Page 45 of Her Possessive Minotaurs

“I think,” I begin slowly, choosing my words carefully, “that we’ve come a long way from where we started.”

Thalos nods in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yes,” he says quietly. “We have.”

The room falls into a comfortable silence as we sit together on the bed, each lost in our own thoughts but bound by this tension that refuses to let up.

The tension in the room thickens, the air growing heavy with unspoken words and desires. I can feel their eyes on me; their attention is making my pulse quicken. I don’t know where to look, my thoughts tumbling over each other in a frantic rush. Do they all want this? Do I want this?

Irix breaks the silence, his voice teasing but with an undercurrent of something more. “Mind if I sleep here tonight?”

I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. I glance at Thalos and Kael, unsure of how to respond. The last thing I want is to upset them, but before I can speak, Irix laughs, rising from the bed and moving toward me.

I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. I glance at Thalos and Kael, unsure of how to respond. The last thing I want is to upset them.

“Relax,” Irix laughs and ruffles my hair like I’m a kid.

He leans in closer until only inches separate us.

“I can see the hesitation in your eyes,” he whispers.

His thumb brushes over my cheek while cupping my chin and tilting it towards him.

“But you seem to forget Laia: you’re ours—all three of us.”

My breath catches at these words’ weight hitting me like lightning: three—not one—three!

Irix’s lips press against mine—roughly demanding; for an instant everything fades away until he pulls back, showing possessiveness gleaming within those eyes.

When Irix pulls back, his eyes gleam with desire. “We share when it matters.”

The room is heavy with silence, their words echoing in my mind.

Before I can respond, Thalos steps behind me. His breath is hot against my neck, and his lips brush the sensitive skin there. My entire body shivers at the sensation, my mind reeling from the sudden intimacy.

Kael stands nearby, his armor already discarded, his eyes dark with desire as he watches. Their combined attention makes my heart race.

Thalos's hands move to my shoulders, his touch firm but gentle. "Relax," he murmurs, his voice a soothing growl. He kisses the nape of my neck, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.

Kael steps closer, his gaze never leaving mine. The air between us crackles with tension. He reaches out, his fingers brushing my cheek, then trailing down to my collarbone.

My world spins, everything happening too fast and yet not fast enough. My body responds before my mind can catch up—heat pooling in my belly, skin tingling under their touch.

Thalos's hands slide down to my waist. His lips continue their assault on my neck, each kiss more demanding than the last.

Kael leans in, capturing my lips in a slow, tender kiss that contrasts with Thalos's roughness. The dual sensations overwhelm me, making me gasp against Kael's mouth.

Irix watches from the side, his golden eyes gleaming with approval and hunger. He moves closer too, his presence adding to the whirlwind of emotions and sensations.

Caught in the heat of the moment, the tension between us finally snaps. There's no going back now.

I'm theirs—completely and utterly theirs.

With this realization, I throw all my inhibitions out of the window. I don’t care about anything anymore. This moment is where I live and savor my newfound life.

Thalos's hands grip my waist, pulling me back against his solid chest. His roughness contrasts with Kael’s tender kiss, making my head spin. Irix’s eyes burn with intensity as he watches from the side, a smirk playing on his lips.

Kael breaks the kiss, his breath ragged. “On your knees, Laia,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

I sink to the floor, the cool stone pressing against my knees. Kael’s cock stands proud before me, and I reach out, wrapping my fingers around the base. He groans softly as I stroke him, his eyes darkening with lust.

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