Mauled by the Minotaur (Monster Junk #2)

Chapter One

A week after his first visit to the building that served as headquarters for Sensual Playthings, Jonah was back.

He wasn’t sure if he felt more or less intimidated than last time.

Jonah rang the buzzer and stepped back, stuffing his hands into his pockets. It wasn’t like he was walking into this blind this time around.

Still, all of those toys had been intimidating, in their own way…

Plus, he’d not been able to get Finley out of his head since. He’d never been so well-fucked in his life. How could the others possibly live up to that?

Or would they be even better?

The same young woman from before buzzed him inside, then poked her head out to tell him to go up to Ez’s office. Jonah nodded and went, careful to keep his steps measured and even. He remembered what Finley had told him about them hearing everything.

He needed to get himself together, at least a little.

“Come in.” Ez’s voice was as smooth and deep as Jonah remembered it being, and he smiled as he stepped into the office.

Dark eyes raked over him, the air growing suddenly heavy. Ez smiled, a dimple showing in his right cheek.

“I had worried you might not return,” he said, which made Jonah raise his eyebrows in surprise. Ez shrugged. “What you experienced can be… overwhelming.”

“Yeah, and the best fuck of my life,” Jonah said before he could think twice. He shook his head. “Sorry.”

Ez chuckled. “Please, no apologies. Though you might want to rein in the compliments a little. Finley has a big enough head as it is.”

Jonah snorted with a nod. “You got my…?”

“Your report? Yes. Thank you. I think we can safely say that model is a success, and I’m hoping the videos you and Finley shot will be enticing enough to pique people’s interest.”

The videos… Jonah had convinced Finley to keep his face out of them, and Finley had shot two on Jonah’s phone, and two on his own. He’d asked Jonah if he could show them to the others.

“The videos, uh, did Finley…?”

“Show them to us all?” Ez grinned. “Yes. You did say that he could, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yeah.” Jonah scratched the back of his head self-consciously. “I just didn’t think the others would be all that interested in them.”

Ez tilted his head to one side. For a second, the shadows in the corners of the room seemed to lengthen and Jonah felt a prickle of awareness over his skin. Heat pooled in his belly.

“We were all very interested,” Ez said, in a tone that brooked no argument. “Whoever you choose today will be gloating about it for weeks, I am certain.”

Jonah whimpered at the reminder, his cock twitching in his jeans. Ez smiled, and the sudden spell was broken.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Jonah nodded eagerly.

“Good. This way.”

They followed the same route as the week before, and again Ez opened the door to reveal the four men, all of their laser-focused attention honing in on Jonah.

Was this what a gazelle felt like when it was being chased by lions?

God, Jonah wanted them to eat him up.

Finley was sitting on the sofa again, legs spread wide. He winked at Jonah. “Looking good, sweetheart.”

Rafe made a sound that was close to a growl. “You’ve had your turn, wolf.”

“I’m always up for another round,” Finley shot back. He caught Ez’s look and shrugged. “I can wait until all this is over.”

Jonah blushed. He knew Finley had enjoyed it at the time, but hearing that he wanted to play around again…? It was unexpected and almost surprising.

Torin smiled at Jonah. He perched on the arm of the sofa. Damon was standing off to the right, his arms crossed over his barrel chest. Like last time, his expression was unreadable.

“Time for you to choose, Jonah,” Ez said, and Jonah noticed the box for the first time since he’d walked in. It was already open on the table, though the toy – Finley’s toy – was missing.

He took a step closer, doing his best to look over them with a critical eye. Finley made an amused sound. “I could help you choose if you’d like?” He definitely sounded smug when he added, “I’m sure I have the best idea of your tastes.”

Ez made a sound behind him that Jonah couldn’t interpret, but he just rolled his eyes. “Such an asshole,” he murmured, and Finley’s smile widened, heat sparking in his eyes.

Jonah wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Maybe he was just stalling to put off the inevitable. He wanted this, just like he had last time – he just had to trust that they wanted it, too.

For a second, his hand hovered over the toy covered in ridges, but he swerved at the last moment, picking out the one with a thick, bulbous head. Whoever’s dick it was, it was already making his mouth water.

“Excellent choice,” Ez said, even as Rafe let out a frustrated huff. Torin was smiling, leaning against Finley’s side.

Jonah turned and looked at Damon. “This is yours?”

Damon crossed the room in three quick strides. He was taller than any of the others, and Jonah had to tilt his head back to look at him.

He leaned down and Jonah shivered when Damon’s lips brushed against his ear. “You’ll only find out when you beg me for it.”

His voice was rich, rolling over Jonah in a wave of pure sex. He bit his lip to stifle the moan that suddenly threatened to escape. Damon hadn’t even touched him!

“Everything is set up for you,” Ez said, and Jonah stumbled back a second, trying to get his body under control before he turned to look at him. “Fourth floor, the door at the end of the hall. Don’t forget to close it behind you.”

Damon huffed out an amused sound. Jonah cast his gaze out and Finley winked at him again, his smile devilish. Sure. He probably knew exactly what Jonah was getting himself into.

“Come on,” Damon said. He put his big hand on Jonah’s lower back, heat bleeding through Jonah’s thin shirt. “We’ve got a game to play first.”