This book is part of the Dad Bod: Monster multi-author collab. Check out this spicy snippet. Keep scrolling for a special offer on the audiobook, and keep your eyes peeled for Theo’s brother’s book: Dad Bod: Minotaur Labyrinth.
Here’s the blurb:
Zoey and Theo’s otherworldly chemistry cannot be denied, but evil forces threaten to shatter their fragile bond.
Zoey
When Theo—part minotaur, part enigma—walks into my salon seeking a makeover, my quiet life explodes into a whirlwind of desire and danger. Beneath his awkward exterior lies a potent masculinity that defies the rules. As passion blooms, those who don’t condone a love like ours take their hatred a step too far and threaten our very lives.
Theo
On Earth, where I’m an Other, Zoey awakens my forbidden desires. Her playful spirit unveils a world of acceptance and love I never dared dream of, but dangerous haters threaten to rip us apart. Fueled by the passionate wildfire Zoey has ignited in me, I’ll face any adversary, defy any rule, to protect the free-spirited woman who has captured my soul.
And a Spicy Snippet:
“You’re beautiful all the time, Zoey, but here, in the moonlight, you’re gorgeous. I wish I had more artistic talent. I’d paint your portrait.”
Finally, one of Theo’s hands settles on my hip. He grips my hipbone tight enough for me to feel a tiny bite as his fingers dent into my flesh. It’s as though he’s claiming these few inches as his, as though he’s planting a flag.
Staying on the outside of my t-shirt, his hand travels upward, dipping at the curve of my waist, then intrepidly moving north until his fingers graze the bottom swell of my breast. A shiver runs down my spine as his touch ignites a trail of fire in its wake. The anticipation builds within me, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I yearn for more.
His touch is gentle yet possessive, his fingertips sending electric currents through my body. His hand cups one breast, still not touching my nipple. I arch, craving the contact. He kneads it gently, his palm molding against the swell of my flesh as if he’s sculpting a masterpiece.
I feel his warm breath against my ear, teasing and taunting. His voice is a low murmur that sends vibrations through me. “It feels as though I waited forever to touch you,” he whispers, his tone hoarse, filled with desire.
Theo’s voice resonates in my ear, his words caressing my senses like a gentle breeze on a summer’s night. Each syllable carries the weight of his longing, mirroring the ache that’s been brewing within me since our first kiss. No. Probably before that.
As his hand continues to explore the contours of my breast, I can’t help but press further into his touch, yearning for more. The soft pads of his fingers trace delicate patterns across my skin, igniting a symphony of sensations that reverberates through my entire being. It’s as if he possesses an innate knowledge of my body, effortlessly coaxing pleasure from every nerve ending.
A moan escapes my lips, unbidden and unrestrained, as he finally allows his palm to cover my breast. Even though it’s the slightest, softest touch, a quivery moan is pulled from my throat.
He strokes the back of his knuckles along my nipple, as though he’s holding back from what we both want—his fingers gripping the pebbled bud. The sensation is intoxicating, a delicate dance between anticipation and pleasure that leaves me trembling in his embrace. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, his desire matching my own as we meld together in this intimate moment.
His touch becomes bolder, more demanding, as he explores my breast with fervor. His fingers tease and taunt, tracing intricate patterns around my hardened nipple, sending sparks of electric ecstasy through every fiber of my being. The sensation builds within me, a crescendo of need that threatens to consume us both.
With each gentle press and stroke, he elicits soft gasps and moans from deep within my throat. I arch into his touch, craving more of his warm caresses. His hand molds against the swell of my breast, his palm a perfect fit as he continues to create pleasure with each deliberate movement.
Theo’s voice resonates in the space around us, a whispered symphony of desire that sends shivers cascading down my spine.
“You want more?”
“Yes. More. I’m greedy for you.”
I can feel his breath on my shoulder, warm and inviting, as he leans in closer, pressing his body against mine. The sensation of his hard muscles against my back sends a surge of excitement straight to my core.
Finally, his body is molded to mine, his hips no longer what felt like a football field away. His cock, thick and hard as a steel rod, flexes against my bottom, pulling a desperate mewl from me.
With each stroke of his fingertips, I’m transported to a realm where pleasure reigns supreme, where there are no inhibitions or boundaries. Now, both his hands are on me, plucking in unison, pulling until it’s just this side of pain as I melt into his touch.
Finally, finally, he turns me onto my back and presses himself against me, his knees bracketing my hips as his body aligns perfectly with mine. Our lips meet in a feverish kiss, igniting a wildfire that consumes us both. His tongue dances with mine, exploring and tasting every inch of my mouth as his hands continue their exploration, roaming my body with an unbridled hunger that matches my own.
I moan into his mouth, the sound muffled by our passionate embrace. My hands find their way to his broad, furred shoulders, fingers combing through his ruff, then digging into the firm muscles as I clutch him, needing him to be as close as humanly possible.
His lips travel down my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and nips in their wake. His warm breath fans across my skin, teasing and tantalizing, before he latches onto one of my breasts. His tongue swirls around my hardened nipple, sending waves of bliss crashing through me.
Arching into his mouth, I can’t contain the pleasure coursing through every inch of my being. His lips are soft and warm against my sensitive flesh, his tongue expertly flicking and teasing, causing me to writhe beneath him.
A symphony of sensations engulfs us as he continues his exploration, his fingers finding their way to my other nipple. With delicate strokes and gentle caresses, he alternates between the two, each touch sending shockwaves straight to my core.
The scent of sweat and arousal fills the air. It’s a deliciously intoxicating blend that heightens our senses and propels us further into this world of ecstasy.
As his hands continue to lavish attention on my breasts, his lips trail lower, leaving a trail of hot kisses along my abdomen. My breath hitches in anticipation as his tongue dips into my navel.
“I want…” Shy Theo is back, unable to ask for what we’re both dying for.
This is far more than we jokingly contracted for. It’s not delineated in the two-hundred-and-eighty-six articles of the imaginary piece of legislation.
It takes me less than a second to make up my mind, though.
“I want, too.” I breathe, letting him decide exactly how far he wants to go.
The noise he makes can’t be described. There’s no name for the combination of thrill and relief and desire all packed into his gravelly groan.
After leaning up to give me a long kiss that is so filled with longing and passion and excitement it is a testament to his affection, he kisses a hot trail down the center of my body. His fur slides like velvet as he licks and nips and hums lower, then settles into the valley between my thighs.
A thrill arrows through me when he inhales deep and long, as though my scent somehow gives him sustenance. It makes it impossible to forget his animal origins, as if that were even possible. How can I forget when his horns are arching over my torso, his shaggy hair is caressing my skin, and his lips and tongue are far from human?
“Mmm.” The sound he makes when he approaches the juncture of my thighs is more sensual than when a person takes a bite of their favorite food.
His hands gently open my legs as he inspects me. For the swiftest moment, I’m shocked and embarrassed, then I embrace his interest. When he murmurs, “So fucking beautiful,” and his hot breath ghosts along my intimate folds, I lose all inhibitions.
His tongue laps just below my entrance, snagging my cream on the tip of his tongue. Another “Mmm,” escapes him. Though I can’t see him, I imagine his eyes closing in pleasure as they did in Helen when he tasted that bite of apple right after I’d taken a bite.
“I could live on this.” He said that quickly, as though he’s in a hurry to taste more of me.
His touch is like that of an artist, every stroke deliberate and calculated to elicit the most exquisite pleasure. The wet warmth of his tongue against my slick folds sends shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through me. I whimper his name, my voice filled with need and desire.
My fingers clutch the thick pelt at his shoulders as I nestle closer, opening myself wider for him.
Theo’s lips close around my clit, sucking gently as his tongue flicks and dances across the sensitive bud. Waves of pleasure crash over me, pulling me more fully into a vortex of bliss. I grip him tighter, my body arching toward him, urging him to take me higher.
He delves deeper, his tongue slipping inside me, exploring every inch. I moan, unable to hold back the symphony of sounds escaping my lips. Pleasure radiates from my core, spreading like wildfire through my veins. It’s as though every nerve ending is alive and craving his touch.
Theo’s hands roam my trembling thighs, clutch my waist, and then go on the move again as they trace the curves of my body with reverence. His fingers dance along my sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The warmth of his touch ignites a inferno within me, consuming any shred of control I had left.
As his mouth continues its erotic assault on my pulsating core, I gasp for air, my breath hitching with every flick of his talented tongue. The sweet tension builds and coils tight within me, threatening to explode into a burst of pleasure.
His lips detach from my clit momentarily, leaving me throbbing and aching for more. He gazes up at me through darkened eyes, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “You taste like heaven,” he whispers huskily, his voice thick with desire.
Unable to find the words to respond, I merely nod eagerly and press him closer, urging him to continue his heavenly ministrations. With a glint of mischief in his eyes, Theo returns to his task, his tongue far from shy as it slides deep into my throbbing core. Waves of pleasure crash over me as he expertly licks, then pulls out to suck my clit. Each movement takes me closer to the edge of bliss. The room fades away, leaving only our intertwined bodies and the sounds of our pleasure echoing in my ears.
My fingers weave into his hair, tugging gently as I press him even closer. Than long, facile tongue finds places inside me I never knew existed. His groans vibrate against me, fueling the fire burning within us both. It’s a dance of give and take, a harmony of pleasure and need that leaves us breathless and yearning for more.
I feel the tension building within me, a coil threatening to unravel at any moment. Every stroke of his tongue brings me closer to the precipice. I’m teetering on the edge, my skin sheened with sweat, my body trembling with anticipation.
And then it happens.
An explosion of sensations engulfs me as my climax washes over me like a tidal wave. I cry out in pleasure, my body writhing beneath Theo’s skilled touch. A kaleidoscope bursts behind my lids as I’m swept to another plane of existence for a moment. But somehow I manage to hang onto him as I lose touch with reality for long moments as my muscles pulse and dance with pleasure.
He continues to lap at my core, prolonging my release and coaxing every last ounce of ecstasy from me. I’m left breathless and sated, both numb and overstimulated at the same time.
As the aftershocks of my climax subside, Theo raises his head, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. A satisfied smile graces his lips as he crawls up my body, his furred chest brushing against mine, sending shivers down my spine.
We lie there tangled in each other’s arms, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding in synchrony. The air is thick with the remnants of our passion, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that wraps around us like a warm embrace.
I trace lazy circles on Theo’s chest with my fingertips, marveling at the strength and tenderness radiating from him. His breathing gradually slows as he basks in the aftermath of our intense connection, his fingers idly caressing my cheek with a feather-light touch. The weight of his gaze bears down on me, filled with a mix of adoration and raw desire.
“You are exquisite,” he whispers, his voice carrying a husky timbre that sends a shiver down my spine. “Every inch of you is a… masterpiece.”
My heart flutters at his words, the intensity of our encounter still coursing through my veins. I feel seen, desired, and cherished in a way I never thought possible. It’s as if we’ve traveled to the edges of the universe and back, exploring uncharted territories of pleasure.
Theo leans in, brushing his lips against mine with a tenderness that melts any lingering tension. Our kiss is a slow dance of connected souls as our lips mold together in perfect harmony.
“Yep. You’re a natural, Theo. You deserve a reward. Your turn,” I say lazily as I marshal my energy to reciprocate.
He skims my hair off my forehead and gives me the sweetest, most affectionate kiss on the tip of my nose.
“You sleep, little one. Take care of me another day.”
“Said no man ever,” I quip, but don’t argue. He’s right. I’m so tired I could pass out right now. “How sweet you are, Theo.” I fall asleep with a silent vow to wake him with my mouth first thing in the morning.