Chapter 28 Stop torturing us!

Chapter 28 Stop torturing us!
Elsie’s POV
I won.
That’s all that really mattered. They no longer held any right to treat me like a Slave again and the thought almost brought tears to my eyes.
But there was no time for tears. The three boys who had dedicated their entire life knowing me to torturing and making my life hell were now standing before me. My win wouldn’t mean anything if they refused to uphold the end of our deal.
“You can’t go back on your word,” I held Tristan’s intense gaze calmly. “As per the agreement, if I succeeded you must stop the abuse and give me the respect I deserve as your mate and most importantly, as a lycan.”
“On the condition that we begged you,” Tristan suddenly countered, leaving me nervous. “It was not a total loss.”
I shot up in bed. As I did, I was hit with a wave of nausea. I don't let myself fall. I managed to stand my ground. For a moment there though, I could have sworn I saw all three of them flinch from my almost fall. I ignored it.
“What do you mean? You kissed me!” I forced myself to stay calm despite my nerves growing on edge.
After all my hard work and everything I'd done to survive their humiliation, whores, and taunts, they still insisted on treating me as less than them. My heart bled at the thought. My wolf howled with hurt.
“Tristan kissed you, I didn’t,” Topher retorted this time with a complicated expression that only prolonged my anxiety.
I thought I had made progress with him. What happened? Did Tyler convince them to turn on me?
“N-neither did I,” Tyler coughed out, looking down at his feet unsure.
It didn’t seem likely plus something felt different. Usually, they would have shoved me against Tristan’s wall or commented on my disrespectful tone toward an alpha. Yet they haven't.
That meant one thing. All was not lost yet. I still had control, I still had leverage. Tristan had softened up enough to feed me to bed. Topher hovered all night and only left after I told him to. Tyler was distant but I was sure the guilt of possibly killing his mate would have been haunting him.
One more push. They needed one more push to forsake their overgrown wolf-sized egos. A small smile played on my lips as a plan clocked into place in my head. A desperate last resort.
“So what if you didn't beg? I just have to give you a reason to.” I reached for the back of my sundress. The hospital had cleaned it up for me and the boys brought me back in it.
I was getting sick of it anyway.
“Elsie, you’re not listening to us, there’s more we…want…to…” Tristan’s words died out as his eyes widened larger than saucers.
The room grew ten times hotter as my sundress slipped down in one smooth motion to my ankles, leaving my entire body exposed to their stunned gazes.
Tyler’s breath hitched up first. His jaw clenched tightly and his face flushed red. I was sure he had forgotten how to breathe entirely. His eyes dragged over my body with a raw primal intensity that was heating me. If he wasn't standing there, I'd think he was touching me already.
Topher looked like he was in actual pain. His fingers curled into tight white-knuckled fists. His eyes burned with the same intensity as his brother’s, as if he were restraining himself from pushing forward.
But Tristan…Tristan looked like I had ruined him entirely. The rigid composure he clung to like a shield cracked open completely, leaving a beast in its wake. A possessed starved beast.
I felt uneasy, hot and flustered by the attention but I refused to cover myself. Instead, I stood there to soak in the expressions as they lost to me.
“Elsie…” Tristan breathed out my name deeply like a warning.
Or a plea. I needed it to be a plea.
I tilted my head slightly on purpose to show off my neck. A small suggestive gesture that wasn’t received any less than me baring myself naked.
“You said I had to make you beg,” I reminded softly, keeping my voice steady despite the fire licking up my spine. “So I will.”
I took a barefoot step forward. My hair fluttered lightly on my shoulders.
Three pairs of eyes tracked my movement like predators locked onto a prey. Ironic as I was the one hunting this time. I felt powerful confirming what I’d suspected. No matter how much they denied it, it was obvious that I affected them.
The ugly, dirty, dumb slave had an effect on the all powerful Alphas triplets.
Tyler let out a low, strained groan. “Put your dress back on,” he commanded, yet there was no authority left in his voice. “Now.”
He was dangerous like that. I knew but what was the worst that could happen? He would hit me again?
I smiled softly. “No.” It landed like the challenge I intended it to be.
Topher stepped back to put some distance between us. My wolf felt saddened by that but I ignored her. Sentiment has left me nowhere out of this hell.
“This isn’t funny, Elsie,” Tristan persisted with a tight tone but his eyes betrayed him. They roamed around my body and he seemed to be relishing seeing me nude. “You’re not feeling well. You hit your head.”
“I am perfectly fine,” I cut him off before running my hand through my hair. “The question is, are you?”
His lips opened, but he remained silent. Good.
“You all wanted so badly to break me,” I closed the distance slowly, “Strip me until there was nothing left to fight back.”
I stopped in front of Tristan specifically. If he fell in line, his brothers would follow. We were now standing face to face with Topher and Tyler flanking him on both sides.
“So I’m giving you exactly that,” I whispered.
We were close, too close. My cheeks began warming up as my wolf painted pictures of the pleasures I could allow them to do to me in my head.
The feel of their rods slick inside me, their hands on my mounds, their mouths on my body. I felt like a mutt in heat. My breathing grew erratic.
It was bad. If they didn’t cave, I might.
I caught sight of Tyler’s hand twitching at his side. He was losing control. You could always count on him for that. Why wasn’t he already?
“I'm stripped down,” I leaned in slightly, dropping my voice to a sultry whisper. “Yet You’re the ones falling apart.”
The mate bond pulsed between us in suffocating waves.
Tyler growled menacingly. “Stop this,” he snapped, but it sounded more like he was pleading with me than demanding now.
I was close. So I turned my head just enough to glance at him. “Beg me.”
That did it.