But as his stormy blue gray eyes took in the amount of men staring at the Celestial Mage with lust, the air growing heavy with the scent of their arousal, he found himself growling at the thought of any of them touching her, much less being able to gaze at her.
It was plain to see he, even for his denial filled mind, cared for Lucy Heartfilia more than he should have. He was always dreaming about her in his bed, him wrapped around her, her whispering his name like a prayer. The dreams were hot but always left him frustrated, always waking up just before he reached his end. His frustration only grew when every girl he brought home was unable to finish him off. No matter how many times he tried, Laxus could not find pleasure within their bodies like he did Lucy.
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