Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

Chapter 125: And Why Aren’t You Wearing Your Underwear, Lilith?

The sensation was overwhelming.

She was hyperaware of where his hand was. Hyperaware of how far up her thigh it had traveled. Hyperaware that there was nothing between his skin and hers except the thin fabric of her dress.

"Was this where he touched you?" he asked, his voice remaining calm even as his fingers trailed between up legs.

The question was intimate. Possessive. It demanded an answer but also demanded that she acknowledge what was happening. That she name where Kieran had touched her. That she accept Sebastian’s right to confirm it.

Lilith couldn’t answer.

Her body was responding faster than her mind could process. Heat pooled between her legs. Wetness gathered where his fingers were trailing. Her breasts felt heavy. Her nipples pressed painfully against her gown.

"Was this where he touched you, Lilith?" he asked again, his voice dropping even lower.

It was barely above a whisper now. But it carried so much weight. So much intention. So much hunger.

She shook her head shakenly.

It was the only answer she could manage.

Sebastian’s hand moved then, his palm rubbing the spot with slow, deliberate circles. The pressure was building something inside her that she didn’t understand. Something that made her thighs clench. Something that made her want to press closer to his hand.

"Where else did he touch you, Lilith?" he asked.

His fingers moved upward.

Slowly. Deliberately.

She was already breathing hard now. Her cheeks were flushed, color blooming across her skin like she was on fire. Her entire body was responding to him in ways she couldn’t control and couldn’t deny.

Inside Sebastian’s chest, Rhen clawed for release.

The wolf wanted out. Wanted to claim their mate completely. Wanted to mark her, scent her, bind her to them irreversibly. Her smell alone was driving both of them nearly insane. She smelled like honey and lavender and pure arousal. It was intoxicating. It was maddening. It was everything the wolf had been starving for since the moment they’d recognized her as theirs.

Sebastian’s hand reached her vagina.

He didn’t even know when it happened. One moment his fingers were trailing along her inner thighs. The next moment his hand was there. And he discovered something that made his breath catch completely.

She wasn’t wearing underwear.

His hand stayed in that position for a long moment. Frozen. Processing.

He took a deep breath. Then another.

Closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, the gold was showing completely. Rhen was visible in his gaze. Raw need and possession flickered across his features like wildfire. The wolf was surfacing, barely contained by human will and the presence of the mindlink connection to his brothers.

"And why aren’t you wearing underwear, Lilith?" he asked.

His voice was barely controlled now. Each word was weighted with tension. With need. With hunger that was becoming harder and harder to contain.

Lilith panicked immediately.

Embarrassment poured over her like ice water. It was immediate and complete and overwhelming. She’d just finished her bath. Finn had come to call her. She’d dressed quickly, her mind spinning with questions about why Sebastian was summoning her.

She’d forgotten.

"I’m so sorry, Alpha," she stammered, her voice shaking. "I had just finished taking my bath when your beta came to call me, and... and..."

She couldn’t finish the sentence. The words wouldn’t come. Her mind was spinning too fast. Her body was responding too intensely. Everything was happening at once.

Sebastian smiled.

It was that dangerous smile again, but this time there was something else in it. Something darker. Something that showed exactly how much control he was exerting to keep himself from doing what he really wanted to do.

"And you forgot to put on your panties?" he completed for her, his voice teasing but with an edge that made her shiver.

"Have you forgotten you were coming to see the alpha that enjoyed fucking you for more than two weeks, Lilith?"

The directness of the words shocked her.

They were crude and possessive and stated as simple fact. Like he was reminding her of something she should remember. Something she should understand. Something that was obvious to her and the brothers.

"Or have you forgotten what it feels like to have my dick buried deep inside you?"

His hand was still exactly where it was. His fingers at the entrance of her pussy. Waiting. Testing. Claiming without claiming.

"Was that why you decided to come to my room without wearing panties, Lilith?" he continued, his tone playful but possessive. "Did you want this so badly that you couldn’t even take the time to dress properly?"

She tried to protest.

"No, Alpha, please..." she started, panic rising in her throat.

But she didn’t finish the sentence.

Because he moved.

Two fingers slid inside her in one smooth, deliberate motion. All the way in. No warning. No hesitation. Just pure, undeniable possession. The shock of the intrusion made her gasp sharply.

In that gasp, her entire body shifted.

Her breasts came straight to his face. Her chest pressed against him as she tried to steady herself. His face went between her breasts, and he took a deep breath....breathing her in like she was oxygen and he’d been suffocating.

"How I have missed having these breasts in my mouth," he said, his voice rough and barely controlled.

His head moved then, wiggling his face between her breasts. The intimacy of it was overwhelming. The possession was complete. His fingers were moving inside her pussy now. Faster. Deeper. Building a rhythm that made her knees threaten to give out.

She had to hold onto his shoulders for support.

Her nails dug into his skin, and she heard him groan, a low sound of satisfaction that vibrated against her chest.

Her hand moved to the back of his head.

She wasn’t pulling away. She wasn’t resisting. She was holding him to her. Accepting. Needing. Her body taking what it demanded even as her mind screamed that this couldn’t be happening.

His fingers thrust faster.