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.”

Nnngh—Goddess, please… right there, Alpha Silas. Please, right there.”

I wasn’t sure where I found the courage to speak like that, but the words tumbled out of me as my eyes fluttered shut.

I could feel his gaze burning into me as his fingers moved faster, hitting that exact spot again and again, making my moans and cries grow louder with each stroke.

Why did his fingers feel this good?

How did he know exactly where to touch?

The way his fingers kept skillfully pumping in and out of me made it painfully clear, this man had done this enough times to know exactly what he was doing. How to make me moan like I never had before… even when I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want to feel this good. I swear I didn’t.

But I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop my body from reacting, not with the way his grip tightened around my thighs, holding me in place as his other hand worked its way deeper inside me.

“Goddess…” I whimpered, breathless, as Silas added his tongue once more and I knew in just a matter of minutes, I’d be cumming undone.

He seemed to know it too, because I tightened around his fingers, my release quickly approaching.

“What a good girl,” an amused voice murmured beside me, “taking my brother’s fingers so well.”

My eyes snapped open at the sound, and I turned my head to find Claude sitting casually on the bed beside me.

Relaxed. Composed. As if watching his brother's fingers deep inside me was the most normal thing in the world.

No—worse. He was turned on by it.

His darkened gaze burned into mine, and before I could say a word, before I could even react, he leaned in.

His hand came up to hold my chin, tilting my face toward him and then he slammed his lips onto mine.

His lips moved against mine—rough and demanding. And even though I knew he’d kissed countless women before, that this meant nothing more than a ritual to him, my stomach still fluttered.

His lips were warm and perfect against mine and I couldn’t help but tremble, my hips instinctively beginning to hump against Silas’s fingers, chasing that release.

Yet despite that, he didn’t seem to care.

His hand slid to the curve of my neck and slowly tightened as he kissed me harder, cutting off my air supply.

And somehow, that made the pleasure even more intense.

Within seconds, I cried out and at that exact moment, Silas pulled his fingers from inside me, lifting my second leg over his shoulder as his tongue dove in deeper, moving faster.

My hips bucked against his face, and as I came hard, my vision blurred.

Everything after that felt fuzzy.

All I knew was that Claude leaned away, and my head slumped onto the bed. I stared up at the ceiling in a daze, my breathing ragged and heavy, unable to do anything but feel and listen.

Feel as Silas hungrily licked me clean, like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

Listen as Claude leaned back to whisper how good I was, his fingers gently stroking through my hair.

However, I wasn’t even able to come down from the pleasure that had crashed through me before Silas and Claude moved away and the next moment, I was lifted off the bed and suddenly straddling Lucien’s lap, my legs on either side of him.

My breath hitched. The world seemed to freeze as I stared at him, more importantly, as I sat directly on the bulge straining through his pants.

I could hear the loud pounding of my heart; it felt like it was seconds away from exploding with how close we suddenly were, barely inches apart.

This man… he hadn’t touched me once since I walked through those doors, yet as I stared into those cold eyes, I could see a storm of lust brewing beneath them.

But then…

Don’t stare at them too long without permission.

Don’t stare at them too long without permission.

Don’t stare at them too long without permission.

The warning rang through my mind again and again. I knew I should lower my gaze but I couldn’t.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away, especially not when he suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the chin, pulling a gasp from my lips.

My entire body went rigid as he leaned in, his breath fanning over my mouth.

Instinctively, I closed my eyes, thinking he was about to kiss me and that thought alone made me tremble.

But the kiss never came.

Instead, he tilted my neck, and I inhaled sharply as I felt him begin to sniff my scent.

A low groan escaped him almost instantly, and his grip on my chin tightened ever so slightly just as my eyes snapped open. I stared into the distance, my breathing ragged and uneven.

“Do you see it now?” I heard Claude chuckle under his breath in amusement. “Doesn’t she smell different? Divine... addicting? I have a feeling she’s our mate.”

I watched as Lucien leaned back, his gaze flickering to his brother with an indifferent expression, though I didn’t miss the slight clench of his jaw.

“It doesn’t matter,” he rasped.

My eyes widened as he suddenly wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer. His other hand moved to his pants, and I watched as he effortlessly tugged them down slightly, his hard veiny dick springing free, making my pussy throb before I could even think.

“We will have to take her to see.”

My face immediately turned red. And maybe it was because I was finally doing this, having one of the Alphas inside me but the weight of everything that was happening crashed onto me. I couldn’t help but get nervous.

Still, with the thought of losing my mother if I didn’t go through with this, I didn’t resist as Lucien pulled my dress higher, his hand moving to grip my thigh, ready to lift me.

But before he could, I felt a hand on my shoulder as someone leaned in from behind, and a soothing voice whispered in my ear—Silas.

“My brother goes first since he’s the oldest. Then I’ll fuck you slow and deep, make you tremble with every thrust… and when Claude finally takes you, you’ll be so wrecked and dripping, you won’t even remember your own name. So just be a good girl and lose yourself in the pleasure, we’re going to make you feel good so relax and enjoy it.”

My heart thundered against my chest at his words, and as he leaned away, I turned to find both him and Claude staring at me. Silas’s expression was unreadable, Claude had a grin on his face but what they shared was the same raw lust burning in their eyes.

However, I didn’t have long to stare. My chin was suddenly grabbed roughly, forcing me to meet Lucien’s gaze again. This time, he lifted me into the air, pulling me closer until I hovered over his length. As I looked down at him, Lucien reached out, grabbed my throat, and made me whine.

“Eyes on me while I fuck you. Don’t look at anyone else,” he growled.

Even though he was slowly cutting off my air, I was shamelessly getting wetter, my body reacting, my pussy hot and dripping, turned on by every bit of it.

I knew I had to answer, so I did, voice shaky.

“Y-yes, Alpha Lucien,” I breathed.

Before I could react, he pulled me toward him by the throat and slammed his lips onto mine—rough and hard.

My gasp was swallowed by his kiss, and as he lowered me, I felt the thick tip of his dick slowly press into my parted pussy.

Lucien kissed me harder, his teeth grazing my bottom lip as his hand slid to my waist. Then, without gentleness or warning, he pushed me down onto his thick length, forcing me to take every inch of it.

A scream tore from my throat, my eyes fluttering shut as Lucien leaned back with a grunt. His other hand gripped my waist as he began to move me, thrusting in and out in perfect rhythm. I moaned and collapsed onto him, my body trembling as he fucked me.

As he ruined me.