Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

The night was heavy with silence in Lucian’s private room within the Blackwood quarters.

He lay on his bed fully clothed, his body tense despite the late hour. Sleep wasn’t coming. His mind was too active. His body was too restless. Zev was pacing inside him like a caged animal, unable to settle, unable to find peace.

The tension had been building all day. Since the breakfast service. Since watching her hands shake as she poured his coffee. Since smelling her arousal when they’d simply looked at her across the dining hall. Since knowing that his brothers were seducing her just as deliberately as he was, and his turn would come soon.

He stared at the ceiling of his darkened room, his hands clasped behind his head. His cock was already half-hard just from his thoughts. From memories of her body during the contract. From fantasies about what he wanted to do to her now that she was here, on Shadowmere territory, within his reach.

The clock on the wall showed nearly midnight. Most of the compound was asleep. Most of Shadowmere had settled into the quiet rhythms of night.

But Lucian wasn’t sleeping.

He was lying here, aching, desperate, holding onto control by the thinnest thread. Zev was howling inside him, demanding release, demanding action, demanding that he go to her.

No, Lucian told himself for what felt like the hundredth time. Nicholas’s orders. We wait. We’re patient. We do this right.

But his body didn’t want to be patient. His body wanted to go to her room right now. His body wanted to claim her. His wolf wanted to mark her, bond her, make her undeniably his.

He tried to focus on his breathing. Tried to center himself. Tried to bring his arousal under control through sheer force of will.

It wasn’t working.

And then...

The smell hit him like a physical force.

Her arousal.

It was unmistakable. Intoxicating. Driving straight through his control like a blade through silk.

Lilith is dreaming again and from the smell of the arousal, she is touching herself.

The realization made his entire body go rigid.

He could smell her. Could practically taste her. The scent of her arousal was pouring out of her room and into his through the psychic connection of their bond. The bond that still connected them even though she didn’t fully understand what it was.

She was dreaming about them. He knew it. He could feel it through the bond. She was asleep and lost in fantasy and her hands were between her legs and she was....

He couldn’t think. Couldn’t rationalize. Couldn’t talk himself out of this.

Before he could consider the consequences, before he could weigh Nicholas’s warnings against his own desperate need, his body was moving.

He stood up from the bed. His movements were automatic. Mechanical. Driven by something deeper than conscious thought.

Lucian walked toward her room.

His entire body was already responding. His cock was fully hard now, aching with need. His skin felt too tight. His wolf was screaming inside him, desperate and feral and completely overcome with the need to reach her.

The corridor between his room and hers seemed impossibly long. Each step felt like it was taking forever. Each moment without her felt like torture.

When he reached her door, he could smell her even more strongly. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming. It was all he could do not to burst through the door and take her immediately.

Instead, he raised his hand and knocked.

Gently. Carefully. A soft sound that wouldn’t startle her if she was awake.

He waited.

No answer.

She didn’t respond.

Lucian reached for the door handle and opened it slowly, carefully, respecting the possibility that she might truly be asleep and he should give her at least a moment to wake if she wanted to.

The door swung open silently.

And then he saw her.

Lilith was on the bed, exactly as he’d imagined. Her black gown was still partially on her body, but her legs were spread wide. Her hand was between her legs. Her fingers were disappearing inside herself. Her entire body was lost in the dream.

For a moment, Lucian couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything except stand in the doorway and watch.

She was beautiful. Completely uninhibited. Completely lost in pleasure.

Her hips were moving against her own hand. Her face was flushed. Her breathing was ragged. Her breasts were heaving with each breath she took.

She was completely vulnerable to him.

She was completely his.

Zev roared inside him, desperate to claim her, desperate to go to her, desperate to replace her hand with his mouth and mark her as theirs forever.

Lucian gripped the doorframe to keep himself from rushing to her. His knuckles turned white with the force of his grip. His entire body was shaking with the effort of control.

He watched her.

Minutes passed, he didn’t know how many. Time seemed to have lost all meaning.

He watched the way her fingers moved inside herself. Watched the way her body responded to her own touch. Watched the way her mouth opened in pleasure. Watched the way her eyes moved beneath closed lids, clearly lost in dreams of him and his brothers.

She was dreaming about all three of them. He could feel it through the bond. She was dreaming about being surrounded by them. Being touched by all three of them simultaneously. Being filled and claimed and possessed by all three of them at once.

And she was touching herself because of it.

The knowledge was almost too much to bear.

”Fuck,” she whispered in her sleep, and the word was like an invitation. Like permission. Like she was calling to him across the space that separated them.

His cock throbbed in response.

He could see the wetness between her legs. Could see the way her pussy was glistening in the moonlight. Could see the way she was moving, desperate and seeking, trying to reach some peak that her fingers alone couldn’t quite bring her to.