25. Laia

25

LAIA

I step closer, feeling Thalos’s gaze as it pins me in place. The room is dimly lit, the fire casting long, flickering shadows across the stone walls. The air between us crackles with unspoken tension, thick and suffocating.

Thalos stands before me, his chest bare, muscles taut and glistening in the firelight. His expression is unreadable, a mask of stoicism that only adds to the anticipation thrumming between us. For a moment, neither of us speaks. The silence hangs heavy, every second stretching out like an eternity.

My heart thumps like a drum beat in my ears. But I refuse to back down. I take another step closer, my voice soft but steady. “Why did you call me here, Thalos?”

He doesn’t respond immediately, his dark eyes boring into mine as if searching for something hidden deep within. His silence only heightens the tension, making the room feel smaller and more intimate.

Finally, he speaks, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “You’ve been distracting my brothers.”

I blink, taken aback by the accusation. “Distracting? I’m just trying to survive.”

His jaw tightens. “Survival is one thing. You’ve done more than that.”

The fire crackles loudly in the silence that follows his words. I search his face for any sign of what he’s truly thinking, but he remains an enigma.

“What do you want from me?” My voice trembles slightly despite my best efforts to keep it steady.

Thalos takes a step forward, closing the distance between us until I can feel the heat radiating off his body. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing against my cheek with surprising gentleness.

“I need to understand why you’re here,” he says softly, his breath warm against my skin. “And why you’re affecting me like this.”

His admission leaves me breathless, the vulnerability in his words stark against his usual cold demeanor. I lean into his touch, my own hand coming up to rest against his chest.

“Maybe you should stop fighting it,” I whisper.

Thalos’s eyes darken, and for a moment, I think he might pull away. But then his grip tightens ever so slightly, grounding both of us in this charged moment.

“Maybe,” he murmurs.

The room seems to hold its breath as we stand there—two survivors caught in a web of emotions neither of us fully understand but can no longer deny.

Thalos’s eyes darken, his fists clenching at his sides. “I’ve been holding back,” he admits, his voice rough. “But I can’t anymore.”

Before I can respond, he closes the distance between us, his hands gripping my waist as he pulls me into him. Our lips crash together in a kiss that’s fierce, desperate, and filled with all the emotions he’s been fighting to suppress.

I melt against him, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath my fingers. The kiss deepens, our bodies pressed together, and for the first time, Thalos lets himself feel—really feel.

His hands roam my body with a mix of roughness and reverence, like he’s afraid I’ll slip away if he doesn’t hold on tight enough. The heat between us intensifies, our clothes falling away, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Thalos’s touch is possessive yet tender, each caress sending shivers down my spine. He lifts me effortlessly, his strength both a comfort and a reminder of the raw power he possesses.

As we sink to the fur bed, the world outside fades away. It’s just us.

Thalos lifts my leg, putting it over his shoulder. I gasp, the contrast between the chill of the bed and the heat of his body sending a jolt through me. His lips trail down my neck, his breath hot against my skin, igniting a storm of emotions neither of us can control.

Each touch, each kiss, deepens the intensity between us. Thalos's movements are slow and deliberate. It’s as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me and every sound I make. His hands explore my body with a mix of roughness and tenderness, and I feel myself melting into him, surrendering to the raw connection that pulses between us.

Suddenly, his lips stop atop my heart as if he’s listening to how it calls his name.

“Thalos,” I call out, holding onto his strong shoulders as my body trembles in hunger for something only he can give. “I want you…”

Our eyes lock, his gaze burning through my soul as if he can see the deepest desires of my heart. He sucks on my nipple, flicking it with his tongue back and forth. My nails curl, digging into his fur and muscles.

“Oh,” a moan escapes my lips as I savor the rough touch of his tongue. His lips trail down to my navel, and he thrust his tongue inside as if he’s fucking my cunt.

Then he moves up again, trailing kisses. I rub his horn, and he groans in pleasure.

“I love your body, Laia. It makes me want to give it to you hard. I want to fuck you deep; you won’t know what hit you,” he whispers in my ears as his fingers brush in between my legs. “I’ll make you call my name so that you’ll forget anyone that came before me.”

My eyes widen a fraction as his words sink in. Is he jealous of his brothers? He licks his lips and moves in between my legs.

“Beg me, Laia. Tell me how much you want me. Say it,” he twisted my nipples forcefully. The pain and the pleasure mix, and I don’t even know what’s what.

I gasp, panting for air. “Yes, I beg you, Thalos. Fuck me hard. Give it to me deep like you want to.” I hook my legs on his shoulder, forcing him.

Thalos holds his monstrous cock, my heart thumping in my chest. Can I take him all in? He’s going to rip me apart! His cock is curving at the edge and thick. Slowly, he enters my pussy, almost like he’s splitting my cunt open.

“Fuck…” I close my eyes, feeling his cock entering. My pussy contracts so well as I try to squeeze him dry. “Yes, baby. Do it.” I bite my lips. It’s so tight, but that’s merely because of his size. It feels so good; my pussy’s so wet it drips onto the fur. I stare at the place where his body connects with mine.

Thalos grabs my chin and orders, “Look at me, Laia. Stare at the person who is fucking you!”

Our gazes lock, and I can’t turn away. His hips move faster and faster, pistoning inside me like he’s some kind of sex machine. The bed creaks as he bangs me like there’s no tomorrow. I let out a scream of pleasure as I grabbed onto the thick furry bedding.

“Yes, yes, yes!” My back arches as stars explode at the back of my head. I squirt all my juices, and it hits him dead center on the nose as I come. Shivering, my eyes roll back.

“That was out of this world,” I whisper as I pant, looking at him with wide eyes. Thalos licks my cum dripping on his face.

“You don’t think it’s over, right?” Thalos questions, his eyes dark with desire. “We’re just starting, Laia.”

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