Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Xanthea]

Turning over to evade the light that filled Asher's bedroom through the glass walls, I snuggled into the soft pillow, gently curling myself in a fetal position under the warm blankets.

I let out a low groan, feeling the throbbing soreness and ache coursing through my body. The soreness was particularly concentrated in my waist, legs, and groin. Massaging my neck, I sat up on the bed, half awake.

The bed faced the cityscape.

I opened my eyes to the skyscrapers that stood touching the clouds. My eyes remained transfixed on the majestic architecture. Asher's penthouse was in the tallest skyscraper.

'Living at this height must have made it easier for him to keep an eagle eye view on the pack,' Raven had remarked in a sarcastic tone as we got into the private elevator, which took us directly to the penthouse. Through the bed's faint reflection in the glass, I could now see the far hills, buildings, horizon, and clouds align in their opulent grandeur.

Last night the cityscape stretched out before me like a labyrinth of shimmering lights, steel and glass intricately woven to remind me how far beyond my reach the demon lords actually were.

Even now, when I was in Asher's penthouse, in his bed, wearing his shirt as the only clothing on my body, I felt out of place.

It wasn't just a thought. I knew I didn't belong here.

This place, this pack, the triplets. They were all too sublime for me.

The place spoke of power, royalty, and luxury, and I fitted nowhere.

I lowered my gaze to the tip of my fingers peeking from behind the black cuffs of Asher's shirt that drowned my palms. The soft fabric caressed my bare skin.

Holding back a blush, I lowered my eyes as the memories of last night flooded back into my mind. My mind became clearer the more those memories bled into my consciousness. Asher had helped me wear this shirt after the bath.

I was half asleep and half awake when Raven carried me into the penthouse. Asher had teleported and was already here before us.

Ezra didn't come. Asher told us that Ezra had to attend some urgent meeting.

The flavor of chicken soup and sandwiches still lingered on my tongue.

'You can't go to sleep empty stomach. You need to eat. Come on, open your mouth...' Asher fed me the dinner right before I passed out into a slumber.

But everything that happened before it. My core throbbed just at the thought. Squeezing my thighs together, I curled my knees close to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

Biting my lips, I peered at the picturesque view before me that faded into the flashes of last night.

Raven and Asher were in the bath with me and-

Stiffening my body, I shut my eyes.

The memory of me panting breathlessly against their lips flashed in my mind. The echo of my moanful pants resonated vividly in my ears. Their groans mixing with the sound of shower and their rough breathy growls when they came inside

me-

I inhaled sharply through my clenched teeth. The rapid pounding of my heart intensified, making it harder for me to ignore the tantalizing heat rushing between my legs.

A flutter erupted around my belly. I swallowed hard, licking my lips.

My body was still just as sensitive as it was last night. Every inch of my skin, every nerve in my body, was overstimulated.

My cries and pleads still rang in my head like they echoed in the open shower last night, igniting something fervently fiery inside me.

I remember the tingle of every drop of water that slithered down my fevered skin, followed closely by their scorching hands. Every sound, every sensation, still sizzled in the intoxicating heat that refused to leave my body and mind. 'I can't... I can't anymore... uh! Please stop... I can't take it anymore... no more... ah!'

'Go back to sleep, omega. Leave your body in our care. We'll take good care of it...'

I slapped my hands over my ears as though doing so would stop the heavily lecherous memories from playing in my mind.

They were sharing me during the sex, but it seemed as though they were competing for dominance over me. The push and pull. The pain and pleasure-

I ran my hands through my hair, fisting them in tight grips.

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It was maddening. Nothing like I had ever felt before.

One second Asher was fucking me against the wall, water streaming down our bodies and the other, I was wrapped in Raven's arm as he pinned me against the glass and kissed me - took me - harder. By the time they stopped, I wasn't in my right mind either.

Slow. Fast. Stop. Don't stop. Crying. Begging. Screaming. Cuming.

I was doing it all, losing all control over myself.

I wrapped my arms around myself, squeezing my knees closer to my breasts.

What is wrong with me?

Why can't I stop thinking about it?

Why am I craving it again, just as insanely?

I must be out of my mind.

My nipples hardened just at the reminisce of their touch, the pressure of their grip, their lips on mine, their bites on my skin-

"Fuck, Xanthea!" I gritted my teeth. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

A cool gust flowed into the room, carrying with itself a faint scent of jasmine.

I turned my head towards the fluttering translucent white curtains.

I pulled off the blanket and the cool air of the penthouse gently brushed past my skin beneath Asher's shirt as I got down from the bed. Feeling the plush carpet beneath my feet, I made my way towards the curtains.

As I gently drew the curtains aside, a breathtaking view of a river unfolded before my eyes.

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A soft smile made its way across my lips as I approached the picture window, its panes slightly ajar, allowing the gentle breeze to drift into the room. "Wow~" I smiled at the view.

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Smile faltered from my face as I peered at the two flower pots placed beside the window.

Another breeze rushed into the room, fluttering the freshly bloomed jasmine flowers and the vibrant forget-me-nots placed right next to them.

I knit my brows, trying to comprehend how finding those flowers in Asher's bedroom made me feel when I heard the door click open and I swiftly turned around, drawing back the curtains how they were before. Asher entered the room. His eyes skimmed from the flowerpots to me.

I peered at him, breathing heavily as the pounding in my chest got worse.

He calmly walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

"I think I owe you an apology," he said, strutting closer to me.

I don't know why I took a step back, feeling the curtains flutter behind me.

He stood shirtless before me in black pants. The scratch marks of my nails were still fresh on his skin. From his tattooed back to his neck, to his chest, to his abs, those lewd red lines marked him.

He peered at me and my eyes darted everywhere they could to avoid his gaze.

"I should've gotten your permission before taking those plants from your garden," he said, and I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes.

He took those plants from my garden?

"I'm sorry," he whispered, holding my gaze.

A storm of unfathomable emotions surged within me, warming my heart, teasing it - touching it like it had never been touched before. "Why?" My voice came out lower than a whisper. "Why did you take those plants... from... my garden?"