Page 35 of Kept By Her Obsessed Minotaurs

With excruciating slowness, I begin to press forward. She's so deliciously tight, her inner walls clinging to me as I inch my way inside. A low moan escapes her lips, her body arching to meet mine as she adjusts to my size.

"You feel incredible," I groan, the words torn from somewhere deep within me. I pause, giving her a moment to accommodate me, my body shaking with the effort to maintain control.

But then she hooks her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and all semblance of restraint shatters. I can't hold back any longer. With a primitive grunt, I snap my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt in her welcoming heat.

The sensation is almost toomuch to bear—a tight, scorching vice that threatens to drag me over the edge into oblivion. I pull back slowly, reveling in the friction, before driving into her again with a force that elicits a sharp cry of pleasure.

I establish a punishing rhythm, each thrust more demanding than the last, my body moving with an instinctual, animalistic grace. She meets me stroke for stroke, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the forest, pushing me even closer to the brink.

"Come for me, Mara," I command, my voice harsh with need. "Let me feel you."

As if my words are the key to unlocking her pleasure, she stiffens, her inner walls convulsing around me as her orgasm rips through her. The sensation of her tightening around my cock is too much, and with a final, bruising thrust, I succumb to my own release, burying myself deep within her as I spill my seed.

The world around us disappears, the only sound in the clearing the ragged panting of our mingled breaths. I collapse on top of her, my body slick with sweat, my heart pounding in my chest.

For a long moment, we lie there in silence, caught in the aftermath of our passion. I can feel her heart beating in time with mine, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.

Slowly, reluctantly, I withdraw from her, already mourning the loss of her warmth. But as I roll onto my back, tucking her into the shelter of my arm, I know that this is just the beginning.

31

MARA

The warmth of Garron's body against mine is a stark contrast to the chill of the night air as he carries me back to the hut. My cheeks flame with embarrassment, not only from the intimacy we just shared, but from the tenderness with which he handles me. It's as if I'm made of glass, fragile and precious.

The hut's door creaks open, revealing Calo and Lazir, their eyes wide and alert. They're awake, and they're staring—judging, perhaps. My heart pounds in my chest.

Calo's voice cuts through the silence, his words a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "Did you just sleep together?" His gaze flickers between us, searching for an answer.

Garron's voice is steady, betraying no hint of regret. "Yes."

The single word hangs heavy in the air, and I feel the weight of their stares. Lazir steps forward, his eyes locking onto mine. "So, you have to choose now," he says, the challenge clear in his voice.

Choose? The thought sends a jolt of panic through me. This wasn't part of the plan. I was supposed to drive a wedge between them, not cement my place in their fractured trio. But as I lookat each of them—their faces illuminated by the dim firelight—I realize the truth. I don't want to choose. I want them all.

My voice comes out stronger than I feel. "I don't want to choose," I say.

Lazir's eyes narrow. "What are you saying, Mara?" he asks.

"I'm saying... I want all three of you." The confession falls from my lips before I can stop it, raw and honest. "I care for each of you, in different ways. Can you accept that?"

Silence. The world seems to hold its breath, waiting for their response. My heart races, my palms sweat despite the cool night. What have I done? Am I mad to suggest such a thing?

Finally,Lazir speaks, his voice low and thoughtful. "This is... unconventional."

Calo interrupts, his tone earnest. "But if it's what Mara wants..."

Lazir holds up a hand, silencing him. "It's not just about what Mara wants. It's about what we can handle—as a team."

Their eyes meet, a silent conversation passing between them. I watch, my heart in my throat, as they come to a decision. A decision that could change everything.

Lazir's hands are gentle as he lowers me onto the soft blanket covering the hut's floor. My heart beats a wild rhythm in my chest.

"You're ours, Mara," Lazir whispers, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. His eyes, dark and intense, hold mine as he leans down and captures my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue soon delves into my mouth with a possessiveness that leaves me breathless.

Calo's touch is a stark contrast to Lazir's urgency. His fingers trail a path of fire down my stomach, coming to rest at the apex of my thighs. He parts my legs with a tender reverence thatmakes my heart flutter in my chest. His breath is warm against my sensitive flesh, and when his tongue flicks out to taste me, a jolt of pleasure shoots through my body. His hands soon hold me in place as he feasts on me. The sensation is overwhelming, and a moan escapes my lips, muffled by Lazir's insistent kiss.

Garron's large hands cradle my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples into hard peaks. He stares into my eyes as he leans down, his tongue darting out to circle my left nipple before taking it into his mouth, sucking and nipping gently.

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