Epilogue
One Year Later
Icrease the white terrycloth, folding it in perfect thirds before placing it on the top of the towel stack. The humid air swirls around me, accompanied by a soundtrack of soft, tranquil music.
It’s finally here. After months of construction, designing every detail, and training my new staff.
Opening week for Hidden Oasis, the sister spa to Urban Oasis, is upon us. My body has been buzzing for days, counting down the seconds until the doors are open to the public.
Luc and I have worked tirelessly over the past twelve months to bring my dream to life, transforming the former tanning salon into a serene escape hidden in the middle of Main Street. Hence the name… Hidden Oasis.
During that time, our transition to a mated couple wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows.
Even after we solidified our bond, evidenced by the snowflake pendant around my neck, I still had loose ends to tie up in the city.
As much as I wanted to drop everything and move in with Luc permanently, my business came first. Something I’m eternally grateful that he understood.
So, after another month of splitting my time between the city and here, training Melody to take over as full-time manager, I was finally able to focus on my next adventure… building a life with Luc and opening my new spa.
Yes, I still check in with my flagship location virtually on a daily to weekly basis. And once a month, my brownstone acts as home when I spend a few days in the city.
It works for now. Luc even comes to the city with me on most of my visits, depending on his schedule at the orchard.
By the end of this year, I hope to make Melody my business partner so she can take care of everything in the city while I focus elsewhere.
I spin to face the row of windows along the front of the spa. Morning sunlight cascades across the sleek tile floors, all the vining blooms and foliage stretching to soak up the rays.
Just as I planned, a fountain takes up one corner of the waiting area. The trickling water will relax clients as soon as they walk through the door.
“Mon soleil, come look at this!” Luc’s voice billows in on the summer breeze through the open front door.
My sandals slap against the floor as I rush outside. The plug in my ass jostles with each step, and I clench my thighs together to keep the pleasure at bay. My nipples pucker, rubbing against the thin fabric of my dress and sending tingles through me.
Did I expect to find a brand-new butt plug and a note that said “be a good girl” waiting for me on the dresser post-shower? No, I did not. But that’s how my morning started.
Luc is full of surprises.
Turns out, toys are one of his love languages, too.
The vinyl awning overhead blocks my sensitive skin from the harsh sun. A few steps ahead, Luc is balanced on top of his step stool, hands above his head, where they fiddle with the neon sign.
In a pale-green script, Hidden Oasis flickers to life as he twists a wire in place and caps it. “What do you think?” Pride radiates from his baby blues when his gaze lands on me.
“Mmm.” I run my hands up the backs of his thighs until they cup his ass.
Firm, round cheeks covered in rough denim fill my palms. “Good with your hands and sexy. You really are the total package.” Because I have no self-control when it comes to touching my mate, one hand slips around to his front.
My fingers brush against what must be a lead pipe trapped behind his zipper.
A low growl shakes his body when my grip tightens around the bulge, giving a teasing squeeze. Luc’s tail flicks through the air. “Ness, knock it off.”
I giggle, releasing his cock and stepping back so he can concentrate. “It’s perfect, Luc.” My heart sings like a flock of happy little songbirds when my eyes meet the eucalyptus-encircled logo of my new baby. “You do good work. Are you almost done? I need your help inside.”
By help, I mean I need him to do something about the pulsing in my clit and the wetness trickling down my inner thighs. Thanks to the plug in my rear.
His tail smacks my hand away when I reach for the front of his jeans again. “It’ll take longer if ya keep buggin’ me, brat.”
Hands raised in surrender, I smirk and back away. “Alright. Alright. I’m going.” But I linger a little longer as he finishes wiring the sign and climbs down the step stool. Once his tools are packed up, he follows me into the spa with the tool belt slung over his shoulder.
“What did you need help with?” He turns to face me as I close and lock the front door. Playing innocent? Like he doesn’t know he’s had me on edge all morning.
Ha! He knows exactly what he’s doing. Seems I’ve truly met my match when it comes to teasing.
I draw the privacy curtains on the front windows and dim the lights.
Breezing past him, I don’t miss when he sucks in a breath, no doubt committing my scent to memory. He’s told me before how much the eucalyptus from my shampoo calms him and reminds him of a summer storm.
My pointer finger curls in the air, beckoning him to follow me down the dimly lit hallway. It leads to four individual rooms meant for our more private menu of services.
I only plan on using one of them today with my big minotaur.
Tools rattle in his bag as he plunks it on the ground, hooves clicking behind me.
“In here, big guy,” I say, opening the door to the first room. Deep eggplant-painted walls are illuminated by wall sconces. Ivy is woven around the ceiling. A massage table takes up the center of the room and a sink with cabinets line the wall opposite the door.
“You need me to hang some shelves or something?” He dips his head to get his horns through the doorway.
My butt hits the plush cushion of the massage table, and I brace my hands behind me. “Actually, I thought we could test the weight limit of the new massage table.”
Hunger flares to life in his eyes as they scan me from head to toe, which causes a spray of tingles to rush down my spine.
Standing, I grip the neck of his t-shirt and tug him to the table. “Have a seat.”
Fuck, she’s stronger than she looks. My little vampire mate. Her manicured hands press against my chest, giving a little shove until my ass connects with the table and the air whooshes from my lungs.
Faster than I can blink, she has my shirt off and her fingers curl around my belt buckle. “Somethin’ got you all hot and bothered, mon soleil?” I feign innocence as she unzips my fly and all but shreds my jeans in her haste to get them down my thighs.
Hands fisted on her hips, she cocks them to one side, glaring up at me. “Don’t pretend to be all angelic, Luc. You’re just as bothered as I am.” Her narrowed gaze falls to the flagpole waving from my groin.
Okay, so maybe the thought of the plug in her ass has had me rock hard all morning. But the edging will be worth it when I finally get inside her.
Toys have become a staple in our sex life. Experimentation has brought us closer than I’d ever thought, and the orgasms are mind-blowing, too. That could be due to our mate bond, though. But who cares?
She speeds forward, hands colliding with my chest. Oomph. I’m knocked onto my back on the plush table.
Clambering on top of me, Vanessa straddles my hips. All the air leaves my lungs when she whips her dress over her head to reveal a roadmap of naked flesh. “Crisse, you were bare under that scrap of fabric all morning?” I sit up and grab her hips. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Not particularly.” Pussy lips spread around my girth, she glides her sopping core along the length of me. “Even though you tease me relentlessly, you’re useful.” Her plump mouth presses to mine in a chaste kiss, and I chase after for another taste when she pulls back. “And I love you.”
Those words never get old, inflating my heart like a hot-air balloon until I’m soaring above the clouds. “Je t’aime, Vanessa.”
“Good. Now, I was a good girl.” She wiggles her hips, forcing a groan from my chest. “So do something about the mess you made.” Garnet eyes flare with passion as they dip down to the sticky nectar coating her inner thighs.
Fuck, she’s so wet. All for me. Only for me.
“Since you were a good girl.” Using my size and brute strength to my advantage, I grip her hips and swing her lithe body around until my vision is filled with one glistening, pulsing hole and one stuffed, stretched hole. Crissement parfait.
My mouth waters as I lie back and pull her to me. Please let me suffocate on her sweet flesh.
Snout nuzzling her opening, I coat my fur in her arousal, inhaling the musky sugar that is my mate. I’d be all too happy to drown in her.
“Oh shit, Luc. Keep going,” she pleads, wrapping a hand around my shaft and giving a slow tug.
The groan that breaks from my chest is muffled by her supple cheeks. My tongue finds a pattern, lapping up her honey before flicking her clit until her thighs quake on either side of my face.
Heart-shaped and lavender, the base of the plug beckons my thumb.
What did the lady at the shop say?
Oh, yeah!
One, two, three taps against the jewel and it rumbles to life. Vanessa shrieks, her fist strangling my cock. Hips retracting, I grunt, “Easy, Ness.” My voice is muffled when she throws her hips back, seeking my tongue.
“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting it to vibrate.” Hot breath fans the head of my cock when she responds.
Our conversation ends, and wet heat engulfs my sensitive foreskin. My hips pump up, forcing her to take the first few inches into her mouth. She works the base and my balls with her hands, creating the perfect storm of sensations to have my core tingling.
The room is quiet, apart from our mumbled moans and slurps. We feast on each other, ignoring the outside world. Her hips press back as mine roll up, both chasing the inevitable high we can only give each other.
It’s debauched sublimity.
A symphony of carnal bliss.
I press my thumb to her clit, funneling my tongue and impaling it deep inside her. The muscles of Vanessa’s throat constrict, and she squeezes my throbbing balls. I come with a roar against her flesh, thigh muscles going rigid, tail slapping against the table.
Vanessa is right there with me, scream muffled by her stuffed mouth, but her cunt clamps around my tongue.
With a thud, my head drops back onto the table. “Holy fuck,” I whisper.
“Yeah,” Vanessa croaks, her voice rough from having my cock rammed down her throat.
In my state of exhaustion, I sit up and manhandle her body so we’re chest to chest, her slim thighs on either side of my much larger and much harrier ones. My eyes sweep up her body, a possessive kind of pride swelling my chest at what I find.
White stripes of my spend decorate her chest and chin. I run a finger through a particularly thick patch where it coats her nipple. “Mmm, I knew from the moment I saw you that you’d look intoxicating covered in my cum.”
Then, I lean forward and drag my tongue through the mess. Vanessa moans, knitting her fingers into my hair. “Oh, fuck. That’s hot.”
Not missing a single drop, I hold the salty load in my mouth until I ascend to hers. She doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t resist, when I slam my mouth to hers. In fact, she forces her tongue past my lips, and her groan reverberates through me as she swallows down my seed.
Finally coming up for air, I cup her face. My thumb strokes the corner of her mouth. Lips red and swollen, hair a little messy, smelling like me… “How did I get so lucky?”
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
I wiggle my legs, jostling her on my lap until her breasts rest against my pecs. “And I think it’s safe to say this table would hold an angry rhinoceros.”
Eyes dancing, Vanessa giggles, then buries her face in my chest. She rubs her nose over my fur and sucks in a deep breath. Just as addicted to me as I am to her.
“Are you happy, mon soleil?” I loop my arms around her waist.
Her head pops up, and her smile is all the answer I need. It could brighten even the darkest of nights. Draping her arms over my shoulders, she says, “So happy, big guy.”
Not bad for a minotaur with a broken heart and a vampire who’s allergic to relationships, indeed.
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