Chapter 44 SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS 2
SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS 2
MADELINE
“Come with us, little lamb.” The silver-haired one purred, voice daring, smooth, and dangerously magnetic.
My chest tightened as they moved down the hallway, their strides confident, unhurried—predators leading their prey. And me? I followed. My legs felt weak, but they moved anyway. The click of my heels echoed in the cavernous hall, the sound too loud.
The hallway itself was endless, ceilings impossibly high, walls adorned with oil paintings that seemed to watch me with silent judgment. Shadows stretched long, swallowing everything in a strange hush. The air was thick—lavender, smoke, and something darker. Male.
When we stepped into a room at the far end.
The room swallowed me whole.
The air was different here—thicker, sweeter, heavier. At first I thought it was perfume, some exotic cologne soaked into the velvet curtains and silk sheets. But then it hit my lungs like smoke. My body reacted before I could think: my chest tightening, my thighs clenching, and heat spilling low in my belly.
It wasn’t perfume. It was something else.
My breath came fast, ragged. My nipples hardened, traitorously pressing against the lace of my bra. My skin tingled as if I’d stepped into fire. No, this wasn’t natural. Something was in the air, crawling into me, curling tight around my nerves.
The doors clicked shut behind us. Locked.
My pulse spiked. I turned quickly, but the sleek black handle wouldn’t budge. By the time I faced them again, they had turned too—both staring at me, twin flames of hunger in their dark and golden eyes.
I swallowed, my lips trembling.
They didn’t speak at first. They didn’t need to. Their silence pressed heavier than words, pinning me in place, stripping away any illusion that this was still “just company work.”
I had been tricked.
“He is Lucien, and I’m Gareth.” The dark-eyed one stepped closer, his presence vast, his tone calm but cutting.
My stomach flipped. I gripped the hem of my dress, my knuckles white. My body screamed run—but my legs wouldn’t move.
Lucien, the silver-haired, circled behind me, close enough that his breath skated over my neck. My nipples hardened under my dress from that single brush of heat. “But you’ll only call us Daddy. Got it?”
The word sank into me like sin. My breath stuttered. “I—I… I can’t—”
A mistake.
Lucien pressed flush against my back, the unmistakable ridge of his erection grinding lightly against me. “Wanna change your mind, little lamb?”
“I… I…” My voice broke into nothing.
Gareth was in front of me now, towering, inescapable. His hand came up, fingers warm as they cupped my chin, tilting my face up until I was staring into endless black eyes. “You don’t have to be scared of us. We don’t bite…” His lips curved. “…unless you beg for it.”
The cruel tease made my thighs clench harder. Shame flushed hot across my chest.
Then his hand dropped away, leaving me cold, trembling. His voice was sharp when he spoke again. “Strip.”
The word cracked like a whip.
My heart stopped. “What?”
“Don’t make us wait, little lamb. Off with it, let daddy see what he bought.” Lucien’s lips brushed my ear from behind, his teeth grazing the shell of it. My knees nearly buckled.
I shook my head, panic clawing through me. “I… I can’t. Please—I can’t do this. Can I just go home?” My voice quivered, desperate, but so small.
They froze. Both watching me. As if they’d never heard the word “no” before.
“You can’t?” Gareth’s tone sharpened, though his face remained cold, unreadable. “Or you won’t?”
My heart hammered. If I said no, I’d lose everything. Dad. His life. The bills.
“I—” The word died in my throat.
“Pride won’t save him,” Gareth said softly, like a cruel promise. “But obedience will.”
My chest heaved. My lips parted. “If I do this… you’ll take care of my father’s bills? You won’t back out?”
Their gazes collided, something unspoken flashing between them. Then Gareth’s lips curved, dark and certain. “We don’t back out of a deal, little lamb.”
Lucien’s voice was silk and steel behind me. “Now take it off. Don’t make us wait anymore. Or we might change our minds.”
Tears stung my eyes. With trembling hands, I slipped the straps down my shoulders. The fabric slithered over my skin, pooling at my feet. Cool air kissed my bare flesh, goosebumps scattering across me as I stood exposed in my underwear.
Both men devoured me with their eyes.
“All of it.” Lucien’s voice was thick, filthy.
Shame burned through me as I unhooked the bra, baring my breasts to their gaze. My nipples were stiff, aching, betraying me. Last, I slid the panties down, standing utterly naked, trembling under their stare.
“Fuck.” Lucien’s growl was feral. His hand cupped my ass from behind, squeezing. “So soft.”
Gareth’s gaze sharpened, his nostrils flaring like he could scent my arousal. “She’s wet already.”
I gasped, mortified. “I’m not—!”
Lucien’s fingers brushed my thigh, feather-light, stopping short of where I burned most. “Sweet lamb, you’re dripping. Do you even know what that means?”
I shook my head. Instinct screamed at me to cover myself, to hide—but Lucien grabbed my wrists, yanking them down, spreading me open to their view. His hard body pressed to my back, his cock digging into me through his pants. “Hands at your sides, little lamb.”
I shivered. His words weren’t a request.
“Do you know what happens to lambs when they walk into wolves’ dens?” His lips grazed my neck, voice a low growl.
I shook my head, trembling.
“They get devoured.”
The word curled hot between my thighs. My body betrayed me again, slick heat dampening the inside of my legs. My breathing grew uneven, shallow.
“We've never had a thing for virgins,” Gareth muttered, his gaze hungry as he unbuttoned his cuffs slowly, deliberately. “Until you. Right, brother?"
“I’m painfully hard right now, and she hasn’t even done anything yet,” Lucien rasped, his hand gripping my ass, kneading. “I agree with you.”
My face burned. My body trembled.
Then Gareth crossed the room, his strides long, controlled. He stopped at a sleek black box resting on the table. When he opened it, the light caught on gleaming silver and slick silicone. Toys. A whole array—vibrators, clamps, polished metal plugs. My lips parted in shock, my breath tangling in my throat.
Gareth turned, holding my gaze as he gestured. “Come choose one.”
My pulse hammered. My bare feet were silent on the rug as I walked, trembling, toward him. Every inch of me exposed under their stares. My hand shook as it hovered—then landed on a slim, sleek vibrator.
Lucien chuckled. “Adorable. She chose the baby toy.”
They guided me to the massive bed, sheets dark as midnight. I sank down, feeling small, vulnerable and naked, clutching the vibrator. My skin burned under their stares.
Lucien leaned close, golden eyes glittering. “You’ve used one before, haven’t you?”
I stared at the toy in my hand, heat rushing up my neck. I've seen and heard of vibrators, but haven't used it or had a hold of it. So, I shook my head. "N—No"
Both men stilled. Their gazes sharpened, disbelief flashing. Then, in perfect unison, they exhaled—“Damn. Where the fuck have you been hiding?”
Lucien whistled low, shaking his head, “All these years you've been walking around with this little cunt and no one’s ever seen it? Not even you? God, Gareth, she’s untouched everywhere.”
Gareth’s gaze sharpened, hunger darkening his eyes. “All the better. We’ll be the ones to ruin her.”
Mortified, I dropped my eyes. My cheeks flamed.
Lucien caught my chin, forcing me to meet his golden stare. “Don’t be shy, little lamb. We’ll show you how to touch yourself for Daddy. You'll like it."
His words poured molten heat straight between my legs.
He flicked the vibrator on, the low hum filling the charged air. He place
d it in my hand, curling my fingers around it. His lips curved in a slow, dangerous smile. “Good girl. Now spread your legs for us.”