Beauty, in the Beast World

A Symphony of Mates

{AN: This chapter is gonna be spicy.}

{The first night}

Lila's breath hitched as she felt Winston thrust his hips against hers, from behind. She was seated atop Zephyr, his cock was sheathed deep within her, the rhythm of their movements gentle and steady, mirroring the urgency of her need. Her heart pounded, her skin flushed with warmth, and she bit her lip to stifle the soft moan threatening to escape her lips.

"Zephyr," she gasped softly, feeling the tension and pleasure roll through her body in waves. Her fingers dug into his shoulder, seeking something to ground herself as their bodies moved in harmony.

Zephyr's voice was low, nearly a whisper, but it carried a weight of promise. "You feel... everything, don't you, Lila?" He gently ran his hands up her sides to steady her, his eyes locked onto hers, searching for a trace of discomfort.

Behind her, Winston's strong hands gripped her waist, his gaze intense and filled with admiration. "Let go, Lilac," he murmured softly. "We won't let you fall."

Her breath quickened, but she wasn't sure if it was from the closeness, or from the feeling of being so utterly taken in by her mates' primal love. She felt a sense of safety between them, a balance she couldn't quite explain but craved in every way. "More, I need more..." She pleaded.

Her eyes fluttering shut for a moment, her body melting into the rhythm that the two males provided. There was no rush, no frantic need—just a slow, shared exchange of warmth and connection.

As the two males moved together in a steady rhythm, there was an understanding between them, something primal yet gentle, they needed to please their mate without overwhelming her. Every movement was deliberate, each breath shared, creating a harmony that was unique to them, a promise of more to come.

Winston's voice, rich and soothing, filled the silence between them. "We are yours, Lilac. Myself and Zephyr, too. Our bond can never be severed, it runs as deep as a river runs through the earth."

Lila's hands clutched Zephyr's shoulders tighter as she met his gaze, her eyes reflecting the intensity of the moment. "Together," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

They continued, the room bathed in the soft light filtering through the windows, casting shadows on their entwined forms as they shared in the rhythm of their connection. And though words were few, the emotions that swirled between them spoke volumes.

{The second night}

Lila peeked out from behind Winston, her expression a mix of playfulness and genuine fatigue. "No," she protested, her voice barely more than a soft murmur. "I'm still sore from last night." She cast a glance toward Lyris, who stood before her with a mischievous glint in his lavender eyes.

Lyris crossed his arms and pouted, his expression that of a disappointed child rather than the dignified snake beast. "But it's for the sake of the female cub," he insisted, his tone half serious. "And it's my turn to teach Thomas."

Lila shook her head quickly, retreating even further behind Winston's broad frame. "No, Winston, save me," she whispered, clinging to him for protection.

Winston chuckled softly but let out a resigned sigh as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "It's for your own good, Lila," he murmured, though his tone held both affection and apology. He hesitated for just a moment, then carefully scooped her into his arms, ignoring her playful protests.

Lila's bright magenta eyes widened in disbelief, staring up at Winston with a wounded, dramatic pout. "Winston, how could you?!" she gasped, playfully offended by what she saw as a great betrayal.