17. Kael

17

KAEL

L aia’s lips taste of water and the wild, a blend of fear and fierce resolve. Our kiss deepens, slow and deliberate, as if we both know this moment might be fleeting. My hands glide over her skin, the cool water of the falls contrasting with the heat building between us. Her skin is slick, her breath coming in soft gasps against my mouth.

I pull her closer, my fingers tangling in her wet hair. Her body presses against mine beneath the waterfall, the cascade enveloping us in a private world of sound and sensation. Laia’s fingers clutch at my back, nails digging into my fur as if she’s afraid I might vanish.

Her breath hitches when my lips leave hers to trail down her neck. The pulse beneath her skin races under my touch, and I can’t help but marvel at her strength and vulnerability intertwined. Each kiss I place along her throat feels like a promise—a vow to protect, to cherish, to never let harm come to her again.

“Laia,” I murmur against her skin, my voice barely audible over the roar of the falls. She tilts her head back, giving me better access, and I take it as a sign to continue. My hands slide down to her waist, feeling every curve, every scar that tells a different story.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps now, each exhale a testament to the heat between us. I pause for a moment, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. They’re filled with something raw and unguarded—trust.

It’s something I’m not sure I deserve, but in this moment, I’ll do everything to be worthy of it.

Our lips meet again, and this time there’s an urgency that wasn’t there before. A need to hold on to this fleeting connection for as long as possible consumes me. The world outside may be harsh and unforgiving, but here under the waterfall, we find a brief peace—a moment where nothing else matters but us.

I press closer, my heart pounding in sync with hers. Every touch and every kiss is a silent conversation between us.

In this secluded paradise, amidst the crashing water and our mingled breaths, we lose ourselves in each other.

“Laia,” I whisper, barely carrying over the roar of the waterfall. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and trusting. It’s a look that makes my heart pound harder than any battle ever could.

Her hands move up my back, tracing the lines of my muscles as she pulls me closer. The touch sends shivers down my spine. This isn’t just lust driving me—it’s something deeper, something that scares me more than facing a hundred enemies.

Then, her tongue follows, lapping on my skin and fur. I gasp, my eyes widening in ecstasy as her tongue plays with my nipple.

I hold her back, groaning and fighting for self-control. “Do you really want this?"

Laia caresses my face with so much vulnerability and raw emotions in her eyes. She doesn’t have to say anything at all. I pick her up, carrying her as she clings to me. We sink down onto the soft grass by the water’s edge, our movements slow and deliberate.

My lips travel down her neck, kissing every inch of skin with an almost worshipful care. Her breath comes in soft gasps, her body arching into mine as I explore every scar and curve.

“Kael,” she whispers my name; our eyes lock into each other. She licks my lips, biting the lower lip and playing with it. I close my eyes, feeling it as her hands roam all over my body.

I raise her left leg, slinging it over my shoulder. I bring her toes to my mouth, sucking the droplets of water while never breaking eye contact with her.

Her softness is such a contrast to my hardness that it makes me feel like I’m committing sacrilege. Me, a monster, with a human female as beautiful and perfect as her.

I kiss her leg, moving upwards. Laia gasps, her eyes widening as I press my nose against her pussy. Mouth ajar, she tries to stop me, but I smile at her and brush my tongue against her clit.

“Kael!” she calls out, gasping for air. Her legs squeeze my head in between her legs, but I don’t stop. I brush my tongue up and down, then plunge it in between her folds to taste her.

Water as sweet as honey gushes out of her in abundance. I twist my rough tongue inside her, and she trembles. She calls my name repeatedly as if praying for something more.

“Kael… Kael… Kael…” Laia moans, pulling my fur. I press my thumb on her nub, enjoying the feeling of having her in my mouth.

“Oh, I’m coming!” she screams, her legs tightening around my head. She squirts on my face, wetting my nose. I lick my lips and every drop of cum that came out of her.

“I love your taste, Laia,” I whisper, eye level with her. She has this glazed look in her eyes as if her soul left her body. I move off her, but she grabs my shoulders.

“Where are you going?” she gasps, her leg snaking around my waist. “Fuck me, Kael. Take me now. I want you hard and deep inside me, like you’ve never been with anyone else.”

The possessiveness in her eyes sends me to the edge, falling and falling. There’s no way out of this. I rip the clothe covering my groin and rub my giant cock on her stomach.

“This is me,” I rasped. My cock is red and hard, leaner but longer and straight as a pine. “Can you take me, Laia? Will you make me feel good? Will you let me do all the dirty things I want to?”

“Show me, give it to me…” Laia grabs my cock and guides me into her entrance. I take a deep breath and rub my cock up and down with a strained face, fighting for self-control.

“Fuck, I’m not that delicate, Kael!” She grabs my arm, pulling me down, and the head of my cock pops inside her. We both moan. I’m amaze about how she can take me. It’s as if she’s made for me.

I can’t stop myself anymore, so I thrust ALL THE WAY. Down to the base of my cock. Her legs wrap around me with so much force, it will probably break me if I wasn’t a minotaur.

Every thought flies out of my head after that plunge. My hips move on their own as her body meets mine. As if on a turbulent sea, we let the waves of our desire carry us to the top.

“I’m coming, Laia, I’m coming!” I bury my face in her neck.

“Come with me, Kael. Yes, give it to me!” Her nails rake on my back, drawing blood despite my hard muscles and coarse fur.

I bury myself to the hilt one last time, coming in waves. I want to pull out, but Laia’s leg forces me to stay still as she orgasms.

She grins at me, whispering, “I want you buried so deep inside me, Kael, that I will never forget the feeling.”

That sent me on edge again, driving me to a mini-orgasm and my body quake so good, I collapse on top of her. Suddenly, it dawns on me that it doesn’t seem to be just desire; it’s also about trust and connection.

I roll beside her, gasping for air. She rolls toward me, slinging her leg on mine and putting her head on my chest. I smile.

Just wow.

But then a lingering question appears in my head: What happens after this? Will Laia take me as hers?

My brothers’ faces flash before me. Thalos, always so calculating, so cold. Irix is wild and impulsive. And then there’s me—caught somewhere between wanting to protect her and needing to keep our world from crumbling.

Will she be able to accept the three of us?