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Tess joined him in his release. Her body trembled as the climax blossomed inside her, spreading outward from her center to tips of her fingers and toes. The walls of her sex flexed and squeezed around Spike’s shaft, begging for his seed.

He gave it to her, flooding her body with his hot, thick cream.

Peyton was the last to finish, spilling his seed across her tongue. When her mouth was full, he pulled back and shot a few final spurts across her heaving breasts.

Tess experienced a sense of fulfillment the likes of which she had never known before. She was bound to the minotaurs. They owned her in a way no human man could ever hope to own her. She was their mate. She was complete.

They were complete.

But they were not finished. Not hardly. Roscoe was still knotted inside her, and he would be for some time yet, but the other two minotaurs were free to move about. Spike paused for a minute to catch his breath, then he slid out of her and changed positions with Peyton, and the sharing continued.

CHAPTER 40

Tess would have liked to keep mating with her minotaurs for the rest of the day, and straight on through the night as well. She had no doubt her minotaurs could have done it. Even after several hours of breeding, their cocks were still as hard as iron, and they showed no signs of tiring or running out of seed. All three of them had fucked her and filled her many times over beneath the dappled shade of the forest, yet all of them still had seed to spare.

But even the neediest of hucows couldn’t survive on seed alone, or at least that was what Roscoe had told her. And so, sometime late in the afternoon, the great horned alpha had gathered her up and carried her back to the farmhouse, naked and trembling, while his brothers followed close behind.

As they went past the barn, Peyton broke away from the group again, just as he had done on the way out to the forest. Tess wondered what he was doing this time, but she was still too breathless and tired from mating to ask, and she knew she would find out sooner or later.

It turned out to be sooner.

A quarter of an hour later, Tess was washed and dressed in a clean set of clothes, and she was helping Spike and Roscoe prepare a vegetable stew for dinner, when Peyton came bursting through the front door. He was carrying a big rolled-up sheet of paper in his hand.

“I’ve figured it out!” he said.

“Figured what out?” asked Roscoe.

Peyton didn’t answer, he just cleared a space on the dinner table and unrolled the big piece of paper. It was a map taken from his workshop. The map he had drawn himself, showing a bird’s-eye view of the secluded valley and the surrounding wilderness. Once he had it spread flat on the table, he beckoned to Tess.

“Tess, you said you sent Shannon Duffy a set of coordinates somewhere outside the valley. Do you remember the exact location where you told her to meet you?”

Tess felt a twinge of discomfort in her belly. She didn’t like being reminded of the way she had contacted Shannon behind the bisonmen’s backs. But she still remembered the coordinates, and she pointed to them now on the map.

“It was right here,” she said.

Peyton nodded. “I thought so. After Shannon arrived at that location and didn’t find anything, she made a big circle like this…” He traced a wide circle on the map with his finger, and tapped his finger at the point where the circle intersected with the ridge of hills overlooking the valley. “And she came flying over the hills right here, remember?”

Tess looked more closely at the map. It seemed like Peyton was right. The place he was pointing to was exactly where they had seen the first glimpse of Shannon Duffy’s airship gliding over the hilltop that morning.

“And?” said Roscoe. He and Spike were bending over the map too. “What’s your point, Peyton?”

“Well, I was thinking about those two men who tried to kidnap Tess yesterday. They were on horseback, right?”

“Yes,” Roscoe said with a hint of irritation. “They were on horseback. Obviously. I still don’t see your point.”

“Well, just imagine for a moment that you’re on horseback, and you go to the same coordinates Tess gave to Shannon Duffy. You don’t find anything there, so you decide to search the surrounding area. If you were in an airship, you would just make a big circle, like Shannon did. But you’re on horseback, so you’ve got to follow the lay of the land. This ridge here is too steep to ride horses up, so you’d have to take this shallower slope, which would bring you into the valley right about… here.”

Tess felt her heart sink.

“That’s exactly where the men started chasing me,” she said.

“I don’t understand,” said Spike. “Tess sent the coordinates to Shannon Duffy. How could those men from Crooked Valley have gotten the coordinates too?”

Peyton opened his mouth to explain it, but Tess beat him to it.

“When you send a wireless telegraph, the signal gets picked up by every telegraph machine in range. If the message has to go really far, from Colorado to Arizona for example, then several telegraph offices will have to transmit the message from one office to the next until it finally gets to the destination, kind of like a stagecoach.”

“Just like the machine we’ve got out there in the barn,” Peyton said. “Nobody is sending those messages to us. We’re just listening in on other people’s conversations.”