The Minotaur's Mate: Claimed (a Monster Erotic Tale)

Book 1 of The Minotaur's Mate series. Book 2 - The Minotaur's Mate: Captured is available now!

When Kiryn is caught stealing, she's forced to work off her debt by servicing half-man, half-bull monsters: Minotaur. But when she meets the quiet and honorable minotaur Rogan, she's inexplicably drawn to him--and drawn to the idea of being taken by him.

Will her desire for Rogan overcome her fear of becoming a beastman's mate?

Warning: This 18,000 word erotic novella contains graphic depictions of self-pleasure, manual stimulation, a massive size difference and rough sex with a mythical creature. Adults only!

Excerpt:

He approached, which was far from the reaction she expected. Despite herself she watched the pull of his muscles and the power he exuded from such a simple action. She€d be lying if she said the same dream€"the same fantasy€"of that first night hadn€t crossed her mind a time or two since.

But they were past that point. Whether he wanted her or not, he wasn€t going to make the move to actually take her. And she wasn€t interested in being placated. She could still recall the feeling of him, hot and ready, pressed so close and yet a far cry from what she actually wanted.

Out of everything she€d experienced, it was the worst kind of torture.

She could smell him again, that hint of musk coming through, stronger than before. It should be revolting, she thought. Thick and pungent and far more animal than man. But good sense seemed to shut down when the body was aroused, and she felt a flush run through her.

€œIn the past month I have slept but have not rested. I eat but still hunger. Solitude feels wasted. Pointless.€

Well that was an abrupt change of subject. To what, she didn€t know. It sounded like something he€d read somewhere. A book of sonnets, perhaps. The idea of a minotaur reading a book of sonnets made her want to laugh and she knew she should be smirking at the absurdity of his words to begin with. But somehow she just wished to know what was behind those words and her brow rose in question.

€œMy people believe that each bull has one true mate. That he will not have strong sons until he has found her. And that attempting to deny this bond is the most futile sort of resistance. It exists until it is consummated.€

It was a nice story€"a bit sappy for her tastes€"but she didn€t know why he was telling it. He€d taken Vaia€s mother for his mate, hadn€t he? But she€d died during childbirth. So according to minotaur logic, she wasn€t his €œtrue mate.€
Her eyes widened when it finally clicked.

€œYou don€t think€"€ She laughed, a nervous sound. €œOh no. I€“I€m not your mate. You were lonely. I was lonely. End of story.€

She€d just gotten away from being tied to someone for the rest of her life. She damn well wasn€t going to be tied to a minotaur who preferred to talk at her rather than to her, who she didn€t know a thing about other than the fact that he tried to fix a problem and it didn€t work out so well. A minotaur who had the most flexible backbone she€d ever seen.

A minotaur who was still approaching, until his large hands rested on the walls behind her, the heat of his body very clear and very intoxicating.

€œYou want me to prove you wrong,€ he rumbled. One of his hands moved from the wall, dipping under her shirt and smoothing over her stomach, the leathery pads a bit rougher than Mykos€. €œYou want me to take you. You said so yourself.€