Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Xanthea]

"She is not our pet or a toy. She is our bride."

I lifted my bleary gaze at Asher. Silent tears trailed down my eyes as I contemplated him.

Something warm fluttered through the cold anxiety in my chest.

He looked at me, and I quickly lowered my gaze, feeling my cheeks flush up.

He squatted in front of me. The pounding in my chest grew louder and wilder. My body screamed for him to hold me and hide me somewhere far away from the others.

He lifted my chin and wiped off my tears. He wrapped his arms around me. He didn't have to pull me in; I immediately crawled into his embrace, locking myself in his safety.

Ever since our first encounter at the altar, his presence invoked an unexplainable sense of security.

He effortlessly lifted me in his arms. Holding my gaze, he placed me on the bed.

"You aren't her only owner, Asher," Raven's stoic voice sliced through the charged atmosphere.

"Yes, Raven. But she played a game I began, and she won. You agreed to play this game with us. So when you are playing my game, you will follow my rules. She clearly stated what she wants, and that's her reward. She won it. She deserves it because I promised it to her," Asher said, glaring right into Raven's eyes.

"What if I am not in the mood to play anymore..." Raven closed in on Asher, his eyes flashing with defiance.

"Well then, we're having troubles." Asher narrowed his eyes, a hint of a threat in his voice as he stared back at him, unyielding.

There was some force in the room that held the power to even stop the time with its pressure. The demonic auras around Asher and Raven flooded the air.

It was exhausting to even breathe.

"Oh, so this wasn't about her, but the game and its rules. Typical Asher," Ezra chuckled. "You just saved her life, man. I thought I might have to kill this little virgin." His words, laced with dark humor, only added to the impending danger. My stomach churned. I sat on the edge of the bed, getting as close to Asher as I could.

My gaze met Ezra's. His wry smile didn't meet his darkening gaze. I swiftly looked away, tensing my body.

The next second, a new energy crackled throughout the room. It differed completely from the two clashing forces, overtaking the thickening air. My body, filled with tension, loosened up.

"You are allowed to fear us, little toy. You should fear us, little toy. But you are not allowed to plant discord among us. The moment I see it happening, be it your fault or not, I will kill you." Ezra's impassive face held a threat more ominous than Raven's. "You are our breeder and your job is to give us triplets within a year. Nothing more and nothing less. You fail at your job, we discard you. Our relationship is as simple as that."

I licked my lips, biting back my tears.

He crawled to me on the edge of the bed and sat right in front of me.

"So if you want to stay alive, know your place and stay there. And don't you dare bring 'love' on your lips again. Clear?" Ezra whispered in my ear.

I nodded, peering blankly at the bedsheet.

"Good girl," he kissed my ear. Wrapping his one hand around my waist from behind, he pulled me onto his lap, making me straddle his legs.

There was an instant shift in the ambiance of the room. Ezra had done something. Something that had the same effect on Asher and Raven. The two of them frowned at Ezra.

Dazed by their intoxicating scents again, my nerves sizzled beneath my skin. A rush of warmth surged through me, setting my insides ablaze. A faint scent of excitement filled the air, heightening my senses. Ezra rubbed his erection against my ass. It was still slippery from the lube Asher had fingered my backside with.

"Relax, bride. We have prepared you enough to take it, but if you don't relax, it will hurt." He kissed my neck.

I felt the hair on my body stand up. My heart thudded as I realized what Ezra was about to do. I shut my eyes, bracing myself.

Pain tore through me as he entered.

"Ah! It hurts! Please stop," I whimpered, trying to get up from his lap. He held my hands and pinned them to my sides.

"Relax, baby. Relax that hole of yours for me. I know you can do it," Ezra coaxed me.

"Please... stop..." I broke into tears.

"Relax! Damn it! She is so fucking tight," Ezra groaned, gritting his teeth.

"Xanthea, look at me." I opened my teary eyes to Asher's soft voice. He reached out, his fingers gently brushed against my cheek like a soft caress. I felt a jolt of electricity charge through me.

He stepped closer to me. My heart pounded in my chest as he leaned in, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. He was going to touch me just like Ezra and Raven did, but this time... it felt different.

"Relax." Asher whispered. I tried to blink away the blurriness in my eyes. For a second, I completely forgot what was happening to my body and all my thoughts rushed to the man before me.

That was the first time I saw Asher that close to me. My heart thundered louder with every intention of breaking through my ribs.

Time seemed to freeze as he leaned in and our lips united. His kiss was gentle, warm, and tranquil. I shut my eyes, allowing myself to feel the serenity of that moment.

Ezra freed my hands. My cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson as I felt the warmth of Asher's hands gently tracing the contours of my body. The scent of vanilla and musk lingered in the air, intertwining with the quickening beat of my heart.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he deepened the kiss.

"Lovely..." I heard Ezra speak as he gripped my hips and in one thrust, he entered me.

I widened my eyes. A cry tore my throat. It felt like air was knocked right off my lungs. Asher gently bit my lips, stroking my back as the pain sunk in. It hurt.

Ezra thrusted slowly. It hurt every single time. And it felt strange.

My nails dug into Asher's back. He sank into my neck, planting soft gentle kisses. The sensations emerging in my upper body were completely contradictory to everything my lower body was going through.

It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure. It was maddening, intense, and consuming. I had actually lost all my senses.

Their pheromones seemed to be controlling even my moan and tears.

There was nothing likable about that situation, yet it started to feel... good.

Ezra's fingers ran into my hair. He yanked me back against himself.

"Look at you riding it like a cowgirl," Ezra groaned, fondling my hair.

I shut my eyes, breathing heavily.

Ezra held my thighs and opened them up even more.

Asher ran his fingers over my folds. As shameless as it was, something about his fingers being drenched in my juices sparked something carnal inside me.

Our gaze met again, my body bobbing at Ezra's thrusts.

He unzipped his fly. My eyelids fluttered to his length and my heart skipped a beat.

Running his erection against my pussy, he leaned in and whispered, "may I?"

I never knew two words could make me melt so easily.

He rubbed his head against my clit, but didn't enter.

"Yes..." I mumbled, feeling my eyes thaw with lust.

He carefully entered me. My head rested against Ezra's chest as I endured the fleeting pain. My insides were all stretched out as the two of them pounded inside me. Similar ecstasy built up in my body like it had before, but this time, it was a lot more intense. And with Asher kissing me now and then, I could no longer think. "Oh god!" I cried.

"Not god, baby. We are your demons," Ezra growled, pounding faster.

"Call my name, Xanthea," Asher groaned and a tight flutter erupted in my belly.

"A-Alpha... Asher..." I moaned out his name.

"My name, Xanthea," he grabbed my jaws in a gentle grip.

My heart felt like it would snap apart.

"Ash... uh! Yes! Oh god!" I moaned, biting my lower lip. Asher slammed into me, his thrusts turning rougher. And so did Ezra.

"My name now." Ezra grabbed my throat.

"Ah! E-z..."

"Fuck!" Ezra exploded inside me. I could feel his warm release.

He pulled out. Asher picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he fucked me while standing.

00000 It felt like I would split apart at any moment now.

"Ash... please... faster!" I begged, and I didn't even know where those shameless words were coming from.

Asher took us to the bed. I sunk into the mattress under his weight. I could feel him grow inside me. I could hear how our skins collided, and that was the only reminder of what I was actually doing, but I ignored it. Warmth tingled beneath my skin, in the rush of my blood and my cruelly pounding heart. Pleasure surged. I arched my back, taking him deeper.

I heard Asher grit his teeth. Intertwining his fingers with mine, he pinned my hands over my head.

It was like being consumed by flames, consumed, consumed, consumed...

Oh goddess!

Consumed so wildly, with every crackle, you burnt and burnt until you evaporated.

"I can't... I can't take this... anymore... ah!"

I pushed him away, pulled him in. I wanted him gone. I wanted him everywhere in me.

And then he hit a spot, and he kept hitting it again and again with every thrust. Sparks charged throughout my body like the lightning cracking in the stormy sky again and again until it was too much to hold back, too hard to... resist. Damn it!

And then it was darkness, such dark darkness, but not cold, never cold. It was a maddening, feral darkness. I clenched the bedsheets, almost tearing them apart. The stars burst into that darkness. I came apart beneath him with the fervor of a downpour.

My hips jerked.

Asher picked me off the bed, hugging me tightly in his embrace. With a deep, resonating groan, he came inside me, loading me with his seed.

Panting, I flopped on the bed, completely spent.

Asher raised my hips, taking me through my orgasm with powerful thrusts.

I had no energy left and my mind was so not under my control, I could barely stay awake.

But I heard Ezra's voice. He was talking to Raven.

"This was Asher's game. You should respect that and from when did one word start making you lose your cool, huh? When we play your games, we'll play by your rules. Right now... our bride lusts for your attention," Ezra smirked while he stressed on 'bride.'

Raven glanced at me.

I somehow stopped myself from passing out.

Raven picked up his robe. He was about to walk out of the room when Ezra held his shoulder.

"Hey! What now?" Ezra asked.

"Kill her. I don't fucking care. The faster she is out of here, the better it will be. Nothing about that pathetic omega is worth my time or my attention." Raven flounced out of the room, shutting the door behind him.