Fates and Thrones

Unity

Jax's mouth never left mine, his lips moving with a gentle intensity that threatened to drown my fears. His fingers traced along my sides, leaving trails of warmth against the chill of the forest air. I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself in him, but the weight of two pairs of eyes held me in place.

Baldr and Loki stood just beyond the reach of the lantern's glow, their gazes unrelenting, as if they were waiting, not for permission, but for clarity. The faint rustle of leaves and the far-off howl of wind blurred around me, yet their presence was sharp, undeniable.

I broke away from Jax, breathless, and caught his gaze, searching for reassurance. My chest tightened as I turned toward the twins, my voice trembling despite the fire in my veins. "I want..."

Loki stepped forward, his silhouette cutting through the faint moonlight. "Go ahead, Princess," he murmured, his voice a deep, velvet hum. "What do you want?"

"I want all of you." The words escaped me like a secret I could no longer hold, hanging in the air between us.

Jax's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, while Loki's eyes sparked with mischief. Baldr, ever the silent one, took a single step closer, his expression unreadable but his intent clear.

The cool wind swirled around us as I moved away from Jax and into Loki's embrace. His arms wrapped around me with a confidence that made my fear momentarily ebb. Yet, the wild thrum of my heart reminded me of the risks; the lingering scars of betrayal, and the weight of this choice.

But I didn't pull back. I was terrified, yes, but I wasn't going to let fear control me anymore. This was my decision, my moment.

Loki tilted my chin up to meet his gaze, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Brave girl," he whispered, just as Jax's hand found mine again. Baldr lingered behind, his shadow merging with the trees, waiting for his turn to step into the light.

I leaned into Loki's hold, my lips brushing his in a tentative kiss. His tongue quickly swept against my bottom lip, and I granted him entry without hesitation. Our tongues met in a dance I had never experienced before, one that left me breathless and aching.

A low cough broke the spell. Baldr stepped closer, his presence commanding yet unassuming. "I believe it's my turn, brother," he said, his voice a rich timbre that sent shivers down my spine.

Loki chuckled, his hands never leaving my face as he guided me toward Baldr. "Be kind to her," he teased.

Baldr's lips met mine in a kiss that was slower, and deeper, a contrast to Loki's playful intensity. The groan that escaped him was as sinful as it was captivating, drawing me further into the web we were weaving together.

As Baldr kissed me, his lips slow and sweet, Loki's hand began a steady ascent up the skirt Maiden had insisted I wear. My breath caught as the trickster's fingers trailed along my bare skin, a reminder of the labyrinth's trials and the clothes that had been shredded in the chaos.

The small black fabric offered no barrier, leaving me exposed to his touch. A hiss escaped through Loki's clenched teeth as his gaze dropped, darkened by mischief and desire.

"Princess," he murmured, his voice a sinful melody that sent a shiver racing down my spine. His fingers paused at the edge of my entrance, teasing but unmoving. "You're certainly wet. Is that for us?"

Baldr pulled away from my lips, his hand settling on my waist to steady me as my legs wobbled. His intense gaze locked with mine, searching for any sign of hesitation. "Do you trust us, Aleesia?"

I swallowed hard, my body trembling from the weight of their attention. "I..." My voice faltered, but I forced myself to nod. "Yes," I whispered, though it came out more like a plea.