Chapter 9 09|Please make me cum🔞

I remembered the first time I ever heard about the ritual. That day, Kael had come home from the packhouse, his expression tight and strained as he told me the Alpha triplets had been cursed by the Moon Goddess.

The three powerful men had started to feel off. Their wolves had grown more unhinged, bloodthirsty, ruthless as though they were turning rogue. It had been taking a toll on them mentally and since it seemed to be more spiritual than physical, they summoned a diviner.

And when they did, they heard the curse:

The three Alpha triplets-Lucian, Silas, and Claude have strayed from all I stand for. I gave them strength, yet they chose savagery. So let it be known: if they do not find their mate before their 26th year, their wolves shall devour them from within.

That was how the ritual began.

Back then, I'd looked down on it like everyone else.

How could any woman agree to be used like that? To be treated as nothing more than an object, passed around and discarded if they weren't their mate? I had told myself I would never do something so degrading.

My pride wouldn't allow it.

My father's honor wouldn't allow it.

And yet...

Yet here I was.

Being passed to the next man after the first had just cum in my mouth.

I shivered as Silas's hot breath ghosted over my ear, sending tingles racing down my spine. My body trembled, though I wasn't sure from what-if it was fear, or, as insane as it sounded, excitement. I honestly couldn't tell.

However, before I could react, he pulled back-only for strong arms to suddenly lift me from behind. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I looked up to find Claude watching us, amusement glinting in his eyes as Silas carried me to the bed and placed me onto it.

My breath hitched, eyes widening as I looked at him. But then, the next second, my gaze shifted to Lucien, realizing he was also sitting at the edge. As he had been all along, he simply watched me.

Those cold, white-chilling eyes locked on mine as he casually twirled the wine in his glass, strands of hair falling messily around his face, his expression unreadable. For a brief moment, we just stared at each other, I couldn't look away.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and he tilted his head to the side, as if something had clicked, a flicker of recognition flashing through his eyes.

But then...

Don't stare at them too long without permission.

The warning echoed in my head, and I quickly dropped my gaze, my breathing growing more rapid.

But my attention was pulled back from Lucien when Silas's hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer toward him as he pushed my dress up to my waist, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my panties.

At this point, every rule I'd ever been taught had flown right out the window.

Why? Because he parted my legs, positioning his face between them and as he stared up at me from below, my body couldn't help but tremble.

Beautiful.

That was the one word that came to mind for Silas. He was more beautiful than the others. He didn't even look feminine, yet his beauty could rival that of any woman I'd ever seen.

However, it was his eyes that pulled me in.

They didn't have Claude's amused glint, nor were they as cold and lifeless as Lucien's.

They were just... empty. Just like the first time I saw him up close, yesterday under the rain.

Despite how gentle and kind he'd seemed then, his eyes held no emotion.

"Your taste," he murmured, snapping me out of my daze. I blinked, confused and before I could stop myself, I asked.

"W-what-?"

A slow smirk curved his lips as his gaze locked onto mine.

"Let's see if you taste just as addictive as you smell."

My eyes widened in surprise and my body grew hotter.

What I had been taught by the attendants was how to pleasure the Alphas.

They had said that even if all of this was about finding their hidden mate, Silas, Lucien and Claude were men who enjoyed sex-so they liked to feel good during intimacy.

But what they hadn't mentioned, what they hadn't prepared me for... was how to react to this.

To one of the Alphas wanting to go down on me.

How was I supposed to react?

How was I supposed to feel?

Was I supposed to make eye contact? Was I supposed to enjoy it? Was I supposed to make any noise or stay silent?

I didn't know.

But as I stared into Silas's piercing eyes, locked so intently on me that it made it hard to breathe, I couldn't look away.

His gaze didn't waver as he slowly tugged down the waistband of my panties.

Before I could react, his grip on my waist tightened.

He lifted me slightly, making my back arch, and in one motion, pulled off my black, soaked panties.

And as I watched him with wide eyes, he held them in his hand... and then did the most unthinkable thing.

He brought them to his nose and took a slow whiff.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, my eyes wide as I watched him-watched the way his eyes fluttered closed for a brief second, then opened, flashing a hint of white before narrowing on me.

Oh my goddess...

All the air felt knocked out of my lungs as I met his gaze.

"So... what does she smell like, brother? All sweet and sinful down there?"

My core throbbed at Claude's words, and there was no doubt Silas could scent it.

Before I could stop myself, I tilted my head slightly to find Claude lounging on the couch, sipping wine with a lazy smile, his eyes fixed on the scene before him in amusement.

But what really caught my attention was the hard bulge in his pants.

He was hard again, already even after cumming once.

I swallowed hard, my gaze flicking back up just as he met my eyes... and smirked.

"She smells better than the rest," Silas murmured, voice low and thick with heat, as his gaze dropped to my dripping pussy, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Especially when she's this desperate... soaking, aching to be touched."

I inhaled a shaky breath as he suddenly gripped my thighs tighter and leaned in closer to my pussy and to my utter shock, he held my gaze with those cold, unreadable eyes as he slowly stuck out his tongue...

And then he took a slow, deliberate drag up my clit from bottom to top.

A whimper escaped me before I could stop it.

"Nnngh-" I moaned, quickly slapping a hand over my mouth, my eyes dropping when I saw the flicker of amusement in his gaze.

What was I doing? Why did this feel so good?

"This is amusing," Lucien drawled, his tone dry and unimpressed. "You two already smitten with this girl? Can't even keep yourselves in check?"

He ran a hand slowly through his hair, pushing his locs back as his cold gaze flicked to me.

"Is she really that different from the others... or are you both just that desperate to lose control again?"

"She's different," Silas responded, and I bit my bottom lip as I felt his warm breath tickle my clit.

"I am not sure why but Draziel craves her. He wants her... I want her."

And as soon as the words left his mouth, Silas closed the distance.

His fingers brushed over my clit, and then, his tongue plunged inside me.

A gasp tore from my lips, my head falling back against the bed as I felt his warm tongue slide slowly inside me, moving in and out with a rhythm that made my entire body tremble. Instinctively, I tried to close my legs, but Silas's hand shifted to my thigh and before I could react, he brought it over his shoulder, holding me wide open.

I barely had time to process what he'd done before his fingers joined his tongue, thrusting into my dripping core with a steady rhythm that forced a moan from my lips.

"Ah!"

It was overwhelming. Consuming. A pleasure unlike anything I'd ever known. Not even from Kael.

His fingers were so thick and long. Fuck.

I saw stars-literally. My vision blurred, my breathing turned ragged, and all I could feel was Silas relentlessly working my most sensitive places, his fingers and tongue hitting every deep, aching spot just right.

It hadn't even been that long, yet I could already feel myself teetering on the edge, ragged pants escaping me.

One of my hands instinctively grabbed the sheets while the other flew to cover my mouth, trying to muffle the moans, just in case he wouldn't like those lewd, sinful sounds spilling from me.

But the next second, he pulled his tongue from me, though his fingers didn't stop. No, they moved faster, deeper, hungrier.

Lifting my head slightly to look at him, I saw him lick his bottom lip, eyes dark and intense as he spoke.

"Moan for me, she-wolf," he rasped, his voice low and rough, barely above a whisper. "Scream for me, I want to hear how good I'm making you feel."

His voice dipped even lower, like it wasn't just him speaking anymore... like his wolf was speaking through him.

"I want to hear you moan like a desperate little slut... while you fall apart and cum all over my fingers."

At that moment, everything blurred. As I stared into those empty eyes now hooded with lust, I silently begged for forgiveness.

Forgiveness from my father- for tarnishing his name like this...

Forgiveness for feeling this good.

Forgiveness for the words that slipped shamelessly from my lips.

"F-Fuck... please-don't stop. Please make me cum."