Chapter 163 Chapter 162

Chapter 163 Chapter 162
Aloria.

Once that part of the past is settled and cleared, we grow even closer. I now almost exclusively sleep with them in their chambers as a result of the nightmares about Malachyr that I still have.

But even though they have lessened considerably, the alphas still won't let me sleep alone. I'm secretly suspecting the alphas themselves like it, but they never mention it, and I'm not about to pry, so I simply enjoy it.

There's just one tiny problem growing with this new arrangement.

As the days pass, the urge to be intimate starts to grow steadily within me. At first, I can ignore it, push it aside, and focus on enjoying my time with the alphas, but lately, it's becoming an ache I can no longer ignore.

If the alphas have picked up on it, they're refusing to let it show, leaving me alone to battle with my instincts. They're probably waiting for me to say it myself—that I want them—and, to be honest, I don't know how long I can keep it hidden, especially since I'm in such close contact with them now.

I've never been one to ask for intimacy before, mainly because I have endured decades of being subjected to it, whether I want it or not.

One day, desperation pushes me to seek them out.

The simmering heat has grown into a full blaze now, my mind constantly muddled with thoughts of them. It's impossible to stay still and pretend I don't need them.

I find them in the training grounds, shirtless and sweaty, their sculpted muscles gleaming in the afternoon sun, their faces set in grim lines as they train the squires before them, who are flushed and breathless even as their eyes shine with determination.

The sight is so tantalizing that heat pools in my nether regions immediately, a strange pulse starting to bloom there as wetness gathers.

I bite my lip, ducking behind the wall I am peeking from, my thighs pressed firmly together.

Hades... They look too good like this. Tall, broad, and inherently masculine. The sweat rolling of my chest... The way their presence seems to command the very air around them.

These men are a walking disaster.

Kairos calls out orders to the young lads in front of him, hands clasped behind him, and the command reverberates through me, my heart rate spiking. I bite down on my lip to suppress the tiny sigh threatening to escape my throat, my nipples already growing taut.

Heavens... His voice. So commanding and sultry.

Even Draven is no better. He keeps stretching his body, flexing those biceps and muscles on his chest and abdomen, making me want to run my hands around them, bite into them maybe feel just how hard and bouncy they are from the way they look.

The nights I spent laying between them while I slept fill my head and I remember just how warm they'd been, his safe and secure in had felt in their hold. Now, if they could just take me back to that bed and do ungodly, unspeakable things to me...

My traitorous mind starts whipping up obscene images of what those bodies could do to me, especially if they choose to press against me from either side, sandwiching me between them.

My breath hitches, and it takes a while for me to realize those soft, needy sounds I'm hearing are coming from my own mouth, my musk already permeating the air even as between my thighs grows sodden with my essence.

That... and the training grounds are now quiet.

I look up and, to my horror, realize that the alphas have stopped their training and are now staring pointedly at me, together with some squires who are craning their heads to catch a glimpse of what their instructors are looking at.

"Aloria?" Draven calls out, slowly crossing his arms as he tilts his head to the side. "What are you doing here?"

I clear my throat, straightening, doing my best to wipe the lewd thoughts from my head, though they still linger at the edges of my mind.

"N-Nothing..." I stammer, my voice higher than I intend. "I just wanted to see how you were doing. I'll be on my way now," I say, already turning away, eager to hide my shame and lust.

"Wait..." Kairos' voice cuts through, his tone brooking no argument.

I stand ramrod straight, my heart pounding in my chest, but don't dare look back.

Soon, I hear the heavy footfalls of the alphas approaching me, and the pounding in my chest intensifies.

Before long, they are in my line of vision, peering down at me with questioning looks on their faces, their scent and the heat from training wrapping around my body, causing my body to tighten even more, my blood sizzling with want.

I swallow the lump in my throat, keeping my expression poised even as my body descends into chaos.

"What are you doing here?" Kairos asks, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"I... um..." I start, but no words make it past my mouth. Instead, my gaze locks onto his lips, and I subconsciously lick my lower lip, my eyes dragging down the rest of his body, admiring him.

Kairos' eyes darken slightly at my actions, but what truly undoes me is when his nostrils flare and he takes a deep drag of the air around him, a deep rumble starting in his chest. Behind me, Draven does something similar, except he's leaned closer, his nose almost brushing the rapid pulse in my neck.

"You're aroused..." Kairos says like it's a matter of fact.

My face burns, goosebumps already breaking across my skin.

"You caught that...?" I ask, my voice a tad too high as I try to play it off. "It's no big deal... really. I was just lost in the... um... sights. You two looked really good out there. That's all," I say, averting my gaze and looking for an opening to bolt out of here.

The alphas don't give me one. If anything... they seem to be pressing closer to me, erasing the distance between us.

"You came to see us, and now you just want to run away. Why?"

"Because..." I start again, my voice fraying at the end.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, allowing it to settle in my chest, then breathe out slowly before attempting to speak again.

"Because you two are busy, and I don't want to intrude."

"This is not an intrusion..." Kairos says, cocking his head to the side, part of his brow furrowed.