Intimate Moments

His breath hitched as he nuzzled her neck. His movements became more frantic. Lilitha tilted her head back as he shuddered and growled.

She gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as he moved rhythmically against her. A wave of heat surged through her body.

Her lower body tightened, and she arched her hips as she reached her climax, gripping him tightly, pulling him in deeper. Lilitha clung to his shoulders as he bent to kiss her breasts, his cheeks rubbing against them, his mouth working over them.

Her eyes rolled back as he teased her with his tongue. He sighed as he pulled back, his arousal slipping out of her. Damon massaged himself with a groan.

He glanced down at her. Lilitha felt the warmth of his release trickling out of her. He traced his finger inside her.

Suddenly, he laughed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his thick throat as he threw his head back.

Lilitha watched him, admiring his masculine beauty—his long red hair cascading over his broad shoulders, his muscular arms, his chiseled chest. His thick eyebrows and strong jawline were striking, but it was his horns that truly set him apart.

He was incredibly handsome when he let his guard down, when he wasn’t angry or annoyed or worried. When he was happy.

Noticing her gaze, he raised an eyebrow suggestively. “What are you looking at?”

Lilitha smiled. “I don’t know.”

He flashed a grin, revealing his teeth. Lilitha squealed as he grabbed her knees and spread them wide, pressing them to the ground.

She laughed as he kissed up her thigh. She twitched as he licked her intimately. She laughed again as he kissed her clitoris, gentle pecks like he would give her mouth.

Then he was kissing her mound and nibbling her hips, making playful growling noises.

Suddenly, footsteps. Another large figure dropped down beside her. Lilitha grabbed Mateus’s horns as he leaned in to bury his face in her breasts.

Lilitha squawked as they both descended on her. Her laughter caught in her throat as they pinned her down. Tears of laughter streamed down her cheeks.

“Stop it!” she laughed.

Mateus pulled back. “Really?”

“No. Not really!”

She shrieked with laughter when Damon grabbed her hips and flipped her over. He smacked her backside. He smacked it again and again.

She felt Mateus’s hands, then his teeth as he nibbled her left butt cheek. Damon was tracing his tongue up her spine.

Then Mateus grabbed her hips and lifted her backside into the air. He kissed her down her butt crack, then spread her thighs. Lilitha jerked her head up as he explored her with his fingers.

Meanwhile, Damon was running his hands up her torso, gripping her hips, her waist. He paused to massage her breasts. Then he was in front of her.

Lilitha’s mouth watered. His scent was intoxicating, hitting her like a punch.

Lilitha gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as Mateus positioned himself behind her. Damon ran his fingers through her hair as she dropped to her elbows, spreading herself wide, arching her back to accommodate Mateus’s size.

She moaned as he filled her. Then Damon took her shoulders, lifting her up from her elbows. Lilitha wrapped her arms around his waist as he kissed her passionately.

She groaned into his mouth as Mateus thrust. A sudden urge took over Lilitha, and she reached for Damon’s arousal.

Damon stood, holding her head as she took him in her mouth. She gripped his backside as she pleasured him, just as Mateus pushed deep inside her.

They moved in unison. Lilitha’s eyes were shut as she surrendered herself. She let go of all her reservations, inhibitions, fears, and doubts, just letting herself enjoy the moment. Her heart was full.

The two alphas were both grunting and growling. As Mateus started moving faster, Lilitha tightened her grip on Damon’s backside and quickened her pace.

Damon was the first to climax, his hips bucking and a snarl escaping his lips as he released in her mouth. She pulled back, swallowing with a gasp.

Then Mateus roared softly, his grip on her hips tightening as he pulsed inside her. They were all panting.

Damon pulled her close to his waist. Mateus wrapped his arms around her, his head buried in her back. He was still throbbing inside her, so tight he could barely fit.

He kissed her spine, his hand slipping beneath her to stroke her until she climaxed again, squeezing him tightly with a muffled cry, her face buried in Damon’s stomach.

Slowly, Mateus pulled out. Damon released her. Lilitha sat back on her knees, dazed. The forest seemed to spin. Her heart pounded.

She wiped her mouth and licked her lips. Mateus ran his hand down her thigh, wiping away his release. Damon collapsed to the ground, pulling her down with him.

Mateus dropped to her other side. Lilitha glanced over and saw Carmella sitting with Silus in her lap, her back against a tree, her long dark braids falling around him.

Damon pulled her against him. Mateus curled his large body around her back as the warm sun beat down on them. Lilitha held Mateus’s hand, her face buried in Damon’s throat as her eyelids slid shut.

She jerked awake moments later to the sound of Silus’s fussing. Lilitha sighed as Carmella brought him over. Mateus and Damon pulled away, groggy-eyed as Lilitha sat up with a groan.

“I’m so tired,” Lilitha said.

“Here.” Mateus dragged himself up and sat behind her so she could lean against him as she fed Silus. He suckled eagerly as he stared up at her with his black eyes.

Carmella sat close by, helping to hold him up as Lilitha’s exhausted head flopped backward. She fell asleep.

When she woke again, she was on the ground, nestled in the two alphas’ arms. Damon’s breath fluttered through her hair. Mateus was snoring behind her, his arm heavy around her waist.

She looked around, squinting against the bright afternoon light but couldn’t see Carmella. Carefully, she got up.

She scanned the area once more. Carmella and Silus were nowhere in sight. Her heart pounded in her chest as she traced their unique fragrances.

Carmella’s scent was elusive as always, but Silus’s was like a comforting shroud, pulling her in, tugging at her heartstrings. She could detect the sweet aroma of her milk, the soft powdery scent of his skin. She was certain she could even smell his innocence.

A soft humming echoed through the trees. Lilitha instinctively crouched low, maintaining her silence. She didn’t feel remorse for eavesdropping, only irritation and frustration that she was left to handle Mateus and Damon on her own.

The Diablon was hunched over Silus, humming a lullaby, her hair cascading around him as she held him close to her chest. His mouth latched onto her nipple. He would suckle, then release with a crumpled expression and a cry of protest, his tiny hands clenched into fists.

A tear fell onto his face. Lilitha felt a surge of sorrow so profound it was like a physical ache. Silently, she retreated back to Damon and Mateus.

Damon was propped up, eyeing her with caution, his tail swaying.

He voiced his concern. “They shouldn’t be alone.”

“I know.”

“You should have told her.”

Lilitha simply shrugged.

“I’ll go get her.”

Lilitha quickly grabbed his wrist. “No. Let her have her privacy.”

“It’s not safe.”

“Just for now, Damon. Just for now.” She gave his wrist a reassuring squeeze. “Trust me.”

He frowned but settled back down. He remained rigid and alert, his gaze fixed on the trees.

Lilitha looped her arm through his and gently pulled him down with her. She placed her hand on his hip, then caressed his face, holding his gaze until he began to unwind.

With a smile, he nuzzled her neck. Mateus shifted behind her, draping his massive arm around her waist as he snuggled closer, pressing against her.

Inhaling their familiar scents, Lilitha closed her eyes.