Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

Nicholas didn’t give her time to adjust, did not ease her into it. He just started moving, deep and punishing and relentless, his hips slamming against her ass with enough force to make the desk shake. Lilith’s hands scrabbled for purchase against the smooth wood, her whole body arching as he drove into her over and over and over.

”Fuck,” Nicholas growled behind her, his hands bruising on her hips. ”You feel so good. So tight. Like you were made for me.”

”Nicholas....”

”That’s right. Say my name.” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, hitting something deep inside her that made her see stars. ”Who do you belong to, Lilith?”

”You,” she gasped.

”Who?”

”You! I belong to you!”

”And?”

”And your brothers!”

”Good girl.” One of his hands left her hip and slid around to her front, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. ”Now come for me.”

The orgasm hit her like a freight train, her whole body locking up as she screamed his name and shattered around him. Nicholas didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just kept fucking her through it until she was sobbing and shaking and begging for mercy.

”No mercy,” he said roughly. ”Not until I’m done with you.”

He pulled out suddenly and she whimpered at the loss, but before she could protest he was flipping her over onto her back, sweeping her legs up over his shoulders, and driving back inside her from a completely different angle, his dick went in deeper than possible.

Lilith cried out and her hands flew up to grab his forearms, her nails digging into his skin. Nicholas leaned forward, folding her almost in half, and the angle changed again and she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel him everywhere.

”Look at me,” he commanded.

She forced her eyes open and found him staring down at her with an intensity that stole what little breath she had left.

”You let him touch this,” Nicholas said, his voice rough and possessive as he thrust hard. ”You let him have what belongs to me and my brothers.”

”I’m sorry...”

”Don’t apologize.” Another brutal thrust that made her scream. ”Just never forget who you belong to now. Never forget who makes you feel like this.”

”I won’t,” she sobbed. ”I won’t, I promise...”

”Damn right you won’t.” His hand came up to wrap around her throat, not squeezing, just holding, just reminding her that he could. ”Because I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget every man who ever touched you before me. You’re going to scream my name so loud the entire estate hears it. And when I’m done with you, the only name you’ll remember is mine.”

He started moving faster, harder, his control completely gone now, and Lilith could do nothing but take it. Could do nothing but lie there with her legs over his shoulders and her body bent in half and let him use her exactly how he wanted.

And god help her, she loved it.

”Nicholas,” she sobbed. ”Nicholas please...”

”Please what?” His hand on her throat tightened just slightly. ”Please stop? Please keep going? Tell me what you want, Lilith.”

”More,” she gasped. ”Harder. Please.”

He groaned and gave her exactly what she asked for, pounding into her with enough force to make her entire body shake. His hand left her throat and slid down between them to find her clit again, his fingers working her in tight ruthless circles.

”Come,” he commanded. ”Right now. Come on my cock.”

She shattered again, screaming his name, her pussy clamping down on him so hard she saw black spots dancing in her vision. Nicholas roared and followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he filled her with heat, marking her from the inside.

But he still wasn’t done.

He pulled out and lowered her legs, then hauled her up and spun her around, bending her back over the desk face-down. Before she could catch her breath he was inside her again, one hand fisted in her hair and the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

”One more,” he growled against her ear. ”Give me one more and then I’ll let you rest.”

”I can’t...”

”You can.” He bit down on her shoulder, not hard enough to mark but hard enough to make her gasp. ”And you will. Because you’re mine and you do what I tell you.”

He started moving again, slower this time but just as deep, each thrust deliberate and measured and devastating. Lilith was crying now, her whole body overstimulated and trembling, but she could feel another orgasm building anyway, could feel it coiling tight in her belly despite the fact that she thought she had nothing left to give.

”That’s it,” Nicholas murmured against her skin. ”I can feel you getting close. Can feel you squeezing me. You’re going to come for me one more time and then I’m going to fill you up again and you’re going to take every drop like a good girl.”

”Nicholas,” she sobbed. ”Please...”

”Please what?”

”I don’t know,” she gasped. ”I don’t know, I just...please...”

”Shh.” His hand in her hair gentled slightly, became almost tender even as his hips kept moving. ”I’ve got you. Just let go. Let me take care of you.”

And she did.

She let go completely, stopped trying to hold herself together, and just surrendered to him. Let him use her body however he wanted. Let him take everything she had and demand more. Let him claim her and own her and remind her exactly who she belonged to.

When the final orgasm hit it was softer than the others, rolling through her in waves instead of crashing over her all at once. She came with his name on her lips and tears streaming down her face, and felt him follow her over the edge seconds later with a groan that sounded like it was ripped from somewhere deep in his chest.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them breathing hard, his weight pressing her into the desk and his hands still holding her like he was afraid to let go.

Finally Nicholas pulled out carefully and turned her over, gathering her up into his arms and sitting down in his chair with her cradled against his chest. Lilith buried her face in his neck and just breathed, her whole body shaking with exhaustion.

”I’m sorry,” she whispered.

His arms tightened around her. ”For what?”

”For Mike. For not telling you sooner. For....”

”Stop.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. ”I’m not angry at you, Lilith. I’m angry at the situation. But I’m not angry at you.”

She nodded against his chest, too tired to argue.

”I’ll have Finn investigate Mike specifically,” Nicholas said quietly. ”We’ll find out if he’s involved. And if he is...” His voice went cold. ”I’ll handle it.”

Lilith shivered and Nicholas held her tighter.

They sat like that for a while, neither of them speaking, just holding each other while their breathing evened out and the bond settled warm and steady between them.

Then Nicholas shifted slightly and Lilith felt something move across the room.

She lifted her head and looked around, her heart suddenly pounding. ”Did you see that?”

”See what?” His voice was too calm, too controlled.

”The... the books. On the shelf. They...” She stared at the bookshelf where she could have sworn she saw three books slide sideways on their own. But now they were perfectly still. ”Never mind. I’m just tired.”

Nicholas’s hand came up to stroke her hair. ”You’re exhausted. Let me take you upstairs.”

He stood with her still in his arms and carried her out of the office, and the whole time Lilith could not shake the feeling that something had just happened that she did not understand.

Something was wrong with her.

Nicholas looked down at her in his arms and said nothing, of cause he saw what had happened, knew exactly what it was. But he wasn’t ready to tell her yet.

At least not now.