Page 53 of Her Possessive Minotaurs

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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LAIA

Iwake to an eerie silence. The warmth of the minotaurs' bodies is gone, replaced by the cold, empty space beside me. My heart pounds as I sit up, my eyes scanning the house and the clearing outside. The bonfire has long since died down, leaving only smoldering embers and soft fur that Thalos placed under me.

But more importantly, they’re gone. Thalos, Irix, Kael—none of them are here.

Panic flares in my chest as I stand, my eyes darting around the camp. The usual sounds of their movements, their breaths, even their grunts—nothing. The clearing feels unnaturally quiet, almost as if the forest itself is holding its breath.

My gaze sweeps over our home. Their weapons are missing from their usual spots. My breath quickens. Did they go hunting? But why didn’t they wake me?

I stumble towards the edge of the clearing, my mind racing with possibilities. The shadows between the trees seem to loom closer, darker. My fingers brush against a fallen leaf still damp with morning dew.

“Thalos?” I call out, my voice sounding small and fragile in the vast silence. “Irix? Kael?”

No answer.

A shiver runs down my spine as I move towards where we usually keep our supplies. It’s not here, too. The sight of their missing weapons sends another jolt of fear through me. They wouldn’t leave without them—not without a reason.

I force myself to think logically, to push through the rising tide of panic. If they didn’t wake me, it means they didn’t want me involved—whatever it is must be dangerous.

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