Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

She worked him until his breathing was gone....until the composed controlled Alpha was white-knuckling the chair arm and making sounds she was certain he’d never made before....and then she felt hands on her hips from behind.

Lucian.

His fingers pushed her sleep shirt up. Found her.....already slick, already aching....and he made a low rough sound against the back of her neck.

”Gods.” His voice was wrecked. ”You’re soaked.”

He pushed inside in one deep thrust.

She cried out around Nicholas’s cock.

The vibration alone made Nicholas groan....loud and unguarded....and his hand fisted in her hair and held her there while Lucian started moving. Deep rolling thrusts that rocked her forward onto Nicholas on every stroke. She was pinned between them....used from both ends simultaneously, overwhelmed from every direction....and she still didn’t want it to stop.

She couldn’t breathe properly. Couldn’t think. Just felt....Lucian’s hips against her ass, Nicholas in her throat, the heat building in her core until tears were streaming down her face.

”Look at her,” Sebastian said. His voice was wrecked too. ”Look at how she’s taking both of you.”

Lucian groaned and drove deeper.

Nicholas’s control shattered.

His hips rolled up....just once....and she took it, swallowed around him, and felt him come with a long shuddering exhale that was the least composed sound she’d ever heard from him. She swallowed every drop while Lucian pounded her toward her own edge.

She came with Nicholas still in her mouth. The orgasm crashed through her.....her whole body clenching, a muffled broken sound vibrating against his cock that made him hiss through his teeth.

Lucian followed with a rough groan, spilling inside her, his hands bruising her hips.

For a moment none of them moved.

Then Nicholas’s hand in her hair loosened. Became something gentler.

She looked up at him from the floor.

His silver eyes were looking down at her with an expression she had never seen on his face before. Something enormous and unguarded that he was already pulling back behind the mask.

”Up,” Sebastian said quietly.

He walked her to the mirror.

Floor length, dark wood frame, standing between the two windows. He positioned her in front of it and stood behind her....hands on her shoulders, turning her until she faced her own reflection.

She looked at herself.

Flushed. Lips swollen. Sleep shirt pushed up around her hips. Eyes too bright and too dark at the same time....that heat in them that she barely recognised as herself.

Sebastian’s face appeared over her shoulder in the glass. Dark eyes watching her watch herself.

”Don’t look away,” he said.

His hands moved to the hem of her sleep shirt and pulled it over her head. Left her completely bare in front of the mirror.

She started to drop her chin.

His hand came up and tilted it back. Firm. Gentle.

”I said don’t look away.”

She had no choice than to look at the mirror.

Watched his hands move over her body....cupping her breasts, thumbs moving over her nipples, his mouth dropping to her throat. Watched her own face change. The way her lips parted. The way her head tipped back against his shoulder. The way her eyes went hazy.

”Stay with me,” he said against her throat. ”Watch.”

She had no other choice than to watched her self in the mirror.

His hand slid down her stomach. Between her thighs. His fingers pushed inside and she watched her own body arch forward in the mirror....watched that broken desperate expression cross her own face....and somehow that was worse than not watching. More overwhelming. More exposed.

”Sebastian....”

”Watch.”

He worked her with his fingers....slow and thorough, his eyes moving between her face in the mirror and the reflection of his own hand between her thighs. She watched herself come undone. Every wall she’d spent years building.....visible, reflected back at her, dismantled piece by piece.

”Please,” she heard herself say. She didn’t even know what she was asking for.

He removed his fingers and pressed her forward, her hands catching the mirror frame. He pushed inside from behind and she watched that too.....watched her own eyes go wide and dark, her mouth open on a sound she couldn’t contain.

He set a slow devastating pace. Deep. Measured. His eyes in the mirror fixed on her face.

”Don’t close your eyes,” he said. ”I want you to see what you look like when you fall apart.”

She kept them open.

She watched herself fall apart.

The orgasm built slow and enormous and when it finally broke she was gripping the mirror frame with both hands.....flushed and undone and more alive than she’d ever looked.....and Sebastian came with his face pressed to the back of her neck and her name on his lips.

***

They moved to the bed after that.

Nicholas. Then Lucian again. Positions that blurred together.....on her back, her stomach, her knees. Hands and mouths and the relentless overwhelming heat of all three of them until she had nothing left and gave it anyway.

At some point she was crying.

Not from pain. Not just from too much. From something else underneath.....something her body recognised that her mind was still catching up to.

Lucian wiped her face without a word and kept pounding into her like he was trying to make up for all the weeks he had had to wait to be able to touch her again.

When it finally ended she was face down on the sheets and couldn’t have moved for anything.

Low voices. The sound of water in the bathroom. Then Sebastian on the edge of the bed, pressing a warm cloth gently over her skin, and his hand paused.

Stayed.

Just resting on her lower back.

The silence between the three of them had a quality to it. That loaded stillness of men who had all noticed the same thing and weren’t saying it yet.

She was more responsive than she’d ever been. Hungrier. More desperate.

None of them understood why.

”Sleep,” Nicholas said quietly.

She closed her eyes to sleep but even after that, even after everything, the warmth under her skin still didn’t go away.