“Your vagina is not the only thing that can make a man feel good, Lilith. Please do not forget, even if you appear submissive, you actually hold the power and control. Your hands, your mouth... anything can make a man feel good if you use them right. But remember, the Alphas are unlike other men, so you must try your very best to please them.”

That was what the attendants had told me. The Alphas were unlike other men, and I had to do my very best to please them—so even if my heart felt like it was seconds from exploding, even if my body trembled from fear, I took a deep breath and braced myself for what I was about to do.

Claude pulled his hand away as I began unzipping his pants. My hands trembled, but I bit my bottom lip, trying to stay calm under the weight of these three men’s gazes.

When I was done, I tugged Claude’s pants down and drew in a sharp breath before reaching for his briefs. With one last word of encouragement echoing in my head, I pulled them down.

And almost instantly, I froze.

I hadn’t been prepared for the way his dick sprang free and smacked against my lips, making me pause in shock. My eyes widened as I stared at the thick, veiny shaft right in front of me.

It was big. So much bigger than Kael. I hadn’t even known a man could be this huge. Fuck.

But I didn’t have time to react, because Claude’s hand shot out, gripping the back of my head as he pulled me closer to his tip and whispered, just above a breath,

“Suck.”

My heart felt like it was about to stop with how loud it was beating, but I parted my lips and closed my eyes, slowly taking the tip into my mouth.

Almost immediately, I heard a curse slip from Claude’s lips, making my eyes snap open and before I could stop it, my gaze flickered up to him as I slowly wrapped my mouth around his dick, taking it inch by inch.

The moment his half-lidded gaze, filled with nothing but lust, met mine, I instantly looked away. But he yanked my head back slightly, forcing me to meet his eyes again.

“Eyes on me while you suck, she-wolf. Don’t look away until you have my cum inside that tight mouth.” He rasped, his voice thick and rough.

Oh goddess. Those sinful words. Those unholy words… why did they make my mind feel fuzzy? Why did they make my core throb? Why did they make me clench my thighs together, trying to ease this maddening ache?

I didn’t resist. Instead, I obeyed, my eyes fixed on his as I continued taking him deeper into my mouth until I felt him all the way at the back of my throat, making me gag. I pulled back, only to take him again, slowly, just like I had taught.

I had to please them and get this over with. I had to do this for my mother.

Yes… for my mother.

I continued moving my head slowly as I sucked Claude's dick, and even though he had his hand behind my head, he didn’t push me. He let me go at my own pace. And with the way his chest rose and fell, and the way he stared down at me with a clenched jaw, I wondered if I was doing a good job or not but I followed his command and never took my eyes off him.

Even when my hands reached for the base of his dick and I picked up the pace, moving faster, the wet slurping sounds and soft choking filled the air.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Claude growled, his grip on my hair tightening as I sucked faster. “Goddess, I’ve never seen such a pretty cock-sucking face before. Your mouth feels so fucking good, she–wolf”

My heart skipped a beat at his words, and I almost closed my eyes, when Silas, who had been silent behind me, suddenly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

He didn’t say a word as I sucked his brother right in front of him; he merely watched me. And even though I couldn’t see Lucien either, I knew he was watching too, I could feel those pairs of cold eyes fixed on me.

I ran my tongue around the hard shaft in my mouth, my hands pumping the base as I moved faster. Claude’s dick kept hitting the back of my throat, almost painfully with each thrust. Before I knew it, a tear slid down my cheek, but for some reason, the urge to please overshadowed the discomfort, and I kept going.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m close already,” Claude hissed.

Before I could register what was happening, his grip tightened, and he pulled his dick out of my mouth with a wet pop. I watched him, panting, my face flushed and his length glistening with my saliva.

“Enough playing, she-wolf,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as his fingers tangled in my hair. “Time to fill that pretty mouth with my cum.”

He brought his other hand into my hair and aimed his tip at my parted lips, then slammed back inside, making me close my eyes from the sudden thrust.

Claude fucked my mouth without restraint. His grip on my hair was so tight I could feel the sting at my scalp as he held my head in place, thrusting in and out with a relentless pace that had me gagging, tears sliding down my cheeks before I could even stop them.

It hurt. I could barely take his full length into my mouth, yet he was forcefully pushing deeper, hitting the back of my throat until I could feel his balls slap against my chin before he pulled out, only to repeat the motion again and again until I had to shut my eyes and take him.

“Fuck, yes. Take it, she-wolf. I’m close. Be a good girl and take it for me,” he hissed under his breath as he thrust. And before I could stop myself, my hands reached for his hips, holding him, not to push him away, but to steady myself.

Goddess, why did it feel so good despite how much it hurt? Why was I dripping between my legs? The ache there was unbearable, that I had the overwhelming urge to touch it, to keep something inside. And this time, it wasn’t Kael I craved.

It was the thick dick of the man buried in my mouth.

“Mmmm.” A moan slipped out before I could stop it, and Claude groaned as the sound vibrated around his dick. I didn’t think it was possible, but he went faster, deeper until my face was pressed flush against his rock-hard abs.

Goddess.

I shut my eyes as he held me there, unmoving for a brief moment. Just his thick length twitching in my mouth while his grip on my head tightened.

My lips were stretched around the base of his cock, my mouth so full I could barely breathe. I clutched his hips tighter as gagging sounds escaped me, and I heard him hiss through his teeth, yanking harder on my hair.

Just when my lungs screamed and I couldn’t take it anymore, he finally pulled out but didn’t release my hair. Didn’t give me a second to breathe before he slammed back into my mouth again, this time not all the way in.

Just the head, while his free hand reached down to the base of his dick. With harsh breaths, his voice deep and raspy, he hissed under his breath as he began to pump the base of his cock.

“I’m about to cum, she-wolf, and you’re going to swallow every drop of it. Do you understand?” he asked, his gaze narrowing on me, eyes clouded with nothing but lust. My breath hitched as I watched, just for the briefest moment, his eyes flashed a whiter shade.

I inhaled a sharp, deep breath. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but with Claude’s dick in my mouth, it felt as though some invisible force was pulling me toward him, urging me to satisfy him, to take every drop of his release deep in my throat.

Was this what those women meant? That just one night with the Alpha triplets was something you wouldn’t expect, something that would change you?

I couldn’t speak, so I blinked up at him and slowly tightened my lips around his length. Another single tear slid down my cheek as I obeyed, my gaze glassy with emotion as I looked up at him.

I wasn’t sure, but I think it turned him on even more. His hand moved faster over his cock, his breathing growing heavier, until he suddenly groaned—pulling his hand away and gripping my head, forcing me down on him once more as his hot cum spilled into my mouth.

My eyes fluttered shut as I felt his length twitch, and a salty warmth hit the back of my throat. It was a foreign taste but it wasn’t bad. No, it tasted good.

I moaned instinctively, without meaning to, and when Claude finally pulled away from my mouth, I swallowed everything, just as he had asked.

As soon as I did, I began gasping for breath, my breathing harsh and rapid as I collapsed to the ground, staring at the floor as I tried to steady myself.

I knew I looked like a mess right now—my hair scattered across my face, with drool and cum clinging to the corner of my lips. I wasn’t sure how I felt… or if I was ashamed of what I had just done.

I was the daughter of the late beta of Fangspire pack, my father was a man who held his head high with modesty and honour, yet here I was, having just finished sucking the dick of a man I knew nothing about.

“Good girl,” I heard the deep hum of Claude's voice as his fingers reached for my chin, lifting it up and forcing me to meet his gaze. When I did, I found him standing in front of me with a casual tilt to his lips as he looked down at me.

“You did such a good job, Lilith.”

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of my name, and as he wiped the corner of my lips, I couldn’t help but keep staring at him, unable to look away. But in the next second, his fingers slipped away… and my hair was suddenly yanked back.

I gasped, my breath hitching as I felt Silas lean in close behind me, my back pressing against his chest as he whispered in my ear, his voice so low, the pounding of my heart nearly drowned it out.

“My turn.”

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.”