My mates in Beastworld-Chapter 262 Heat 18+

Warning: This Chapter contains mature content. Please proceed with caution. Any important plot details will be covered again in the following Chapters.

Kyra’s body trembled as she neared the edge of her climax. Each touch, each movement, seemed to heighten her senses, bringing her closer to a peak of intense pleasure.

Her moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained, filling the room with the sound of her ecstasy. Her mind became a fog of desire, all coherent thought dissolving into a single, overwhelming sensation. The pleasure was unlike anything she had felt before, more intense and consuming, driving her to the brink.

As the waves of pleasure began to crest, her eyes fluttered open, though her vision was blurred and hazy. The sight that met her eyes was Damon’s face, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something almost predatory. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips, the kind of smile that suggested he was reveling in the control and the impact he had on her.

He glanced down at his hands, which were now glistening with her juices. With deliberate slowness, he raised them to his mouth. His gaze never left hers as he licked his fingers clean, savoring the taste with a languid, almost sensual gesture. Each swipe of his tongue was methodical, as if he were tasting a fine delicacy, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and dominance.

As the last traces of her arousal lingered on his lips, Damon’s eyes met hers with an intense, almost predatory gleam. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin, the raw intensity of the moment almost overwhelming. His touch was light, teasing, his fingers brushing against her thighs with a feather-like caress that sent shivers down her spine.

"Ky-ky," Lucas murmured softly, his voice filled with a mix of affection and desire. He leaned down to capture her lips in a tender kiss. His eyes were dazed, as if he were in a trance, and in a surprising turn, his clothes vanished, leaving him naked before her. The sight of him, fully exposed, made Kyra’s cheeks flush a deep crimson, her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

As her gaze traveled from Lucas to Damon, she noticed that Damon’s clothes and wings had also disappeared. He stood before her, his body lithe and powerful, a predatory hunger in his eyes that made her heart race. His gaze was fixed on her with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat.

Kyra’s eyes roamed over Damon’s naked form. His chest glistened with a sheen of sweat, the fine droplets catching the light and highlighting the contours of his muscular frame. His eight-pack abs were a testament to his strength, each muscle defined and taut. The sight of his well-sculpted body, so close and so hot, was almost too much for her to handle.

Her gaze drifted lower, unable to ignore the evident hard arousal that stood in stark contrast to the rest of his powerful physique. She bit her lip, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of him. The combination of his physicality and the raw hunger in his eyes left her feeling both excited and apprehensive.

Damon’s face was close to Kyra’s, his breath warm against her skin. Her breath hitched as she felt the sudden, unexpected contact of his lips. The intensity of his touch was electrifying, creating a shiver that ran through her body.

Lucas, his eyes glazed with desire, gently guided Kyra’s hands to his shaft. "Rub me, Ky-ky," he murmured. The warmth and hardness she felt beneath her fingers made her body shudder with a mix of surprise and anticipation. Despite the initial shock, she began to move her hands with a tentative rhythm, up and down, her movements becoming more fluid as she adapted to the sensation.

Lucas’s response was immediate—a deep, guttural groan that signaled his pleasure and eagerness. His reaction was a testament to the effectiveness of her touch, each movement eliciting a new sound of satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Damon’s attention was focused on Kyra’s core. His tongue traced her with deliberate slowness, each lick a tease that drove her wild with need. The sensation was both maddening and tantalizing, making her gasp and cry out for more.

"Damon, please..." Kyra’s voice was a mixture of desperation and longing, her plea punctuated by the intensity of her reactions.

Suddenly, Damon’s expression shifted as he recalled a scene from a film he watched with her. His voice was commanding yet laced with an undercurrent of dominance. "Call me Daddy," he said, his gaze heated and hot.

Kyra’s head jerked up in surprise, her eyes wide with shock. "What—" she began, but her words trailed off as Damon’s mouth left her core. With a swift, yet gentle motion, he lifted her, positioning her to sit on his lap. Her hands, which had been occupied with Lucas, fell away.

"Call me," he said roughly, pulling her hair. Kyra moaned as his lips kissed her throat.

"D-daddy," Kyra whispered, feeling something hard pressing against her wetness. Her eyes widened as Damon suddenly gripped her waist and began moving her up and down. The friction between her core and his length made her gasp, while Lucas rubbed himself, his gaze filled with heat.

He slapped her plump ass while his mouth continued to kiss her jawline, leaving hickeys.

"Ahh..." Kyra moaned as Lucas began kissing her arms, his lips trailing a heated path along her skin. His hands roamed eagerly, rubbing her breasts. Kyra pressed herself closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body as he kissed her shoulder blade.

Her breath hitched as Lucas pulled at her breasts roughly, his touch making her gasp. The sensation was overwhelming, but she surrendered to it. Damon, not waiting a moment longer, thrust his fingers inside her. The sudden intrusion made her feel intensely sensitive, but she let him continue without resistance.

Lucas’s attention shifted as he leaned his head toward her breasts. He kissed them tenderly, rubbing his face against their soft, supple curves. The texture of her skin against his was intoxicating, and he bit her gently, eliciting a moan from Kyra. She gasped for breath, the combination of pleasure and anticipation nearly overwhelming her.

As Damon continued his relentless pace, his fingers worked inside her, thrusting faster and adding a second finger. Each movement sent waves of intense pleasure through her body. The sensations built rapidly, and she came hard, her body trembling with the force of her release.