cross from the blissful sensation.

  “Christ, Harriet.” I touch her hair, those pale, golden waves with the bright pink streaks. It’s impossibly soft. I’m so lost in the sensation of her tongue circling my dick, that I nearly miss her sneaking her hand between her legs again. “What’s the matter, beautiful? You need to come again?”

  She moans and nods, her head bobbing. Then she releases me with a pop, lays back on the bed and spreads herself wide for me. “Jace, please fuck me. I feel like I’ll lose my mind if you don’t.”

  I look at the size of my dick and then the size of her pretty, pink pussy.

  “I don’t care if it hurts. I know you’re big, but I need it, baby. I need your monster satyr dick inside me. Do it.”

  I’m beyond seeing reason. All I can think about is sliding inside her. If I can get the mushroom shaped head inside her, the rest should go easy.

  “Are you wet enough?” I reach forward and swipe my hand through her folds. She’s so wet, she’s dripping onto the bed. “Drenched. Is all of this for me?”

  “Yes. Please, Jace, fuck me. I need your cock.”

  I wet my cock in her juices, sliding it back and forth until it’s coated. Then I press at her entrance.

  “Goddamn, you’re tight.”

  “No, you’re just huge.”

  I freeze. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. I love the pressure.”

  I keep pressing and her pussy lips widen, enabling me to push inside. Her hot, silky insides open for me, swallowing up the head of my dick.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” I groan.

  “More. Give me more. Give it all to me.” Her nails scratch at my ass while she tries to pull me forward, inching me deeper.

  I can feel my dick leaking more and that’s when the fever hits. “Please don’t let me break you,” I plead. Then I thrust forward.

  I start coming the minute I’m all the way in.

  “Harriet, holy fuck.” But I just pull back and fuck back into her. I can’t help it now, can’t stop it. One powerful thrust after another and I just keep coming.

  “I can feel you filling me up, Jace,” she says. Then her pussy contracts, squeezing my dick.

  I keep pumping in and out of her. “Nothing has ever felt so good.” My cum is leaking all over the bed, sluicing out of her while I thrust. “You were made me for me, my beautiful, beautiful Harriet.”

  Pleasure boils at the base of my spine and I snap my hips. Once more, twice and then the orgasm to end all orgasms slams into me.

  “Yes. Fuck, I’m coming again!” Harriet shrieks.

  The fountain of my cum seems to be hitting all her pleasure buttons on the inside. Finally, everything stills and it’s like roaring from my ears subsides.

  I pull out, ready to carry her into the bath to clean off all the sticky mess. But as soon as I stand up I realize one very important fact.

  My dick is no longer hard.

  chapter thirteen

  Harriet

  He draws me a bath, then sits on the edge of the tub and watches me. His golden eyes are hooded while he swipes one of his hands through the bubble-filled water.

  “You’re beautiful, Harriet. So goddamn beautiful,” he says, his voice is raw and scratchy. More than likely from how vocal he was during the sex.

  THE SEX.

  It feels like it should be all capitalized. Perhaps even turned into a national holiday. Because that was on a level I was unaware existed. I lost track of how many orgasms I had.

  I want to talk about the fact that he came too, but I don’t know how to bring it up. I mean either his information about what would break the secondary curse was wrong, or my love was strong enough on its own.

  “What are you thinking about? You should be so relaxed, but your face is all squished up with your thoughts.” He cups my cheek and gives me a sweet smile.

  “That was amazing in there,” I say. Maybe that will spur him into the conversation.

  “You have no idea. I haven’t been this calm in more than two decades.” He frowns, wrinkles crinkle across his brow. “It didn’t work the way I thought it would though.”

  “The sex?” I ask.

  He chuckles. “No, that worked perfectly. It was unbelievable how good it was. And not just because I hadn’t had an orgasm in such a long time. It was amazing because it was with you.”

  “I never knew it could be like that.”

  “Well, humans don’t have giant cocks like I do,” he says with a cheeky grin.

  “I’m sure that helped. But there was more to it for me,” I say, willing him to understand.

  He stares at me, unblinking for a moment, but doesn’t say anything else.

  “I could get out now. I’m chilly,” I say, standing to my feet.

  He grabs a towel and helps me out of the tub, then wraps the thick cotton around me.

  “I suppose I should thank you,” he says. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay with me. I know why the curse broke and well, you just don’t need to feel like you need to do more.”

  “I see.” I just want to sink into myself and cry. I’m happy for him, truly, but I didn’t think he’d dismiss me. “There are other bedrooms. That one is probably too messy.”

  He turns me to face him, his thumb wipes a tear from my cheek.

  “Why are you crying, beautiful? Did I do something wrong?”

  That breaks the tear dam and a whole flood of them spring forth. Just perfect. Best sex of my life, quickly followed by me and my snot face.

  He picks me up, cradling me to his chest, then walks us to another bedroom. Then he’s sitting, leaning against the headboard and I’m snuggled in his lap.

  “Talk to me, Harriet. Tell me what I broke so I can fix it.”

  “You didn’t break anything. I did. I broke your curse. But for a minute there I thought it was because you loved me too. Now I know that it’s because I just love you so much. I guess it was enough. Which is wonderful and amazing for you. I’m just sad for me.”

  “Because you think your love was enough to cure me and that my own affections weren’t required?” he asks.

  “Exactly. It’s okay. I’ll be okay. Just don’t make me go away right now. Can you just hold me for a little while?”

  He sets me back some, further down his legs and yanks the towel off my body so I’m straddling him naked.

  His cock is hard, jutting upward between our bodies.

  “You love me? Truly?” he asks.

  “Yes, Jace. I love you. I’m in love with you. With you the satyr, with you the professor, with you the man. All of you.”

  “You have no idea what it does to me to hear you say that.” He pulls me forward so my pussy bumps up to his hard shaft.

  Hot, pulsing need lights up my clit and I rock against him trying to get some friction.

  “It’s astounding to me that you think your love alone was enough to break my curse,” he says. He picks me up and hovers me over the tip of his cock.

  “What do you mean?” I squirm against him, trying to get him inside me.

  Finally, he notches himself at my entrance, then lets gravity take over. Slowly I’m impaled on his thick shaft.

  “Oh God, Jace, it’s so good,” I whine.

  “I mean that if you think you did all the work breaking the curse, then I didn’t do everything I could to show you how much I love you.” He kisses me, his tongue plunging into my mouth.

  Our kiss mimics his fucking, slow, methodic, deep. His hands cup my tits, then he’s flicking and pinching my nipples.

  I’m in such a sex trance, that it takes me a minute to realize what he said.

  I pull back from his mouth. “What did you say?”

  “I love you.” He picks me up and sets me on the bed, then he stands. “Get up on your hands and knees, beautiful.”

  I do as I’m told, then he slams into me from behind. His hands grip my hips and I feel the brush of his furry legs with every pump. His balls smack against my clit each time he thrusts home.

  “I love you.” Slam. “I love you.” Slam. “I love you, Harriet.”

 

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