ANOKAI'S POV

The girl lunged at him like she had not been scared minutes ago. I remembered her as one of the girls talking before the first van went dark, scared and terrified of the alphas. His hand grabbed her throat as their lips crashed into each other, raving and moving like hungry snakes before he pulled back.

"Too predictable," he muttered, and my heart sank where I was standing.

Was this a game to them?

I looked at the other alphas sprawled on the sofa, their dark eyes following every movement of the other alpha.

What was the entire essence of all of this?

I gulped as I heard the other alpha talk to the next girl, five words: "Prove to me you're better than her."

The woman did the same, throwing herself at him. I don't know if it was the fear that was making them do it, or if they were enjoying it. She put out her tongue and shoved it down his throat, only for the alpha to pull away, his face more bored than the first. 

"Sloppy." He mused on.

Fear thundered in my chest as he moved to the third girl, his expression more grave as he moved to the next. 

I glanced at the brothers again to see that their eyes were closed.

They were bored. 

They had half-naked girls in front of them, and nothing was intriguing. 

Every girl was trying so hard to prove themselves, kissing as if their lives depended on it, wanting to prove themselves yet none of it was touching them. 

My entire thoughts vanished as he got in front of me, and our eyes met. 

It felt like a pull, a force, drawing me into those magnetic brown eyes I never want to look away from. This was the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my entire life. 

Something hot flushed in my skin as he stared deep into my eyes, like I was the only thing that mattered in the room. And when the sound of his voice left his mouth, heat pooled in my lower stomach, every part of me feeling like fire.

"Please me, little orchid. Tell me you're better than the rest of them." 

I thought of all the ways the other girls have been kissing him, the way his face grew uninterested as he approached every other girl. If he was uninterested in them, then I need to make him bored and more uninterested.

The more uninterested they become, the better this goes for me.

And so I did the unthinkable. Or said the unthinkable. 

"Kiss me instead, and I'll see if my body wants you."

I'm sure my response caught him off guard as his eyes creased, his lips curving up, "What did you just say?"

I crushed all the fear beneath me, gathering more courage as I stared into those gorgeous, pitiless brown eyes, "Kiss me. And I'll see if I want to please you." 

The air in the room grew cold and dangerous, as if I had just poked a lion, and there was no turning back. He stepped closer to me, closing the distance,

"You're quite brave." 

I didn't back down, "you've been kissed by every woman here, and it doesn't thrill you. Why not try something different? Kiss me, Alpha." 

He chuckled, the sound of it sending shivers down my spine, "Do you really want me to kiss you, little orchid? Will you be able to handle it?"

He closed in on me, tipping my jaw forward. My heart was racing in my chest, and without looking away from his eyes, the words left my mouth in a sharp breath, "What's there to handle in a kiss?"

A growl escaped his lips as he gripped my jaw, his face bent so low to mine, "Ohh, little orchid..." 

I gulped down, subconsciously licking my lips, only for another growl to escape his lips, the last thing I heard before he crashed his lips on mine, stealing my entire breath.

It was hot, searing, and burning hot. I had always thought that my first kiss would be something gentle, filled with love and care, but this was anything but that.

This was harsh and consuming. He kissed me like he wanted to claim, like I was just a meal he'd been waiting decades to devour, and now that I was here, he wasn't going to stop until I was finished. 

His lips moved against mine, demanding and unrelated, and a hand came to the side of my jaw, forcing my mouth open before I could think too much about it. He pushed his tongue deeper, licking and sucking as if he had done this so many times before.

My knees felt weak, and I found myself melting against him, just letting him take control of the kiss and do it however he wanted. Not that I could've complained much.

I could barely breathe, and he wouldn't even let me breathe. It was like everything was too much but too little.

He broke the kiss himself, allowing me to breathe for a split second before he pushed me away from the line. My back met with the cold, hard wall of the room, and he caged me against it, lips capturing mine once more.

It felt like I wasn't in control of my body anymore, and I was simply here to take whatever he would give me. His hands raised my top, slipping underneath as he roamed my body like they were inspecting a new prize. 

I wasn't sure what to do with my hands; everywhere felt too hard or too hot to touch, so I settled for his hands.

My fingers curled around his wrists, and I managed a soft gasp in between kisses as he cupped one of my breasts through the thin bra I was wearing. He moved his finger over the fabric, smiling against my lips as my nipple hardened underneath his touch. He let out a soft sound of victory as he caught my nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it.

I could feel slick gathering between my legs, and I clenched my thighs as discreetly as I could to relieve myself even the slightest bit.

It was like his touch was reigniting my entire soul, pulling me in like I had just found a missing part of me, and now I never want to let it go.

If this was the monster they were, then I didn't mind dying under it. 

For his touch, I'll put myself under.

For his hot and searing kiss, I'll lay myself to him.

I wanted this.

No, I needed this. And I had no idea how much I had needed it until him.

In an instant, he pulled away, his breathing ragged, so the rational part of my brain started filtering in again. 

His eyes stared into mine, hot and hard, like he was not done with me.  "Everyone out." 

The girls scurried out immediately. I moved to leave, to escape his big arms when his lips tipped up into a smile,

"Where do you think you're going?"

His eyes were pure obsidian and filled with desire and everything malicious. Like he had found whatever he had been looking for all this time.

And it was me. 

Me, that was here to survive.

"Brothers, I think we've found our next meal for today."

And now I was going to get devoured by them.

ANOKAI'S POV.

The three brothers surrounded us, all of them staring down at me as I realized what I had just gotten myself into.

Because of my words, I was now in trouble with four alphas, the most dangerous and most feared all around me, ready to pounce on me.

I gulped, trying to take a step back, only to be met by the wall, "I..i think you have it..

The words died on my lips as one of them stepped closer, fisting my hair in his hand as he sniffed me, a low growl escaping his lips. I was still trying to process him when I heard another, "Move, brother. Let me have a taste."

I opened my mouth to refute the words only for a new set of lips to crash on mine, fierce and hard. He didn't taste like his brother. No, his mouth tasted like strawberries, probably one from the platter of food.

He kissed like he was hungry, like I was a meal promised to him and he was now finally having a taste. 

His fingers tightened around my neck as he lifted me further, pressing his lips more into mine, his tongue going deeper into my mouth. I tried to resist, only for him to bite down on my lower lip and push in deeper, his grip tightening around my neck. 

Pain shot through me, tangled with pleasure, and together with a moan that I had not intended to come out. 

No...

No.. Anokai. 

"I want more of that, sweet orchid. Let me hear them." He muttered in between the kiss, running his tongue over my lower lip before sliding it back into my mouth. 

Ohh, goddess. This was bliss. 

I melted immediately in his arms, all my rational thoughts filtering out again. 

Who knew being someone's prey tasted this good? 

Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving one kiss on my swollen lips as he stared at me. 

His face was perfection in an artistic form. 

He was beautiful, and not in the masculine way. His deep, gorgeous black eyes stared into mine, strands of his hair falling to his face. 

"Don't be greedy, Nikolai." I heard someone snarl, cutting my thoughts out, but he didn't care. 

His lips met mine again, this time drawing blood. My eyes fluttered closed, feeling myself get lightheaded as another hard body slid behind him.

I wanted to fight it, find some way to push them away and run, but my body wasn't cooperating with me, and I could feel my willpower crumbling as the seconds passed. I felt a new pair of hands run down my sides as if they were getting a feel of the fabric of my top.

"Mm-this..this..." I tried again, but the hand around my neck clenched in a warning that had my body going lax once more.

The hands explored, moving all over my body as they inched my shirt up. Their touch was cold to my skin, and as the pads of their fingers found the strap of my bra, I found myself sandwiched between two of them. I whimpered into the kiss, desperate for air I wasn't granted.

My thoughts were getting clouded, and before I knew it, I was anticipating their next move. 

The one who was kissing me pulled away, helping his brother undo my bra and discard it to the side.

Part of me registered that I was half naked and should stop it, yet I didn't want to. 

The hands squeezed at my breasts, kneading and molding the soft flesh as lips pressed against the side of my neck, teeth nipping and biting the skin.

I couldn't tell who was touching me anymore, couldn't tell whose hands were at what place. But it was all good. Too good.

But just as suddenly as everything had started, it stopped. 

The one in front was ripped away from me, and I blinked my eyes open long enough to take in one that hadn't been touching me.

"Move," he grunted, and the hands that were kneading my chest stopped. This one was gorgeous, hazel eyes boring into mine with such an intensity that only he managed to muster.

He moved his hands to the back of my thighs before I could complain, hoisting me up as he carried me over to the bed. He threw me onto it, and my back hit the mattress with a low thud.

I tried to stand up, but they were quicker, the four of them surrounding me,

"Where do you think you're going, sweet orchid?" Nikolai said, already at the edge of the bed.

"You belong to us now. For the entire night." 

A small sense of panic filled me, inching farther away from them only for one of them to come behind me, pinning my hands behind my back and licking a long stripe of my neck. 

I clenched my thigh, heat rushing through me at the intensity of it before arching my back forward. 

I wanted it, but I still didn't want to.

The other two were at my sides immediately, rolling up my top and shoving the bunched-up fabric into my mouth. 

My nipples were hit with cold air, and I shivered, melting against the grip that held me down tightly as two hands pinched my nipples, rolling the sensitive bud between their fingers.

Another pair of hands slid up my thighs, squeezing them before spreading them wide as they settled between my legs. 

I moaned around my top, letting my eyes flutter close and my head fall back against a shoulder as two mouths went around my nipples, wet heat shooting a sharp sense of pleasure up my spine.

Tongues flicked them, teeth scraping and biting.

Claiming.

The grips on my thighs slid higher, closer and closer to the flimsy underwear the lady in red gave me. I was too far gone in all the sensations until I felt someone's finger press against my entrance, the pressure unmoving and teasing. 

I whined, my hips bucking up a bit before my legs clamped around hand, holding it in place. The touch was foreign and new, and the unfamiliar feeling had my heart hammering against my chest.

All the sensations stopped, and my face flushed in embarrassment as I  opened my eyes. I took a moment to glance down at myself, taking in the sight of my bare chest and how my panties were rolled down my legs, pooling at my ankles.

I met the eyes of the one who was touching me down there, deep lines creasing his forehead as he stared at me,

"Sweet orchid, are you a virgin?"