Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

Lucian’s hands were shaking. His entire body was vibrating with contained wolf energy.

”So we send her away today,” Sebastian said. It wasn’t a question. It was a decision being confirmed. ”Before the full moon hits. Before our wolves reach critical mass.”

”Where?” Lucian asked, his voice tight.

”Back to her mother,” Nicholas said. ”She wanted to see Cassandra. She needs to see Cassandra. The visit yesterday wasn’t enough.”

Sebastian nodded and stood. ”I’ll inform her. She leaves by afternoon.”

He was moving toward the door when Nicholas added, ”Make sure she knows she should be back before noon tomorrow.”

”Understood,” Sebastian said, and he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Nicholas and Lucian were alone.

Lucian was still shaking. His golden eyes were locked on a point across the room, but his focus was clearly internal. On Zev. On the wolf demanding he follow Lilith. Demanding he claim her. Demanding he mark her and bond with her and keep her forever.

”You feel it too,” Lucian said. It wasn’t a question. His voice was raw. ”I’m not crazy. You feel it.”

”Yes,” Nicholas said. Because lying was pointless now. Because his brother was breaking and pretending that he wasn’t breaking wouldn’t help. ”I feel it.”

”What is she?” Lucian whispered.

Nicholas didn’t have an answer.

***

Sebastian made his way to Lilith’s room with a plan.

He was going to tell her to pack. Going to keep it clinical and controlled. Going to maintain the facade of a man who wasn’t completely falling apart from the need to touch her.

But when he arrived at her door and heard the sound of water running from her bathroom, every plan he’d carefully constructed dissolved.

She was bathing.

Naked. Wet. Vulnerable in a way that made his cock go from interested to painfully hard in seconds. He could imagine her in that water....skin slick, hair wet, her body completely exposed and completely available if he just walked in and took what he needed.

Rhen howled inside him. Not in pain, but in desperate, aching need.

Go to her. Take her. She’s yours.

Sebastian’s hands clenched into fists. His entire body was vibrating with the effort of staying exactly where he was. If he walked into that bathroom right now, he would lose control completely. He would take her against the wall, in the water, bent over the counter, he would use her until he’d drained every ounce of this consuming obsession.

And he couldn’t. Not yet. Not while he still had some fraction of his mind under his control.

So he sat on her bed and waited.

His hands were shaking. His cock was straining against his pants, leaking, demanding. He could smell her from here....her soap, her shampoo, underneath it all, that uniquely Lilith scent that drove him absolutely fucking insane.

The water shut off.

He heard the sounds of her drying off. Her movements in the bathroom. Getting ready. Having no idea that he was sitting out here, falling apart with the need to have her.

The bathroom door opened.

And she emerged wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping, her skin still flushed from the heat of the water. She was caught off guard for only a moment before recognition hit....she registered him sitting on her bed, and in that moment of surprise, her hands moved.

The towel dropped.

It was an accident. She hadn’t meant to. But it happened, and suddenly she was standing completely naked in front of him, water still dripping from her body, her perfectly round breasts exposed, her nipples already hardening from the cool air.

Sebastian’s breath caught.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Lilith’s eyes went wide. Her hands flew up instinctively to cover herself, reaching for the towel, but....

”Stop,” Sebastian said quietly.

She froze. His voice was command, and her body obeyed before her mind could catch up.

”Alpha Sebastian,” she said quickly, her voice unsteady. ”I didn’t know you were here. Please pardon my manners.”

He looked at her, standing there naked, trying to cover herself, the shame and confusion and something else flickering across her face. He smiled slowly.

”Pardon your manners?” he asked. There was something almost amused in his tone, but underneath it was pure hunger. ”Come here.”

She hesitated. Her eyes darted between him and the towel on the ground. He could see the internal war....obedience versus self-preservation.

Then she bit her lip. Slowly lowered her hands. And walked toward him, still completely naked, still dripping water onto the carpet.

He didn’t move. Just watched her approach him with those dark eyes that were starting to show understanding of what this was. What this meant.

When she was close enough, he reached out and cupped her breasts.

The skin was still warm from her bath. Soft. Perfect. His hands felt heavy against them, and he took a moment just to feel their weight. To understand the shape of them. To know them in a way that went beyond just fucking her.

His fingers moved to her nipples. Traced circles around them, watching them harden further under his touch. She made a small sound....not quite a gasp, not quite a moan....and her breath hitched.

He pulled back slightly and sat down in one of the chairs positioned near her window. He looked up at her with his dark eyes burning.

”Sit,” he commanded, and he freed his cock from his pants.

It was already leaking. Already painfully hard. The head was flushed, practically purple with need, and when she looked down at it, he watched her pupils dilate. Watched her breath quicken. Watched the heat pull at her core....he could smell it, could see the way her thighs clenched together.

Her nipples hardened even more.

She walked toward him slowly, every step deliberate, until she was standing between his legs. Then, without being told, she lowered herself onto his lap. Her hands found his shoulders for balance as she straddled him.

He guided his cock toward her entrance and then just held her there, not pushing inside yet, just letting her hover above him.

”Go ahead,” he murmured. ”Sink down. Take me.”