Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

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Flashback:

A crowd had gathered at the construction site where my brother worked.

They were laughing. Some of them were filming. Others were replaying something on their phones like it was entertainment.

I recognized the voice coming from the videos.

I did not look.

I pushed through the crowd, my heart pounding in my ears.

Then I saw him.

My brother was crouched behind a concrete pillar.

A river of tears poured from my eyes. For a moment, my hands and feet went cold.

I could not understand whether this was a nightmare or if it was truly happening in front of me.

How was I supposed to handle this?

My brother. My dear brother. He was an amazing human being. Gentle and very innocent.

Seeing him like that set something on fire inside me.

I wanted to scream so loudly that the entire world would shatter into pieces.

Justin was sitting on the ground, his face smeared with black ink.

Laughter still echoed around us. It was a humiliation that one could never forget.

He slowly lifted his head. A tear slipped down his cheek.

”I worked my whole life to earn respect,” he said hoarsely. ”That was all I had. Your brother has brought shame upon you. Will you forgive me?”

His hands were clasped together. He was begging for forgiveness he did not owe.

A respected teacher who had guided countless students.

A construction worker who had done nothing but work himself to exhaustion.

And they have stripped him off his dignity.

End Of Flashback:

Theodore sat on his knees in front of me, and all I could think about were those distant memories.

There were so many of them.

Every time my brother had fallen to his knees and cried in front of me, those moments had stayed with me.

Now Theodore was here, his head bowed, an Alpha King kneeling at the feet of an omega he once would have called a fat pig.

”I love you,” he repeated, lifting his head to meet my eyes, as if his gaze alone might pull more emotion from me.

”You don’t mean that,” I said dramatically.

But I knew he did.

I knew he meant every single word.

”It’s true,” he insisted. ”I love you so much.”

He continued, his voice breaking.

”I love you so much that I would choose you over my years-long friendship with Gigi. Tonight, I’m the one who drove her away, and yet all I could think about was you. What would happen to me if you left me the way Gigi left Ragnar?”

Theodore took my hand and kissed the back of it, tears streaking down his cheeks.

I had never seen him so miserable.

And now he was exactly where I had once wanted him to be.

At my feet.

I slowly crouched down and gently touched his cheek before leaning in and pressing my lips to his.

His hands slid around to my back, and I deepened the kiss.

Slowly, I spread my legs and settled into his lap.

He leaned back slightly, adjusting me so I fit snugly against him.

As my legs tightened around his waist, he wrapped an arm around me, still kissing me, sucking on my lips and slipping his tongue into my mouth.

He lifted me into his arms without breaking the kiss, carried me over, and tossed me onto the bed while keeping our bodies pressed together, landing on top of me.

My legs tightened around him even more.

Between soft little smooches, we kept stealing kisses from each other while our hands impatiently worked to undress one another.

Within moments, we had stripped each other completely.

His breath mingled with mine, and I could immediately tell how intensely responsive he was to my touch.

The tip of his cock brushed against my pussy.

We were impossibly close, his body stretched over mine, my bare breasts pressed firmly against his chest.

Savoring the softness of his lips, I tightened my legs even more around his back.

He slipped a hand between us, adjusting himself until the head of his cock rested against my pussy.

Then, with one slow, deliberate push, he eased himself inside me.

A soft moan escaped my lips straight into his mouth.

As he began moving inside me, I felt everything at once, his touch, his kisses, the heat of his body pressed against mine.

He finally broke the kiss, only to lean into my neck, nuzzling close as he trailed warm, wet kisses along my skin.

His shaft drove deeper into me with every thrust, filling me completely as he pushed farther and farther inside, reaching the very center of my pleasure.

The more kisses he left across my chest, the harder and more forceful his thrusts became.

His hands traveled along my arms until his fingers intertwined with mine, and then he pinned both of my hands beside my head.

He lifted his face and brought it close to mine, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

With our eyes locked, moaning into each other’s mouths, we stayed completely absorbed in the moment as he kept driving deeper inside me.

The moans escaping my mouth were getting louder and more intense.

Every time I let out a moan, he would put his dick into my mouth, and I would suck it a little.

Within moments, I could feel his cock beginning to swell inside me.

We both knew what was about to happen.

He let go of my hands, wrapped both of his arms tightly around my back, and rolled us over so that I ended up on top of him.

My hands were resting on his chest, and I was sitting on his cock.

He grabbed both of my breasts with his hands and started massaging them while I began bouncing up and down on his cock.

His cock would go deep inside me, and then I would rise up until it almost slipped out before lowering myself onto him again.

Finally, when I realized he was about to cum, I immediately pulled his cock out.

I watched as he came all over his abs and chest.

The amount of semen he released genuinely shocked me.

Looking at it, I thought, if all of that had gone inside me, I probably would have ended up pregnant.