Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

She woke to an empty bed.

Morning light through the tall windows, her body aching in that specific thorough way. Every intimate place burning with the memory of the night before. Bite marks on her breasts, her neck, her thighs. Bruises on her hips in three different sets of handprints. The sheets beneath her ruined.

She sat up and immediately regretted it. Every muscle screamed.

She needed a shower. Desperately. She was covered in dried sweat and everything else, her hair a disaster, between her thighs sticky and used.

She made it to the bathroom on shaking legs.

The mirror stopped her.

She barely recognised herself. Hair wild and matted. Lips swollen. Her neck a map of bite marks....three distinct sets. Her breasts marked and tender. The inside of her thighs bruised from how many times they’d spread her wide.

She looked thoroughly, completely wrecked.

Because she had been.

She turned the shower on hot and stepped under it. Let it sting every mark, every bruise. Watched the water run and scrubbed her hair until it felt clean again.

She’d just worked shampoo through for the second time when the bathroom door opened.

Her eyes flew open.

Through the glass....Sebastian. Still dressed. Dark eyes locked on her with that hunger that she was starting to think was simply his factory setting where she was concerned.

”I just got in here.....”

He pulled the shower door open and stepped inside. Fully clothed.

The water hit his shirt immediately, plastering it flat against his chest. He didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were moving over her.....wet and bare and soap-streaked....with an expression that had nothing patient in it.

”Sebastian you’re still dressed.....”

”I know.” He pulled the soaked shirt over his head and dropped it. His hands went to his belt. ”I know that too.” He pushed his trousers down and then he was naked and the shower was suddenly much smaller than it had been. His cock was already hard, thick and leaving no ambiguity about why he’d come.

”Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said. Low rough rumble. ”Woke up hard. Needed to be inside you again.”

”But I just....”

His mouth came down on hers.

Brutal. Claiming. His tongue pushing in immediately, his hands gripping her ass and lifting her like she weighed nothing.

”Wrap your legs around me.”

She did. Felt him pressing against her entrance....so big, she was already sore....and then he thrust up.

She screamed into his mouth.

He filled her completely in one stroke. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming and her body took him anyway, stretching around every thick inch even as tender and oversensitive as she was.

”Fuck,” he groaned, pressing her back against the shower wall. ”Still so tight. How are you still so tight?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Just started moving....pounding up into her, each thrust making her bounce on his cock. Water cascading over both of them. His mouth on her throat, biting and sucking, marking her fresh.

”Sebastian....oh god.....too much.....”

”Not too much.” Harder. Faster. The sound of wet skin slapping off tile. ”Never too much. Take it.”

”Come for me,” he said. ”Right now.”

Her body obeyed.

The orgasm ripped through her....walls clenching, nails digging into his shoulders, his name breaking apart in her throat. He roared and came with her, spilling hot, filling her completely.

He didn’t put her down and he didn’t pull out.

”Again,” he said. And started moving.

”I can’t....”

”You can. And you will.”

He fucked her through her sensitivity, through every protest, until pleasure built again despite everything. Made her come a second time.....screaming and shaking, legs locked around him, face buried in his wet neck.

***

When he finally came again he lowered her carefully to her feet.

Her legs shook so badly she grabbed the wall.

”Not done yet,” he said. His eyes were still hungry. Still that same consuming need that had walked him through the door fully clothed.

He turned off the shower. Grabbed a towel. Dried them both off.

Lifted her and carried her back to the bed.

”Alpha Sebastian please...” She pushed at his chest. ”I’m so sore....”

”I know.” He tossed her onto the mattress and climbed over her, spreading her thighs. ”But I need you again.” His eyes moved over her face. Something in them beyond the hunger.....something quieter underneath. ”Can’t get enough of you.”

He thrust inside without warning.

Still so wet from the shower, from him, from everything, that he slid in easily despite her body’s protests. Hard and fast, taking what he needed, and she could only moan and take it.

”Your pussy is mine,” he growled. His mouth found her breast and bit down. ”These are mine.” Deeper. ”This entire body belongs to me and my brothers.”

”Yes, Alpha,” she gasped.

Because it was true.

He made her come again....she’d lost count.....before spilling inside her once more. Flipped her onto her stomach. Pulled her hips up. Entered her from behind.

Deeper than before. She buried her face in the pillow.

”That’s it.” His hand cracked down on her ass. ”Take every inch.”

Relentless. His hands bruising her hips. And then his hand reached around and found her clit and she was so sensitised that two strokes was all it took.

”One more,” he said. ”Come for me.”

She shattered.

Convulsed around him screaming into the pillow. He came roaring....filling her so full it leaked out....and collapsed beside her.

Both of them breathing like they’d been running.

A knock at the door.

”Alpha Sebastian. Your presence is required in the east wing. Urgent pack matter.”

He cursed under his breath. ”Five minutes.”

”Yes, Alpha.”

His hand settled on her hip. Possessive even now. ”I have to go. Stay. Agnes will bring food.”

”I need to visit my mother....”

”Driver will take you.” He pulled on dry clothes. when he was already done dressing. He came back, leaned down, kissed her hard then he walked out of the room and the door clicked shut behind him.

She lay on the wrecked bed and stared at the ceiling.