Chapter 36 Chapter 36
Chapter 36 Chapter 36
Luceila’s POV
The next day I refused to leave my room. I could face the brothers, not after what Silas did.
“Way to go, Lucelia," I scolded myself. “I just gave them a reason to believe Ruan's claim that I threw myself at the garden."
I stayed in my room all day, but Draven requested I join dinner at the dining table. I knew better than to disobey the Alpha, because my mother would chew me raw.
That evening, the long dining hall felt more like a battlefield than a place to eat, but I didn't have a choice. Here I sat, directly across from Rein, Ruan, and Silas, with my mother Luciana on my left and the heavy oak table between us.
Servants moved quietly, placing dishes of roasted meat, vegetables, and warm bread. My body still ached faintly from last night’s potion and the strange calm Silas’s kiss had brought, but I kept my eyes down on my plate, hoping to remain invisible.
I could feel mother's scornful glare, as mild conversation flowed stiffly around pack matters and alliances.
The alpha spoke in his deep, commanding voice. “The rival pack has been testing our borders again, we need to think of a way to claim what's ours.”
I kept picking at my food, barely even opening my mouth. I stayed quiet, like it could make me invisible if I did. I wanted to stay completely unseen.
“Something wrong, Luceila?” My mother asked.
My fingers froze around the fork.
“N-no,” I managed, voice barely steady.
Suddenly, I felt something between my thighs. A foot. I looked up and met Reis’s grin. His foot reached higher, pressing between my thighs. I clamped them together instinctively, but he wedged his toes firmly against my core, rubbing slowly and deliberately. Circling over my panties, as heat flooded me instantly.
My wolf, still fragile from the episode, stirred. I bit my lip hard, trying to focus on cutting my meat. Reis’s toes pressed harder, finding my clit through the fabric and stroking.
Pleasure began to build inside me, fast. My breathing grew shallow. Across the table, Reis took a calm sip of wine, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
Ruan noticed.
As soon as Rein withdrew his foot, Ruan replaced it. His touch was rougher, and more demanding. Two toes pushed my panties aside, sliding along my now-slick folds before pressing inside me slightly. I gripped the edge of the table, a tiny whimper escaping before I turned it into a cough.
“Are you unwell?” The Alpha asked, frowning.
“Just… the food is spicy,” I lied breathlessly.
Ruan’s toes thrust in and out, but not deep. Curling just enough to brush that sensitive spot inside, making my thighs tremble.
I couldn't risk being caught, not by my mother. Worst still, the Alpha. Pleasure heightened, pushing me close to the edge.
Silas watched me intently. When Ruan finally pulled back, leaving me empty and aching for more, Silas took his turn. His foot was gentler but no less devastating.
His big toe circled my swollen clit with pressure while the others teased my entrance. I rocked subtly against his toe, desperate for relief.
“Pass the bread, Luceila,” Mother said coldly.
My hand shook as I reached for it. Silas increased the pace, rubbing faster. The orgasm crashed over me without warning. I clenched my clit, biting down hard on my lip to stay silent. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, my core pulsing as I came hard under the table.
My vision blurred for a second as I gripped my knife tightly, pretending to focus on my plate while my body trembled through the aftershocks.
“Good girl,” Silas murmured so quietly only I could hear.
His foot lingered, soothing me gently as I came down. The table conversation continued, training schedules were discussed. Mother complained about pack gossip, the brothers ate calmly, but their eyes burned when they glanced at me.
It started again after a few minutes. Reis’s toes returned, slick with my release, sliding easily against my oversensitive clit.
“You look flushed, sister,” he said casually across the table. “Perhaps you need more water.”
My mother's face darkened with hatred as she glared at me.
I drank obediently, but couldn’t hide the soft gasp when his big toe pushed inside me. He fucked me slowly with it, shallow thrusts that made my hips jerk involuntarily.
My pussy made wey sounds that were muffled under the table.
Ruan took over next, more aggressive. Two toes plunged deeper, stretching me as his sole pressed firmly against my clit. He rubbed and thrust in and out fast, driving me toward another organism.
I spread my legs wider under the table without meaning to, aching my core toward his toes.
“Control yourself,” Mother hissed quietly beside me, mistaking my discomfort for something else.
“I’m fine,” I whispered, voice strained.
Ruan’s relentless toe-fucking pushed me over the edge again, and I came harder this time, thighs shaking, a tiny moan slipping out disguised as clearing my throat. My wetness coated his foot.
He withdrew slowly, his eyes sparkled with satisfaction.
Silas was last. His touch was almost loving, circling my clit tenderly, then pressing two toes deep and holding them there while massaging that perfect spot.
“Breathe,” he mouthed across the table when I looked up and met his gaze.
The gentleness combined with the filthy act sent me spiraling fast. I came a third time, biting my napkin to stay quiet, tears of overwhelming pleasure and shame pricking my eyes.
By the time dessert arrived, I was trembling, panties soaked, thighs sticky, core still pulsing. The brothers looked composed, but I could see the tension in their jaws and the way they shifted in their seats.
The Alpha set down his wine. “I expect all of you to present a united front at the next pack gathering. Including you, Silas.”
“Yes, Father,” the brothers chorused.
Under the table, Reis’s foot returned for one final, lazy stroke along my oversensitive folds. Ruan smirked faintly. Silas watched me quietly, but intensely.
My mother leaned closer. “Stop drawing attention to yourself,” she whispered harshly.
If only she knew.
Dinner finally ended. I stood on shaky legs, feeling their combined release dripping down my thighs as I excused myself. The brothers rose too, lust and hunger blazing in their eyes. The bond was tightening its grip, whether we wanted it or not.