Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

Finally, he released her nipple with a wet pop.

”The other one,” he commanded, his voice rough. ”Feed me the other breast.”

She switched hands. Cupped her other breast. Brought it to his waiting mouth.

He latched on immediately, giving this nipple the same devastating attention as the first.

Sucking. Licking. Biting just enough to make her cry out.

Her hips moved involuntarily, grinding against his lap, seeking friction, seeking something to ease the ache building between her legs.

Sebastian’s hands moved to her hips, stilling her.

”Don’t,” he warned. ”You come when I say you can. Not before.”

He went back to sucking her breast with single-minded intensity.

Lilith’s head fell back, overwhelmed by sensation. Her hand still cupping her breast for him. Her body trembling. Her pussy getting wetter despite the soreness, despite knowing what was coming.

Finally...finally....he released her nipple.

Both breasts were swollen now. Flushed pink. Nipples hard and red and oversensitive.

”Pick up the book,” Sebastian said.

She blinked at him, confused. ”What?”

”The book. The one you were reading. Pick it up.”

She reached over to the chair beside them, grabbing the heavy volume with shaking hands.

”Now keep reading,” he said. ”Out loud. Where you left off.”

”I don’t....”

His mouth latched onto her breast again, cutting off her protest.

She gasped, the book nearly falling from her hands.

”Read,” he commanded against her flesh.

She opened the book with trembling fingers, found the page, and started reading. Her voice shaking and breaking every time his mouth did something particularly devastating to her breast.

”The incident... served as a cautionary... oh god... as a cautionary tale about the dangers of... of interspecies alliance...”

Sebastian switched breasts, giving the other one attention while she struggled to focus on the words.

”Subsequent attempts... fuck... subsequent attempts at... at treaty negotiations were marked by... by extreme security measures and...”

His teeth bit down on her nipple and she cried out, nearly losing her balance.

His hand shot out, gripping her waist, holding her steady while she was half-standing, half-straddling him, the book open in her hands.

”Don’t drop the book,” he said. ”And don’t stop reading.”

She continued, her voice barely more than a whisper now.

”And extensive background checks on... on all participants...”

Sebastian’s hand moved between them. She heard his belt buckle. Heard the zipper.

No.

”Keep reading,” he said.

His cock sprang free...already hard, already dripping, standing thick and intimidating between them.

His hands gripped her hips.

”The subsequent decades saw... saw a gradual....”

He lowered her onto his cock in one smooth, devastating motion.

Lilith screamed, the book falling from her hands as he filled her completely.

”I said don’t drop the book,” Sebastian growled.

She scrambled to pick it up, her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold it.

He was buried inside her to the hilt. Stretching her. Filling her. Her body protesting the intrusion even as it clenched around him.

”Read,” he commanded. ”And don’t stop no matter what I do to you.”

Then he started moving.

And his mouth latched back onto her breast.

Lilith tried to focus on the words. Tried to read through the overwhelming sensation of being fucked and suckled simultaneously.

”A gradual... oh god... gradual rebuilding of... of trust... fuck, Sebastian....”

His teeth bit down on her nipple hard enough to make her scream.

His hips thrust up, driving deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her vision blur.

”Alpha Sebastian,” he corrected against her breast. ”And keep fucking reading.”

She found the page again with shaking hands.

”Rebuilding of trust between... between the communities...”

He was sucking her breast like he was trying to draw her soul out through her nipple. Deep, powerful suction that bordered on pain. His tongue worked her while his cock worked her pussy, both with the same devastating rhythm.

”Though many... oh fuck... many argued that the massacre had...”

His pace increased. Faster. Harder. Each thrust driving her up, his hands on her waist guiding her back down, impaling her on his thickness over and over.

”Had forever changed... changed the nature of... of such alliances...”

She couldn’t focus anymore. Couldn’t think. Could only feel.

His cock pounding into her abused pussy. His mouth sucking her breast like he was starving. The dual sensation overwhelming every sense.

”Sebastian....I can’t....the book....”

”You can,” he growled, switching to her other breast. ”You will. Keep reading.”

She tried. God, she tried.

”The contemporary view... holds that... that trust once broken...”

His hand moved between them, found her clit, pressed down hard.

The orgasm hit her like a lightning strike.

She came screaming, the book falling from her hands again as her whole body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down on his cock with devastating force. Her back arched, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.

Sebastian groaned, his hips slamming up one final time, and she felt him pulse inside her. Felt the hot rush of his cum filling her already-full pussy.

He kept sucking her breast through both their orgasms, prolonging the sensation until she was sobbing and begging him to stop.

When he finally released her nipple, both breasts were swollen and tender and marked with his teeth.

She collapsed against his chest, unable to hold herself up anymore.

Sebastian’s arms wrapped around her, holding her while she trembled and gasped for air.

”You didn’t finish the Chapter,” he said after a moment. Almost amused.

She didn’t have the energy to respond.

He held her for a long time. His cock still inside her. His arms steady around her shaking body. Almost tender in a way that confused her more than the brutality did.

”Same time tomorrow,” he finally said. ”Library. Bring the book. We’ll see if you can make it through more than three pages before I make you scream.”

***

The summons came after dinner.

Not from Mrs. Hallowell this time. Not from a guard or messenger.

Lucian himself appeared at her door just as the sun was setting, those golden eyes bright and feral in the dim hallway light.

”Come with me,” he said. Not a request.