Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

Lucian closed his eyes for a minute.

Lilith’s scent at four thirty in the morning was something entirely different from her scent during the day. During the day it was warm and clean and underneath everything...that unique scent that was just her.

But at four thirty in the morning after hours of sleep.....

It was devastating.

It felt warmer, and there was something underneath it that was soft and sleep-warm and entirely unguarded that made Zev slammed forward so hard as if he was trying to take over, the force was so hard that Lucian had to grip the door frame with both hands just to stay on his feet.

He was not going inside. He told himself

He was absolutely not going inside.

But in the end he couldn’t stop himself, he opened the door and entered the room.

The room was dark except for the moonlight coming through the curtains.

Lilith was asleep on her back in the center of the bed.

Lucian stood in the doorway and looked at her.

Her dark hair spread across the pillow in every direction. Her lips slightly parted. Her chest rising and falling slowly in the deep even rhythm of someone completely under. One arm thrown above her head. The other resting across her stomach.

The sheets had tangled around her during the night.

Pulled down to her waist.

Her sleep shirt had ridden up slightly....just enough that the hem sat at the very top of her thighs....and her legs were slightly apart.

Lucian didn’t move from the doorway for a long time.

He should leave. He told himself to leave.

He knew that was the best thing to do right now.

He was very clearly aware that he should turn around and walk back down that corridor and go back to his room and sit with the whiskey he was not going to drink and wait out the rest of this night the way he had waited out every other night for years now.

He looked at Lilith sleeping.

At the way the moonlight fell across her face. At the mark on her throat, glowing faintly gold even in the dark. At the slight part of her lips and the way her lashes fanned across her cheeks and the way her whole body had given itself completely over to sleep.

He crossed to the bed, stood at the edge of it.

His eyes moved down her body slowly. Over the sleep shirt. Over the tangled sheets at her waist. Over the bare skin of her thighs where the sheets had pulled away.

Her scent was everywhere in this room.

On the pillow. On the sheets. in the air itself.

Lucian breathed it in and felt the curse go from sharp to unbearable in the space of one breath.

His hands found the edge of the sheets and he moved them aside carefully.

Lilith shifted slightly in her sleep but did not wake. Just turned her head slightly on the pillow and exhaled and went back under.

Lucian looked at her.

At the bare skin of her thighs. At the small scrap of fabric between them. At the way her legs had fallen slightly further apart when he moved the sheets.

Her scent hit him again and it was stronger than the last time.

Lucian knelt at the edge of the bed.

His hands moved to her thighs, his hands against the inside of her thighs spreading them slightly wider. She was so warm under his palms. Sleep-warm and soft and completely unaware.

He looked at her for one more moment.

Then he moved her underwear aside.

And lowered his head.

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Lilith POV

Lilith woke up to warmth between her thighs.

Wet. Insistent. Already working her open.

Her eyes flew open. She looked down and saw that Lucian was between her legs.

His mouth on her pussy like he had been there for a while already. His large hands pinning her hips flat to the mattress so she could not move even if she wanted to.

Lilith did not want to move.

That was the shameful part.

She had been asleep thirty seconds ago and her body was already completely on board.....hips pushing forward, thighs falling wider apart, a sound climbing her throat that she had absolutely not given permission to.

Lucian’s golden eyes found hers over her stomach.

He did not slow down, he Just looked at her like he had every right in the world to be exactly where he was.

The worst part?

He did.

She grabbed the sheets with both hands.

”Lucian...” she gasped.

He pulled back just enough to speak. Mouth wet. Golden eyes completely blown. His hair disheveled in a way that meant he had been awake for a very long time before he came here.

”Good morning,” Lucian said, then went straight back to work.

Lilith’s back arched clean off the mattress.

She should stop him. She knew that. She should ask him what he was doing in her room at....she glanced at the window....clearly not even dawn yet. She should be angry. Demanding answers. Being at least slightly sensible about this.

But her hands found his hair instead and pulled him closer.

She stopped pretending she wanted anything except exactly this.

His tongue pushed inside her and she stopped thinking in complete sentences.

Lucian ate her pussy like he had been waiting to do exactly this for hours.

Because he had actually.

There was no build up, no gentle introduction. Just his mouth on her immediately....his tongue working inside her, his lips sealing around her clit and sucking hard that she was grabbing his hair with both hands and making sounds she could not control within sixty seconds of waking up.

The obscene wet sounds of his mouth on her filled the quiet bedroom.

Lilith felt heat flood her face.

She was embarrassingly wet already. She could feel it, and Lucian could definitely feel it and from the sound he made against her clit he did not find it embarrassing at all.

”You were already wet,” Lucian said, his tongue circling her clit. ”Before I even touched you. In your sleep Lilith.” He groaned and the vibration went straight through her core. ”Do you know what that does to me.”