Chapter 46 SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS 4
SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS 4
MADELINE
Lucien’s cock pressed against my lips, hot and heavy, pulsing with need. My lips trembled. I had never done this before. Never even touched a man like this.
“Open,” he growled, his voice sharp with command. “Be a good little lamb for Daddy.”
Tears blurred my vision as I parted my lips. The blunt, slick head slid against my tongue, and the salty taste hit me instantly. My throat bobbed in panic, but his hand fisted in my hair, holding me still.
“That’s it,” Lucien groaned, pushing deeper, feeding me inch by inch. “Look at you. Taking Daddy’s cock like a sweet little whore.”
I gagged, choking around him, drool spilling from the corners of my mouth. My hands clawed uselessly at the sheets. He didn’t stop.
Beside us, Gareth’s low chuckle cut through the room. “She looks so innocent with her lips wrapped around you. We should sweeten her up.”
I thought I’d already been broken. I thought after the way they made me touch myself, the way they made me scream and beg, that I’d given them everything.
But I was wrong.
The moment Lucien pulled me down against the sheets, wrists bound above my head with Gareth’s tie, I realized—this was only the beginning.
“Spread those thighs, little lamb,” Lucien ordered, his golden eyes glinting. “Show us what’s ours.”
Heat rolled through me, my body betraying me again as my legs fell open. The cool air kissed the wet mess between my thighs, my cheeks burning with shame.
Gareth appeared beside me with something in his hand—a silver dish, stacked with little candies. Glossy, sweet, innocent. They looked so harmless in his palm. Until he pressed one against my nipple.
I gasped, arching as the chilled sugar sent a jolt of sensation through me.
Lucien’s grin was wicked as he bent low, his tongue swirling around the candy before sucking it into his mouth. His lips dragged across my skin, pulling a moan from me I didn’t mean to give.
“Sweet,” he rasped. “But not as sweet as you.”
Another candy followed—this one set low on my belly. Gareth’s head dipped, his dark hair brushing my skin as he licked it away, slow and deliberate. His tongue lingered lower than it should have, tracing dangerously close to where I ached.
My body trembled. My thighs clenched.
“You like that?” Lucien teased, smirking when my breath hitched. “Our little lamb melts when wolves lick her.”
Humiliation flooded me, but my hips shifted on their own, seeking friction I wasn’t allowed.
“Not yet,” Gareth growled, pulling back, his lips wet from sucking sugar off my skin. “You’ll come when we decide. Not before.”
Tears stung my eyes, my chest heaving with desperate frustration.
Lucien climbed onto the bed, straddling me. He plucked another candy, this time placing it directly on my clit. The cold shock made me jolt, a strangled cry leaving my throat.
Then—his mouth was on me.
I nearly screamed.
His tongue circled around the candy, rolling it against me, sucking until it dissolved into nothing but wetness and slick arousal. He didn’t stop there. His mouth sealed over me, devouring me, relentless and filthy.
I sobbed, tugging against the tie around my wrists. “Please—please, Daddy—”
“Please what?” Gareth’s hand slid up my throat, fingers closing lightly, forcing me to meet his burning gaze. “Use your words.”
“I—I need it. I need—” My body shuddered violently as Lucien sucked harder, his teeth scraping, the toy they’d given me still buzzing uselessly in my hand. “I need your cock—”
The words broke out of me in a sob.
“Good lamb,” Gareth murmured, his thumb brushing my lips. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Lucien lifted his head, lips glistening with my wetness. His eyes were feral. “She’s begging for it. Tight little virgin cunt, dripping for Daddy.”
My face burned. The word virgin ripped something open inside me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—only feel the weight of their dominance crushing me.
Lucien moved, stroking his heavy, veins bulging cock. My stomach dropped. He was huge. Too huge.
“No—” My voice cracked, panic flashing across my face. “It won’t fit—I can’t—”
“You can,” he cut in, voice sharp and final. “Because we say so. And because deep down…” His hand stroked himself slowly, deliberately, right above my face. “…you want it.”
Gareth crawled up beside him, his cock just as terrifying, just as impossibly big. He gripped my chin, smearing his slick head against my lips. “Open.”
Tears spilled down my cheeks as I obeyed, parting my mouth. The taste of him hit my tongue—salty, musky, raw. He groaned.
“That’s it. Good lamb. Get used to Daddy’s cock.”
Lucien shifted between my legs, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His hand grabbed his cock, dragging it through my slick folds, coating himself. The blunt head nudged my entrance, and I tensed violently.
“It’s too much—”
Gareth shoved deeper into my mouth, muffling my words. “Shhh. Take him. Take us. You’ll stretch.”
The pressure burned as Gareth pushed forward, slow but unstoppable. My body fought it, tight and unyielding, but he didn’t care. Inch by inch, he forced me open, forced me to take him.
I screamed into Gareth's cock, the sound vibrating down his shaft. He groaned, fisting my hair, holding me down as he fed himself into my throat.
The pain blurred into heat, into a shocking wave of something else. My body clenched, trembling, the humiliation of being pinned, filled, and used overwhelming me.
“Fuck—” Lucien's voice was ragged, his cock buried deep inside me now. “So damn tight. Made to be fucked.”
Gareth moaned above me, his hips snapping shallow thrusts into my mouth. “Look at her. Our lamb. Crying, choking, bleeding for us… and loving it.”
Tears streamed down my face. My throat ached, my pussy stretched to its limit. I should have hated every second.
But my body betrayed me. Heat coiled low in my belly, sharp and unbearable. My nipples hardened, my cunt clenched greedily around Lucien's cock. I moaned around Gareth, gagging, drooling, humiliated beyond repair.
And still, I wanted more.
“You’re ours now,” Gareth growled, thrusting harder, his hips slamming against me. “Say it.”
Lucien pulled out just enough for me to gasp, his cock slick with my arousal. “Say it, lamb. Say you belong to your Daddies.”
“I—I—” My voi
ce broke on another sob. “I belong to you—Daddies—”
Their groans filled the room, feral and triumphant.