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“No ma’am. It’s Roscoe’s.”

“Roscoe,” Tess murmured. The oldest brother. So it was his scent that had been making her so aroused? But… she hadn’t even met him yet. The heat in her face doubled.

“Yes’m. Figured it would be convenient for you to take his bed, seeing as how he’s away for the time being. Begging your pardon about the odor, but we couldn’t exactly wash and dry the bedclothes in the middle of the night.”

Tess still couldn’t believe it. Roscoe. The scent that had been driving her so wild belonged to Roscoe.

Spike reached over and set the bowl of oatmeal and the cup of coffee on the simple wooden nightstand next to the bed. Then he looked down at her with a very serious expression on his face.

“Ma’am, do you need help?” He let his eyes dip briefly to her chest. “I mean, the same sort of help I gave you yesterday?”

Tess hesitated, but she already knew the answer. She did need his help, and she needed it bad. Yes, she had managed to get her milk flowing on her own, but there was no way she could go back to her self-care session now. Not with a big burly bisonman sitting on the side of her bed. She was going to break her vow and let him milk her one last time. Tomorrow, she would do it on her own. Tomorrow.

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Well, that’s going to be a bit of a problem,” Spike said. “I’m afraid I can’t help you this morning.”

“You can’t?” Tess asked, taken aback. “Why not?”

“Last night you made me promise not to. Don’t you remember?”

Suddenly, she did remember. The memory had been half-drowned beneath all the cider she’d drunk, but now it came bobbing back to the surface. After supper, Spike had shown her to her room, and she had drunkenly blurted out everything about the effect his presence had on her body and her decision to keep her distance. She’d made him promise not to sleep with her, and not to milk her. Spike, being the gentlebison he was, had respected her wishes, even though Tess wished he hadn’t.

“That was last night,” she said, and she pulled the covers down, exposing her swollen breasts again. “This morning, I’ve changed my mind.”

Spike just shook his big, horned head. “You told me you’d say that.”

Tess was shocked and a little hurt by the rejection. She watched in disbelief as Spike rose from the bed and made his way to the door. Was he really going to leave her here like this?

“Wait,” Tess almost sobbed. “Spike, please. I need your help.”

He stopped and turned back to look at her, and Tess saw that his smirk had returned. “I’m not the only one who can help you, ma’am… Hey Peyton!”

Tess heard hoofsteps coming down the hall, gradually growing louder until finally Peyton appeared in the doorway, shirtless like his brother, slightly taller and a bit more slender, but still far more muscular than any ordinary man. When he saw Tess lying there in bed with her breasts out, his eyes lit up behind the lenses of his spectacles.

He smiled. “Uh… how can I be of assistance?”

CHAPTER 15

Peyton wasn’t in the habit of staring at women and wondering what they looked like naked. Not that he considered himself a gentleman exactly, but he wasn’t a lecher either. Truth be told, there weren’t any females here in the valley save for the Walkers, and they were like his kin.

Plus they were humans, and he was a minotaur.

But Tess… Tess was a hucow, and quite possibly the most beautiful hucow who’d ever lived. Though he tried not to, Peyton found it damned hard not to stare at her, and when he stared at her, he found it damned hard not to think about what she might look like with all her clothes off. The blue jeans she’d been wearing yesterday had left little to the imagination when it came to her lower body, and after a few hours he’d all but memorized the shape of her plump thighs, wide hips, and nice round rump.

Her shirt, however, had done a better job of concealing her shape. He could tell she was buxom, which was normal for a hucow, but that was all. More than once at supper last night, he’d caught himself wondering what her chest looked like under all that loose fabric.

He didn’t have to wonder anymore.

This morning, the little hucow was naked in his brother’s bed, sitting up with her back propped against a stack of pillows. The covers were over her lower body, hiding her legs and her sex from view, but her breasts were on full display, and they looked even better than they had in his imagination. Big and tanned and perfectly round, with a tracery of blue veins just barely visible beneath the skin. Her nipples were dark and tinged with pink, and so erect it looked as if they were begging to be sucked. Peyton thought he would be very happy to oblige them.

When he’d first stepped into the bedroom, the hucow had been too startled to move, but now she gasped and quickly pulled the sheets up to hide her chest. It was too late, however. He’d already seen everything, and it was not a sight he would soon forget. Those perfect breasts were seared into his mind like a brand.

Once Tess had covered herself, Peyton was finally able to peel his eyes away from her. He turned to his brother, who was standing next to the door.

“What seems to be the problem here, Spike?”

Spike gestured to the hucow in the bed. “It seems that Tess here is making too much milk, even for a hucow. She thinks we might have something to do with that.”