38. Laia
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LAIA
T he bonfire casts a warm glow, its flames flickering in the night as the celebration winds down. But the tension between us only grows hotter and more tangible. My skin is flushed, my body humming with the fire of the dance, with the ale, and with the heat of their gazes. I can feel their eyes on me—hungry, possessive.
Irix’s hand slips around my waist, pulling me against his broad chest. The touch is firm, grounding me in this moment. My breath hitches as his lips find mine, rough and demanding. The kiss is a collision of need and desire, a force that sweeps me up and carries me away.
I melt into him, my body responding instinctively to his touch. His fingers press into my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I lose myself in the kiss, in the sensation of his strength wrapped around me.
Thalos’s presence looms behind me, a dark shadow that only intensifies the heat coursing through my veins. His breath brushes against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. The world narrows to just this moment—this connection with them.
Kael watches from a step away, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight of us. There’s a tenderness there, a quiet strength that promises safety and passion all at once.
The bonfire crackles beside us, casting long shadows that dance along with us. The night air is thick with our desires, a promise of what’s to come.
Irix deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless. I cling to him, my fingers tangling in his fur as I give myself over to the moment. I hold onto his horn, making him groan in pleasure.
Thalos’s hand slides up my arm, his touch sending sparks of electricity through me. He doesn’t speak—he doesn’t need to. His presence alone says everything.
Kael steps closer, completing the circle around me. His hand finds mine, squeezing gently—a silent promise that we’re in this together.
The flames of the bonfire flicker and dance beside us, mirroring the heat building between us four. This moment is ours—wild, untamed, and undeniably real.
Thalos, gentle but firm, tilts my head back. His mouth trails kisses along my neck, each touch sending shivers down my spine. My breath hitches, my body arching into him. The sensation is electric, his kisses igniting a fire that spreads through every inch of me.
“Thalos!” I gasp when he sucks the area where my shoulder and neck meet.
Irix's grip on my waist tightens, grabbing my attention again. He captures my chin and forced me to stare at him. Thalos's kisses grow more insistent, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that makes me gasp.
Kale removes his armor, the metal clinking softly as it falls to the ground. When he steps forward, his touch is reverent, almost tender. He pulls my face from Irix, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he leans in.
His lips brush against mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. It's a stark contrast to Irix's roughness and Thalos's intensity. Kael's kiss is like a promise—gentle and full of unspoken words. I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I return the kiss.
We move together, a tangled mess of limbs and desire. The heat of the bonfire is nothing compared to the fire burning between us. My senses are overloaded as their hands and mouths explore me, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
Thalos's hands roam down my back, pulling me closer to him as his lips continue their assault on my neck. Irix's grip on my waist shifts, his fingers digging into my hips as he presses himself against me. Kael's kiss deepens, his tongue teasing mine with a tenderness that makes my heart ache.
The world narrows to just this moment—this connection with them. Each touch, each kiss is a reminder that I'm not alone anymore—that I'm theirs and they are mine.
I can’t take it anymore—the need pulsing through me demands release. I turn to Kael and push him down onto the soft grass by the fire’s edge. His eyes widen in surprise but quickly darken with lust as I straddle him.
“Just like this,” I whisper breathlessly as I position myself over him and slide down onto him in one fluid motion. A groan escapes his lips while he grips my hips tightly. I’m so wet, I take him all in.
“Fuck, Kael. You feel so good!” I hold onto his chest, bracing myself. My pussy contracts, and he lets out an almost pained groan. He’s holding back, but I need more.
My hands reach out to Thalos and Irix, who are standing close by—watching with eyes full of hunger. “Come here,” I command softly but firmly.
Thalos steps closer first; I take him in one hand while reaching for Irix with the other hand until they both are within my grasp, hot steel throbbing under my palms.
“Gods,” Thalos growls lowly as he feels my touch tighten around him.
“Fuck,” Irix adds breathlessly when I start stroking both minotaurs rhythmically while riding Kael beneath me.
Kael bucks underneath, moaning deeply each time our bodies connect intimately—the feeling almost overwhelming us both—but it fuels rather than quenches our fiery passion tonight.
“Laia!” Kael’s grip on my hips tightens.
"Kael," I gasp between moans of pleasure each time he thrusts deeper inside me. His cock thrusts deeper and harder as we scale the top.
"Thalos...kiss me now," I command, directing Thalos as I tighten my hold on Irix’s cock. Thalos immediately leans down, claiming my needy lips passionately.
“Almost there!” I scream, shaking my hips faster to meet Kael’s increasingly strong thrusts.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, each sensation more intense than the last. My head spins, my body trembling as they take turns bringing me to the edge and back again. Their touches blend together into a symphony of sensations—rough and gentle, fierce and loving.
My mind dissolves into pure sensation as I reach the top. Thalos and Irix come into my mouth and body while Kael held me tightly, coming inside me.
I pant, thinking I’m crazy for loving this but also thankful that they’re all mine.
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