The ride to the farm had been long, and the heat wasn’t helping the ache that’d been building in him for days. Muscles tense beneath his dark skin, horns low beneath the brim of a borrowed hat, he stepped down from the truck and stretched, his tail flicking behind him.

He wasn’t used to being owned—not really. But this was different. He wasn’t a beast in chains. He was hired. Useful. Brought in for what he was.Part man. Part bull. All need.And then he saw her.

She stood on the porch, one hand shading her eyes, the other resting on the curve of her hip. Petite, soft where it mattered, the kind of woman made for temptation. He swallowed hard. His cock already rock hard, bobbling between his legs.

He shifted, trying to hide it, but it was no use. Bulls didn’t get embarrassed. They claimed.She looked at him then, eyes lingering—curious, unsure.

He stared back, heat rising in his chest. She was his fellow cow. But she’d feel it soon enough. Out here in the open air, with no one to hear her cry out but the wind.