“You beast,” she exclaimed, “you have me all night. Again. Again.”
As he drove himself into her as night turned to dawn, the moon disappearing behind clouds, he lost count of how many times he’d achieved a climax. But all the while, he thought of his beastly, hairy body, and what his mind conjured was not the innocent boy Viktor but a creature who lived within his dreams, in the stories he’d heard his entire life. Thinking of his father, who wanted to build a compound on Crete, a house with so many rooms it could have been a maze. Which had him then thinking about the mythological creature. The Minotaur.
Before sleep found them, he entered her one last time, and as she grabbed at the dark fur which had sprouted on his shoulders and back, he reached deep into himself and felt an immediate
