Chapter 177 - Bullied Mate Of The Alpha Triplets

Priscilla's POV

"...And we scored our first goal," Tristen said, chuckling, and I smiled softly. I couldn't tell why, but his laugh sounded so smooth and comforting at that moment. I took an extra look at Tristen; he had really grown to be a fine man. Everything about him was so attractive; I had been so distracted by Lucas I failed to pay Tristen any attention, and I was finally seeing him in a different light.

Every little thing he did was attractive and drew me to him. As he spoke, his tongue peeked out and ran slowly over his lower lip. The action made me do the same as I quietly thought about how his lips would feel on mine.

I blinked and shook my head, my cheeks burning at the thoughts that filled my head.

"Is everything okay, Priscilla?" He asked, looking worried at my now red face, and I nodded, looking at my feet embarrassingly.

"Yeah, uh," I cleared my throat. "I'm fine."

"You know, you've turned out to be such a fine and attractive woman," Tristen said, and I raised my head to look at him in surprise.

"Really?" I mumbled.

"Yeah," He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair, and my face was bright red. Tristen was complimenting me.

"You look good enough to eat," He said smirking, and I blushed.

The thought of Tristen buried between my legs, eating me up, and making me scream made me feel a weird sensation I hadn't felt in years. I squeezed my legs shut, and I said the dumbest thing I had ever said in my life.

"Would you eat me?" I blurted out, and my hand rushed over my mouth. I looked away immediately, embarrassed, and Tristen stared with his mouth open in shock while I mentally scolded myself. How could I say such a thing?

I couldn't stop myself or hold it back; I just had to see it, and Tristen's next words almost made me fall off my seat.

"I mean, If you would let me," I whipped my head towards him, my eyebrows raised in surprise. Before I could say anything, he raised his hands towards me while I stared at his open hand in a questioning manner.

"Let's get out of here?" He gave me a smile that I couldn't say no to. I didn't know what gave me the extra confidence I had that evening. I couldn't tell if it was the wine I had drunk earlier or if this was entirely on me. But I shunned any thoughts and placed my hand in his hand.

"Yeah, let's get out of here."

Tristen and I walked away from the noisy festival, and by this time, I had totally forgotten about Stacy. We passed the back route, which was less crowded, and took his private elevator, which led us straight to his suite.

When we got in, he pushed me to the door, and I felt his lips on my neck. "Well? Would you like to be eaten?" He asked in the most seductive tone I had ever heard, and I could feel myself cum already.

"Tristen," I mumbled lowly. This was toture; how did I get myself in this messy situation?

"Tell me, do you want to be eaten? Huh," he drew out lazily

His words enthralled me from within. I licked my lips.

His deep gaze flickered to the slow, tiny action. When his fingers dug into my waist, my breath quickened. His mouth was on me, and my skin hummed to life. I wanted that mouth everywhere. He trailed a kiss from my throat to my neck, sucking and biting. I whimpered, clutching his shoulders

He pulled back, and I held his stare, feeling everything else drown into nothingness. Without another word, I grabbed his shirt and yanked him to me. I kissed him haphazardly, with as much desperation as I could muster.

Tristen instantly responded; his hand slid into my hair, angling my head, and I let out a soft moan.

He paused. Suddenly, he kissed me a bit harder, with more desire and desperation, like a man starved. He kissed my bottom lip; then his tongue thrust into my mouth while my hand gripped his shirt. He licked my insides, our tongues mating

He whispered in my ear before he again covered my lips. This time, though, he was very gentle, teasing and licking and pecking my lips as he slipped his hands under my shirt. He placed his hand on my abdomen and trailed it up to my breast. My nipples were already hard from desire.

My senses were on overload. The softness of his kiss and his tender touch felt extremely good. I kissed him back as best as I could, and my body arched into his hands without my intention.

Soon, my dress was on the ground, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of him naked.

"Beautiful," Tristen mumbled, and I blushed, feeling shy. I tried to cover myself, but he held my hand and growled, "Don't."

He carried me to the king-sized bed and gave me a private strip show. I watched as he stripped naked, my eyes never leaving him, and he soon walked up to me like a predator walking towards his prey.

Once he knew that he had my full attention, he slipped his hands down to my sex and which was already wet with desire.

Tristen's eyes blazed with something indescribable, and as he pushed a finger inside my wet pussy, he simultaneously pushed his tongue through my lips. The tingling feelings I was experiencing in my body were sensational. He then slid his fingers in and out and, after a while, inserted another finger while his thumb caressed the little bud just above my entrance.

My mind felt like a bomb was about to explode as his fingers played havoc with my pussy. I was incredibly sensitive to his touch, and my moans turned wild as I neared that explosion. However, just as I was about to explode, Tristen stopped.

"Tristen… Please! Oh, please," I begged as I kissed him intently. I desperately wanted to feel that feeling again! What I felt years ago. I hadn't been with anyone since him. I hadn't felt any pleasure, I hadn't cum.

"Just wait, Priscilla, it's not time yet…" he said over my lips.

Removing his soaked fingers from inside me, he turned over so that he was now resting on his elbows, with me in between them and his face just above my exposed breasts. He started playing with them, with his tongues, sucking and licking each one before moving his lips down towards my belly. But he didn't stop there. He kept going down until his nose was right over my vaginal lips.

"I'll ask for the last time. Do you want to be eaten?" He gave an evil smile, and it didn't take me a second to blurt out, "Yes."

"Good girl."

I was still trying to decipher what just happened, but he didn't give me a chance because, the next moment, he put his head down, and his warm, wet tongue started licking me there!

I was shocked and embarrassed at first, but my brain was forced to be shut down as his tongue tasted me. His mouth was licking and sucking - it was all too much for me to handle.

I thrashed from the pleasure; my hands went to his head, but I didn't know whether to push him away or to pull him closer.

All of a sudden, I started to feel that bubbling feeling again begin to increase. I moaned, arched my body, reacting to his every teasing. He kept the torture up without letting go.

"Tristen…" I whispered in between moans. "Tris.. I… mmmm." I could no longer form the words as the feeling increased and increased.

Tristen knew I was getting closer and closer, and so he slid two fingers inside me as his tongue did its magic. I couldn't describe the feeling, how I felt at that moment

It was only mere seconds after that that I was finally relieved of the torture. He made me feel like I had reached the highest point of heaven, it was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced.

But he wasn't done yet…