Page 40 of Bull Moon Rising
It takes everything I have not to whimper with pleasure when his fingers dig in. “Keep doing that. I’ll wash.”
Hawk grunts, and then continues to massage my shoulders, working out all the stress of the last few days. It feels so damned good that I’m barely aware of my surroundings. I want to just close my eyes and lean into his touch and stay there forever. I half-heartedly swipe at my arms and legs, but when he strokes big hands over my back, I give up and just rest against my knees, enjoying the relief. Hawk digs into my muscles, kneading them with expertise. “This isn’t going to lead to anything, in case you’re worried. You just look like you needed a bit of loosening up.”
“What would it lead to?” I ask with a yawn, my brain in a pleasurable fog.
He pauses. “Sex. Your father really did keep you sheltered, didn’t he?”
“Pfft, no,” I lie. I don’t consider myself sheltered. I had a fiancé once. I let him pet my breasts and caress my thigh. I let him kiss me dozens of times. It’s not as if I’ve never been touched before. But a massage leading to sex? That’s ridiculous. No one’s ever touched me to massage me except maybe a brisk hand massage from a maid when my fingers were cold. “Do a lot of people in the guild massage each other and then have sex?”
“How would I know? You’re the only one I’ve ever massaged.”
Oh. Huh. I wonder if he likes hugs.
His thumbs dig into a knot near my shoulder and my lips part. I arch in pain-pleasure as he works the tense muscle, and this time I can’t help the gaspy noise that escapes me.
“Fuck,” Hawk growls. He flings himself away from the tub, storming across the room. I glance over at him and his tail is flicking back and forth wildly, smacking against the legs of his pants in agitation. I should feel a little guilty, but all I really feel is sad that he stopped. He composes himself while I finish washing with quick, brisk movements, his gaze locked on the wall. When I’m done and I wrap a towel around myself, he turns back toward me. “Remember what I said earlier?”
My brows furrow. “You’ve nagged me all day. You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”
I can see him grit his teeth, setting his shoulders. “Don’t be dense, Aspeth. You know what I mean. When I said we were going to have an anatomy lesson.”
“I do remember that.” My pussy clenches at the reminder, and I desperately hope he doesn’t notice me twitching. “You said you didn’t want me to have any surprises. That we were going to go over everything prior to the, ahem, rutting time.”
“Good. You actually listened.” His dry humor makes me prickle. “Fine, then. If you’ve no objections, I’m going to show you what an engorged Taurian cock looks like so you’re prepared.”
And he unbuckles his belt.
THIRTEEN
HAWK
To her credit,Aspeth doesn’t run away the moment I make my announcement about showing her my cock.
I feel a little strange about it, because it’s not in my nature to whip out my genitals to women I’ve barely met, but we’re not going to have much time to prepare for the Conquest Moon and we both need to be comfortable. I ignore the lecherous feeling in the back of my mind and cast aside my belt, letting my pants fall to my knees. My cock—already hard and aching—falls out and stands proudly at attention, an arrow pointing directly at my new wife.
She blinks at the sight.
Blinks again.
Squints.
“Sorry,” she says after a moment, gesturing nearby at the candles. “The lighting in here is terrible. Can I get a closer look?”
I gesture at my length, indicating it’s hers to examine as she likes.
Aspeth moves closer, still squinting. She leans over and continues to peer, moving so close to my throbbing cock that I could swear I feel her breath. What in the five hells is she doing exactly? She examines me with less than a handspan between her face and my cock, moving back and forth and eyeing me with such focus, as if she’s examining a fascinating artifact she’s never seen before. It makes me twitch, my tail slapping against the back of my leg. It shouldn’t be arousing to watch her stare at me so intently, but I can’t help it. Her lips part, and I imagine pushing the bulbous head of my cock between those parted lips and feeling her tongue brush against my skin.
“There’s no knot yet,” I murmur. “Give me another three weeks.”
Her gaze flicks to me and then back to my cock.
“Well?” I prompt after a long wait, barely holding my breath.
Aspeth squints again, and then glances up at me. “I don’t mean to alarm you,sir, but you’re dripping.”
Is that all she has to say? I huff with amusement, shifting on my hooves, and resist the urge to stroke my length and watch her reaction to that. Glancing down, I notice the head of my cock is indeed slick with pre-cum. “It’s because I’m aroused,wife. Don’t you get wet when you’re aroused?”
She looks up at me, her face flushing red. Aspeth straightens, touching her nose, and then her hand flutters away. It’s a strange motion, as if looking for something and not finding it. “That is a very personal question and I won’t answer it.”