Chapter 45 SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS 3
SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS 3
MADELINE
I lowered my head again, hesitating. But then Gareth leaned over me, his fingers brushing my hair. "Obedience, little lamb. That's what we want tonight."
Tears stung the corners of my eyes. Slowly and shamefully, I parted my thighs.
"You're dripping wet, little lamb" Lucien's lips curled with a wicked smile. The golden glow in his eyes sharpened as his hungry gaze pinned me like he wanted nothing more than to devour me.
Patting my hair, Gareth growled "Good girl," his voice low, approving and terrifyingly erotic. "Now... Put it against your clit, slow."
The vibrator was still buzzing in my hand. I swallowed hard and lowered it between my legs. The second it touched me, I gasped, my hips jerking at the sudden jolts of pleasure.
Lucien's laugh was dark and filthy, "Ohh she likes that."
My face burned. Jolts of pleasure whacked through me. I tried to stifle my moans, but it kept slipping out as the toy pulsed against me. My chest rose and fell, my legs trembling from the sheer intensity.
Both stood beside me, at the foot of the bed. Fully clothed, but watching me. Their eyes glowed unnaturally, narrowing as they licked their lips like predators watching its prey struggle. Their chest rose and fell too fast, as though keeping their instincts leashed took effort.
"Faster," Gareth ordered.
"Open wider," Lucien added, voice husky with hunger, "Squeeze and pinch your nipples. Touch yourself, little lamb. Show us how desperate you are."
My hands obeyed without thoughts. One, pressing harder against my clit, the other reached out to squeeze my hardened nipples.
"Oh—" the moan slipped out of my lips, as my body burned hotter with pleasure.
"Do you realize how wet you are, little lamb? Do you? Realize how desperate and needy you look, right now?"
My body moved on its accord, rubbing and circling the toy against my clit. My hand moved from my nipples to every part of me, touching, feeling myself and moaning. I was so slick with arousal it spilled down my thighs.
The air was thick with their scent—wild, smoky, and feral. It clung to my tongue, invaded my lungs, and every breath made my body burn hotter. My thighs clenched on their own, shameful wetness seeping faster than I could deny.
They moved, as if unable to control their lust anymore.
Gareth shed his shirt with precise movements, undoing his cuffs as though undressing was a ritual. Lucien, by his contrast, ripped off his shirt, baring a chest corded with muscles and tattoos. Their pants followed, their belts clinked and the fabric went down.
My breath caught. My eyes widened. Their cocks were massive, hard, thick with veins and glistening with pre ejaculate.
"Touch yourself, little lamb. Pleasure yourself for us." Lucien rasped.
Their hands wrapped around their cocks, slow and deliberate, as they began to stroke themselves. Watching me touch myself.
Their actions fueled a desire in me and my movements fastened. My pussy pulsed with needs, and clenched its emptiness.
They groaned, panting hard as they stroked themselves.
My moans continued to spill, filling the room, high and desperate. My blood roared in my ears, heat and pleaaure jolted over me, daring me to an edge I couldn't fathom, but need to reach.
They stroked harder, their cocks painfully hard and thick. Consumed by primitive instinct and undeniable pleasure, I craved their cocks.
"Look at her," Gareth hissed, stroking himself harder "She's begging and she doesn't even know it."
Lucien leaned down, so close his lips brushed my ear. His voice was low, feral, dripping with sinful promise. "We want to watch you come... Little lamb, come for us."
He pinched my nipple, the other hand, stroking his cock. My stomach tightened and my climax ripped through me violently, it was sharper than anything I’d ever known. It was like my veins caught fire, my core pulsing in waves that felt endless. My body shook, drenched in heat, as though they’d unlocked something feral inside me.
"Fuck!," both groaned and was on me in an instant.
Lucien's hand traced my trembling thighs, until he found my clit, and ran his thumb over it. His fingers glistened with my slick as he brought it to his lips. He locked his gaze with me, and put the finger into his mouth, sucking and tasting it.
He growled, his face strung with ecstasy. "You taste so fucking good, little lamb."
Heat rippled through me, at his compliment. Hot and sizzling. I didn't have time to dwell in it, when I felt Gareth's finger plunge into me.
"Ahh—" I moaned, clenching around him so tight, he swore.
"So needy and greedy." He hissed, adding another finger.
Lucien spread my thighs apart, and my back hit the bed. His tongue found my clit, his hand on my breast.
"Never tasted something so sweet like you, little lamb." He hummed and began to lick my clit.
Gareth fingers also began working me, thrusting slow and deep, as Lucien sucked and licked my arousal.
I've never felt the kind of pleasure I was feeling right now. My body trembled, trying to pull away from the intensity, but my thighs were pinned tightly, I couldn't move. Only take what they're giving and doing to me.
"Ohh—my—god! Lucie—"
He squeezed my breasts so hard, the words fell of my mouth. "It's Daddy, to you. Say Daddy."
"D—"
Gareth added another finger and plunged faster. I shut my eyes, my back arching off the bed, as I instantly reached for his hand. "Pleasee—"
"Please what?" He taunted ruthlessly, going faster.
"Please Daddy— AHH!"
Lucien bit my clit, sucking harder and more urgent than before. God, I was dying from pleasure.
"Come for us, little lamb. Let's see you shatter." Gareth murmured and that was all it took for another wave of orgasm to crash over me.
My body convulsed. I sobbed, pulling my hips from the wicked things they were doing to me. But I was trapped, and they didn't stop.
"So sensitive." Lucien murmured over my clit. Sucking and licking me like a starved man.
"Come on, let me have a taste." Gareth said to his brother, as his fingers paused inside me.
Lucien moved, and crawled up the bed, so he was facing me. "Sweet little thing," he praised, and grabbed my hand to wrap around his cock.
He was heavy, thick and hot. And my hand was trembling.
I couldn't help the moan that was escaped by mouth as Gareth's hot tongue flattened over my pussy. He dragged each lick, slowly and taunting. He groaned, then continued to lick.
"Stroke it harder, little lamb. You want it in your mouth, don't you? You want to have a taste of my cock." Lucien ordered, moving his hip in my hand.
I nodded.
"Words, sweet thing."
"Y—Yes Daddy—"
"Yeah, What do you want?"
"I—I— Ahhh!" He pinched my nipple, while Gareth's tongue shoved into my entrance.
"Tell me what you want, little lamb."
"Your cock! I want your cock—" I choked, sobbing.
"Where?" Their torture increased.
"Please—"
"Louder!" Lucien demanded, his cock swelling in my palms, as his movements became urgent.
"My mouth— I want it in my mouth!"
"Good girl." He chuckled darkly and shoved two fingers in my mouth.
"You'll take our cocks like the good girl you are, right?"
I nodded. A mistake.
"Yes— Yes—Daddy."
Lucien’s cock pressed heavy against my lips, his tip smeared with pre-cum. His golden eyes burned down at me as Gareth’s tongue d
rove deeper inside me.
"Open wide, little lamb," Lucien growled. "Because when we’re done, your throat will remember your Alphas."