(Mintaka)

(NSFW Content Ahead)

Her scent is driving my other halves insane. Her skin burns under my touch, smooth and so very kissable but it’s the softness between her legs I am dying to savour. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She is mine at this moment, no one else’s just mine to tease, taste and pleasure. Something is tied to one of her thighs, like a piece of jewellery.

Passion and trust flash in her eyes as I hike her dress further up, revealing her white lacy panties and the thigh on which a delicate piece of chain is tied with colourful butterflies hanging on it.

My fingers hungrily trail it. "Alnitak gifted me this," she says with a hitched breath.

Of course, my brother is ever so thoughtful. I wish I had brought a gift for her too.

"It suits you. Soon I am going to see you only in this." My finger deliberately slips under the slim chain and Amaia lets out a choked breath at my words.

My gaze shifts to her panties and they appear wet, almost soaked. The scent of her arousal leaks out, hanging heavily in the air around us.

Her body shudders with pangs of excitement at my touch. Goosebumps trail the entirety of her exposed skin and I want to lick it, cover her entirely with my saliva and scent.

"Exquisite!" Zelen lifts his head and takes a deep whiff. My mouth waters and I can’t wait to peep at her most vulnerable and soft part of her body.

"Can I remove these?" I ask her in a voice which is barely a husk of a whisper.

She nods, giving her approval, swallowing harshly and not speaking.

"Ask me to remove it, Amaia. Use your words. I wish to hear that beautiful voice you possess," I tell her, my fingers curling on the hem of her underwear.

There burned a fire of passion and seduction in her eyes. How I imagined witnessing her true self, those gorgeous verdant pools and silvery-gold hair. But that is her decision.

"Remove it, Min," she deliciously rasps. Her needy voice makes my cock go hard inside my pants.

I watch her lift her hips up, balancing herself on her hands, aiding me to pull down her undergarment.

With a slow pace, I slide it down and let it gather around her dainty ankles. My fingers rub the lacy garment on her skin in soft and slow movements.

Amaia lets out fractured moans, enjoying my touch. Her feet frustratedly rub against each other. I want to bring her to the edge before taking her inside my mouth.

Finally, I remove it. Bringing it near my nose I take a deep inhale, locking and storing her essence into me.

My eyes bore into her widened ones as she watched my sultry actions. Slowly she places her legs on my shoulders while I carefully fold her panties and place them on the side of the bed.

Her curious eyes follow my actions. "Ali would have flung it across the room," she amusedly says and I let out a guffaw of laughter.

"Yeah, he likes creating a mess. Cleanliness is not his forte."

As if sensing that I am bad mouthing him. The bond between the three of us hums and his frustrated voice filters in through the mindlink.

"You better not be having sex with our mate. I told her, she will be mine first."

Amaia giggles at his words.

"Come find out," I tease him, turning off the mind link between us.

Time to devour her before Ali gets here. My head moves and Amaia instantly leans back, her legs widening for me.

Her leaking softness awaits, nestled between her thighs and my hungry mouth latches onto her.

Amaia’s hands crawl into my hair, holding me to herself. Her body jerks forward, filling me in so perfectly. My rough tongue laps out, licking, slurping, seeking her honey pot.

"Fuck! Min, don’t stop." I love how the desperation clings to every syllable she has uttered. How I have made her curse, meaning she is loving my mouth and the feeling of it.

My tongue finds her entrance, and I don’t ease in; I invade like a starved serpent, ramming it fully in.

"AHH! Uhhh!" Her pleasured moans are such music, the one I am dying for her to keep making.

Relentlessly, I continue, and her honey flows out in abundance, feeding my starved mouth.

"Special, her taste is so delicious." My dark part whispers to me. He likes her.

I continue until Amaia is fully wasted and her legs violently tremble, the pleasures make her come undone.

Triumphantly, I raise my head and watch her with her juices coating my mouth.

"What a blessed mouth you have," she says with lust-coated eyes, and I wink at her.

"So much more to come, Amz."

I have to remove her dress too, witnessing the marvel that is her body. It’s obscuring my view of her beautiful body. The desire to hold her, have skin-to-skin contact, is cruising through my brain.

Holding the ends of her white dress, I pull it above her thighs, and her hand moves at lightning speed, covering her right thigh, but not before I glimpse something there.

What was it that she covered?

Is she injured?

"What’s that?" I question, my words marred with confusion.

An unknown fear ripples down the mate bond. There is something wrong, something heinous under her hand.

I try to pry away her hand, and she lets out a heart-wrenching scream. My eyes snap towards her face, where the pain has etched over every single contour. The sultry smile she was offering me seconds ago is gone, replaced by the raw agony she is witnessing. It overflows the bond between us.

"Amaia!" I cry out. My body moves like a bolt of lightning, gathering her in my arms.

"I am here. What’s wrong?" My lips settle in her hair, caressing her, trying to sponge the pain rippling through her.

Her breathing comes out shallow and the beats of her heart are like a drumroll. Fast and panicked.

"I am cursed, Min. Someone cursed me so I can’t feel my mates." She leans into me and I hold her tight.

An angry grunt makes its way out of my mouth. My body shakes from the pangs of uncontrollable rage.

Who dares do something so vile and vicious? Was it her ex-mate?

That explains so much though. The very reason I couldn’t scent her or recognise her as my mate.

"Who?" I ask with a grunt, trying to keep this rage contained. Not only me, but my other two selves are enraged beyond words, too.

"Someone hurt our mate. There is going to be blood," Zelen’s angered howls echo in my brain.

A million times, I agree with him.

Amaia doesn’t speak; she just leans into me, her body shaking. So there is a limit to what she can say and what she can’t?

She can finally reveal the curse, but not who cursed her. And what she is covering has to be the curse mark.

It’s time to pull her out of this pain she keeps going through. I am going to make love to her with such passion and tenderness that she will forget every ounce of torture she has been made to endure.

But I am not going to do it alone, I need my brother for that.

"Ali! Hurry and come to Amaia’s room."

I open the mindlink and call him through it. He senses my urgency.

"On my way."

Meanwhile, I plan. Gently laying her down on the mattress, I get up. Her head turns as she watches me with watery eyes. The curtains to the room are already drawn but the thick candle is burning in the candle stand.

My hands reach for my shirt’s buttons and I begin to unbutton them. Starting from the top, using only my left hand.

The shirt is already half torn from my transformation and skirmish with the Chittering so I can only hope to appear as sexy as I think I do in my mind.

Amaia watches me with a certain vulnerability and yet with a keen interest. I am going to undress for her. A smile erupts on her lips when I slide it off my torso and drop it on the floor with my right hand.

"Enjoying the show, my lovely mate?" I question with a lopsided grin and she heartily nods.

Next, I hold the button of my pants and slowly open it, before sliding down the zipper. Her pupils dilate and colour climbs into her cheeks when I slowly bring it down while my gaze remains connected to her.

Stepping out of them, I am left in my boxers.

"You want me to take these off too?" I hook my thumbs in the sides of my boxers.

She nods without reluctance. My smile widens at her action.

"Remember, if I take this off—this will be going in." I point towards my bulge and warn her.