Escaping the Friendzone (Monsters of Moonvale, #3)

by Emily Antoinette

For all my stressed out babes who want a hot minotaur daddy to take care of them. You deserve to be spoiled, cherished, and thoroughly satisfied.

I pull on a pair of black leggings and frown down at the hole that’s opened up in the inner thigh. This happens with all of my leggings—my thighs are too powerful to be contained.

I swish some mouthwash and shove my frizzy faded pink hair up into a bun, mentally putting re-dyeing it on my endless list of tasks.

But I’m starting to fall apart at the seams, just like my leggings.

“Susan, the hot bitch from sales?!” Kelly’s been obsessed with her harpy crush for over a year.

who tf names a harpy SUSAN

Doug never explicitly told me that, but it’s an implied part of being someone’s best friend—don’t fuck their little sister. Their sister with a lush body that I dream about seeing naked, and a mouth full of sarcasm begging to be shut up by my cock. Like I said, I’m a pervert.

She saves her snark just for me, and fuck me, if that doesn’t make my dick even harder for her. I like a challenge, and Ariana’s the most tempting one I’ve ever met.

She’s never shown even a hint of interest in me, and I’m not interested in making her uncomfortable. Unless it’s a consensual kind of discomfort. Great, now I’m thinking about spanking her luscious ass. Dude, get a hold of yourself!

There must be some kind of horny Valentine’s Day energy in the air, because I almost always manage to keep my distance, but it’s almost impossible tonight.

She’s not leaving. Shit. Hell yeah. But shit.

His eyes drop again to Ariana’s chest and his lips twist into a small grin. It better be because he’s a fan of the adorable cat design on her shirt, not because he’s staring at her tits.

Godsdammit, now I’m staring at her breasts. Look away from the kitty titties!

“I’m not bossy! I just can’t focus with you…breathing on me like that!” “Fine, I’ll stop breathing on you,” he says, rolling his eyes like I’m being absurd. Even though he’s the one that’s been plastered to my side for the last ten minutes, not giving me room to think because he’s fogging my mind with his stupid, perfect beefy body that I want to climb like a tree.

Fuck, I need to get out of here so I can go home and furiously masturbate to the thought of his casual touches like the sex-starved hermit I am.

He grabs my arms to steady me against him. “Careful, baby girl,” he rumbles, trailing off in a low chuckle. Baby girl? Is he trying to torture me?

“Shit, I don’t know if I’ll fit,” Wesley says with a groan. My perverted mind immediately imagines him saying that as he tries to fit his undoubtedly enormous cock inside me.

“Ugh, you’ll fit! I’m trying to save you from getting a face full of my ass while I’m crawling in front of you.” Wesley snorts. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Isn’t it? I’ve been told by plenty of guys that I’d be much more attractive if I’d “take better care of my body,” aka lose weight. I told them to go fuck themselves, but you can’t fully undo the mental damage that kind of shit leaves on you. The idea of a gym fanatic like Wesley watching my wobbly ass as I crawl makes me want to die.

“God, stop looking at me like that. I’m sorry if my boobs offend you, but it’s fucking hot in here and someone keeps standing right next to me and breathing their cow breath on me and I can’t think!”

“Don’t get butthurt. I didn’t say that I don’t want you close to me. It just makes it hard to think!” “Because of my ‘cow breath’?” Wesley asks, making my frustrated rant sound a lot more insulting than I meant it.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” I scowl at him, and the bastard is cruel enough to laugh in reply. “I said ‘no’ because I need you to know how wrong you are. Because every time you glare at me, it makes me want to bend you over and spank your bratty ass. Because every time I’ve called you ‘baby girl’ you flushed so prettily, and it’s made my dick hard as steel.”

“Y-you can’t be serious.” “You really want me to stop, finish this escape room, and pretend this never happened, I’ll do that. But say the word and I’ll show you just how serious I am.”

When I got into this maze, my resolve snapped. Why did it have to be a godsdamn labyrinth? There’s something primal inside me that tells me Ariana’s my sacrifice, demanding that I claim her.

I want to lean in and kiss her, but don’t know how she’d react to my bull snout mashing against her face. As much as I prefer being without my glamor, I wish it were back up so I could kiss her pouty frown away.

“Someone needs to teach you some manners. Say ‘please’.” Red splotches cover her pale cheeks, and I can’t help how much it turns me on. I want to see that same red on her thick ass as I spank her. “I’m not going to say that!”

“You’re right. Say ‘please, daddy’.”

“The better question is, why wouldn’t I want you? Can you really not see how great you are? I’m not talking about your looks—though gods, the thought of you letting me see you naked is making it hard for me to control myself. I’m talking about you, Ari. You’re tough, talented, hardworking, funny, and caring. Even when you pretend that I drive you crazy, I always know you have my back. Not just because I’m Doug’s best friend, but because you’ve got an amazing heart.” I clear my throat after my confession, feeling shy as her mouth falls open in surprise. I give her a wink, adding, “and an amazing rack.”

“The only tears I wanted to see from you were when you’re choking on my cock, baby girl.”

“That’s my girl. Take out daddy’s cock and show him how eager you are to try.”

“So rude. Rude girls don’t get daddy’s cock. They get punished.” “How would you punish me?” she asks, eyes wide with aroused interest. “I’d bend you over and spank that pretty ass of yours until you learned to be a good girl. Then, if you’re lucky and if you’ve shown me you can behave, I’ll give you my cock.”

“Go ahead, baby girl. Make me nice and slick for when I fuck your pretty little human pussy.”

“Mmm, that’s perfect. You’re perfect. So pretty on your knees for me, working daddy’s cock like you were born to do it. Do you like making daddy feel good?”

“Fuck yes. Look at you, baby girl. You’re gonna make daddy nut all over your pretty face.”

“Hmm, sounds like you need someone to help take care of you. If I were your daddy, I wouldn’t let you leave the house in ripped leggings and no panties. Only dirty sluts who want to get fucked go out like that, baby girl.” If I were your daddy. God, why does that sound so good?

I don’t need a man to take care of me. I can do it on my own…but fuck, it would be so nice to let him help me. To know that someone else has things under control. To know that I don’t have to do everything on my own and I can just relax for a bit.

“What are you doing?!” I ask, wide-eyed. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to fuck you.” “But I’m too heavy!” The protest falls from my lips before I can think better of it. Decades of conditioning have made me worry about the size of my body, self-love and body positivity be damned. His stern dom demeanor breaks for a moment. “You’ve got to be shitting me, Ari. I’m twice your size. I can deadlift over a thousand pounds. So shut up and let me fuck you.” “O-okay, fine. Sorry for doubting your gym bro credentials!” I snap back at him.

Screw that. I want to do this. I’ve wanted him for years. “I can take it. I want to be good for you, daddy. I want you to stretch me open and fill me up until I feel hollow without your cock inside me.”

“You’re taking daddy’s cock so well. Such a good girl. You were made to take me, baby girl. Gonna fuck this pussy every day for the rest of my godsdamn life.”

Did he just make me squirt?! “That’s it, soak my cock,”

As absurd as it sounds, with him looking at me like that, I do feel perfect.

“Oh fuck, do you think he watched us?!” A rumbling growl builds in my chest at the thought. “If he did, I’ll rip his balls off and feed them to him,” I say loudly to the room in case there’s hidden monitoring. Fuck, I should have thought of that. I don’t give a shit about some loser seeing my cock, but Ariana’s sweet body is only for those who she deems worthy of looking at it.

I tug Ariana to my chest and kiss her hard, now that I have more lips to work with. She gasps, then returns the kiss with equal fervor.

I’m sure once I get some sleep and distance from what happened, I’ll feel normal again. I register the stickiness on my skin and grimace. Okay, once I’ve washed the remnants of Wesley’s jizz off of my tits, then I’ll feel normal. Who knew minotaurs come like a firehose?

Yes, I know his dick was inside me. That shouldn’t leave room for doubt about him desiring me at least a little, but the cognitive dissonance and past trauma remains, seeping into my reply before I can stop it.

My phone rings. It’s Wesley. Who the hell calls someone in the middle of texting, with no warning?

“What do you want?” I snap. “You done?” His voice is threaded with amusement, making me want to reach through the phone and strangle him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Done with what?” He exhales dramatically. “Being a dumbass.” “Excuse me?” My face heats with anger. I know he likes to tease me, but calling to insult me is extreme, even for him. I can’t believe I let him inside me. God, maybe I am a dumbass.

“You asked for time to think about dinner. So I was giving you time. And then you were texting nonsense about how it was a pity dinner and that we didn’t need to talk. I wanted to let you get that out of your system before I replied. Because you’re wrong. I’m the one that’ll be waiting around for you to deign to go out with me. I’ll give you all the time you need, Ari. But I won’t let you convince yourself that I don’t want you. So, I’ll ask again: Are you done?”

He wants me. Even my pessimistic ass can’t argue when told so blatantly.

“It’s going to take me a while to… accept what you’re saying. That you… ugh, I never thought you’d be into me and it’s fucking with my head!” “Well, I am, and I’m happy to keep telling you. And showing you. I’m so godsdamn into you that I got hard just from hearing your indignant voice when you answered the phone.” I snort. “Pervert. Leave it to you to be turned on by making me mad.” “And leave it to you to love me pissing you off,”

“You okay?” Wesley’s voice goes soft in concern. “Yeah, just a bit wrecked from your monster cock.” “Mmm, poor baby. Need me to come kiss it better?”

I pop out of bed, thrumming with energy like I’ve already had two cups of coffee. Guess that’s the power of experiencing the pussy of the woman I’ve been low-key obsessed with for a year. Still can’t believe that happened. It’s no surprise I’m elated this morning. There’s an enormous grin plastered on my snout