Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty-Seven
I think I’ve fucked up. Again~ Lillyan Elyort.
Lillyan
My head feels like shit as I force my eyes open. Soft lights hit me from a different angle than it usually does on other mornings. And why is my bed surrounded by three woods? The heck? My bed is becoming hard, I need to request for a new mattress from the triplets. They can’t be treating a guest in this manner. No wonder, all my body is aching. My pussy too. Wait… Slow the fuck down.
Urgh. This damn headache. I can’t open my eyes all the way as I force myself into a sitting position. I feel cramped by the woods—and who the hell keeps wood on a bed anyway? I can’t remember doing that last night after drinking. My memory moves like fluid, increasing my headache. I had two different alcoholic drinks last night, yes. Then I stumbled my way to my room. If that isn’t enough evidence of my high drinking tolerance, I don’t know what is…
My hand creeps around the bed, seeking for my comforter, but again, my hand hits that damned wood. I whine.
“Now, that has to go,” I say determinedly, rubbing on my eyes with my other hand, and thankfully opening them to a point where they stay open. The room looks and smells different. The healthy breathing from my side makes me almost jump in surprise. Black sky, please, no.
I stare down at my naked body, then at the ‘three woods’ which turns out to be the men I’ve been steadily trying to avoid. I don’t want to piece two-two together, and I hate the way my heart is spiraling fast. What the fuck happened last night? Another pain splits through my head, and I feel like if it continues at this rate, my skull might crack open soon enough. The perks of being a divinity are just too much. I’m beginning to see that now. If this damned hangover came with drinking while I was back on my planet, I’d quit being an alcoholic without being prompted by my dad or brothers. Back to the reason why I’m suddenly sandwiched between these–
I look around their bodies. Their upper bodies are bare, and I feel uncomfortable. If I move to the right side, I’d hit Xavier, and if I move to the left, Xander. Xarius is laying close to my feet, looking so peaceful that I would be deceived if I haven’t experienced firsthand how cunny these men can be. Trust them to take advantage of my drunk state to have their way with me. I’m partly disgusted and—black sky, I hate to admit it—but I’m excited. How long has it been since I had sex? Last night, it’d seem.
Fuck.
After the shocking realization that I had sex with these men, comes the fact that I have to face the consequences. What happens next? I can’t deny the fact that I’m attracted to them. Okay, Xander aside. Xarius too. And Xavier is too nonchalant for words. I don’t want them more than having just sex. And I don’t even see myself falling in love with any of them. Eww.
The memories of last night crashes in just I start to sneak my way out of the hold of their strong bodies.
“Please,” I gasped.
Xarius smirked. “Please, what? What do you want? Say it.”
“Make me cum.” I begged.
Another “fuck” escapes my throat as I feel the harsh bowl of humiliation covering me. I was an absolute slut last night. I was–
“Going somewhere?” A sexy drawl sounds behind me, and momentarily stunned, I turn around to see Xavier staring straight at me, and my breath comes out in a slow exhale.
“I didn’t know you had sight issues. What a shame for an Alpha.” I retort. I’m not ashamed that I had sex with them, I just hate the fact that it wasn’t done with my consent. If they think I’m going to hide my face, they have another thing coming.
He’s taken aback by my response, and I smile inwardly. Good.
His eyes trail down my body, and I feel self-conscious. His eyes darken, and a red glow flashes from them. I back away. No fucking way. In my bid to leave the room, I forget that Xarius is lying at the lower part of the bed, and my leg bumps against his muscular arm. Shit. He rises, eyes searching around. Xander chooses that damn moment to stir.
“Oh, she’s awake,” Xarius says lazily, and my heart skips. Do they all sound this sexy every morning? If they’ll accept to be my fuck mates, it won’t be bad. After all, all hide and no fuck makes Lillyan a frustrated girl. But, black sky, I feel sore in between my legs.
“She is,” Xavier replies, eyes challenging me. “And she was trying to run away.” He adds.
“I wasn’t–”
“Oh, you were. I sensed it,” Xander interrupts, a mysterious gleam in his eyes. “Funny how you claimed to belong to us last night, and try to run away this morning.” His eyes bear into me.
“I don’t belong to you. Either of you.” I snap, irritation swimming through my veins. What are they feeling like? My voice is curt. “It’s just sex. Many people have it all the time, in case you’re not aware.” I finish off, my chest rising the way it usually does when I’m angry.
Xarius chuckles. I can feel him closing in from behind me. His chest brushes my back, and his fingers trail down my breasts. I try to pull away, but the sensation is electrifying, hot, and I want more. I’m starting to get aroused. I eye the door from the side.
“But we aren’t ’many people,’ Hawthorn. We are your mates.” He says.
“I’m not your–”
“Shh,” his warm breath fans my neck and an involuntary shiver from me follows suit. He leans down to nibble on my nape, and I bite back a moan. I can’t explain it, but Carlos never ignited such reaction from me whenever we had sex. Neither did any man. Or was it because they’re my supposed mates? His hand cups my breasts, and I swear, my brain feels like mush. “You can keep denying it, Hawthorn. We fucked you last night, and you screamed our names so loud that I’m sure the entire pack heard you. That isn’t how you react to people you claim to hate, you know…” he pauses, his hand inching downward toward my clit. My brain finally snaps out of its blurry mode, and I decide it’s time to go.
“Let go. Now.” I command.
“Is that so?” I don’t need to see him to know he’s smirking from behind me. Before I can make my escape, his finger pushes into my pussy, and my breath is stolen away. “I didn’t hear you the first time, Hawthorn. What did you say?” He questions, curling his finger, and adding another. My eyes roll.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“Fuck?” A teasing lilt is in his voice. “Interesting.” He mocks. “Tell me, Hawthorn. Do you want me to let go?”
“I–”