Chapter 008

Waking up to someone breathing down my neck wasn’t what I expected but I wasn’t the least surprised.

“Little wolf.”

It was Draven the first born lycan brother. And also my Mate as I have come to realize almost shockingly.

Me two weeks ago would NEVER had dreamed of such, but atlas here I was.

“Tell me how you came in contact with my brother. Did he take you prisoner from your pack?.”

I tried to sit up, my head bursting into a spitting headache as I groaned. His presence was maddening and his scent was causing a pool of heat between my legs.

His eyes snapped up to mine, as if scenting my arousal.

I cleared my throat and pressed my thighs together, willing myself to ignore The throbbing sensation at my core.

“He didn’t take me prisoner.”

His eyebrows shot up to his forehead, an indication for me to continue.

“He found me……well basically his warriors did. I was half dead lying in a ditch when the found me and brought me to him.”

“And what were you doing all alone in the forest?” His voice holding a tone of disbelief.

“I was—“

The door barged open cutting me off.

“What the fuck are you doing close to her Draven?!” Darius thundered, stalking towards us like a bloodthirsty animal.

“Calm yourself brother. I won’t harm her and you know that.”

“I don’t trust you enough to be alone with her.” He growled, stopping at the foot of the bed.

“She is very well my mate as she is yours, so drop the act.” Draven said sternly like he was reprimanding a young pup.

“Do I get to have a say in this?” I asked quietly after a few bits of silence between three of us.

“I’m afraid not.”

“Of course you do.”

They said at the same time.

I stare between both brothers, there is definitely a bad deep history for them to not like themselves this much.

“I need to use the washroom.” I whispered more to myself than to either of them, as I slide off the bed, dreading almost immediately as I realized that I was in transparent white laced nightgown.

I could feel the heat on my face, as they held my gaze.

I hear Darius mutter a curse to the moon goddess while Draven, came around the side of the bed where I stood and draped his big fur coat over my shoulders.

“The maids must have mistaken you for someone else, I’ll have them find something proper for you to wear.” He said

I muttered a thank as I stride towards the brownish curtain that held the washbasin where I was so eager to drop myself into and let the cold water wash over the heat of my body.

Who had the maids mistaken me for?

Was there someone else warming up their beds?

I couldn’t help but feel a sudden pang of jealousy thug at my heart.

Couldn’t they have waited for me to arrive first just as I haven’t let any man touch me, even though I was willing to give myself to Caius.

The thought brought to you an absolute stop.

Did I actually like being mated to three lycans?

Will I be able to take all three of their marks and still survive?

Would I want any of them to reject me.

Their faces wash over my thoughts, each a striking beauty drawing me closer to things I never thought I’d need.

All my life I’ve only ever wanted to run or get married to Caius but now.

Now I feel the earth suddenly slipping from beneath my feet.

Daemon’s face came into view. His mocking tone yet charming smile.

“A wolf should never be mated to a lycan.” His words fill me with dread. He wasn’t wrong, I could die if either of them decides to mark me.

And it’s even worse that i have little to no wolf inside me.

I don’t even know my wolf’s name, every pup knows the names of their wolf at the age of five but I didn’t hear the voice of mine until I was fifteen so knowing her names seems impossible.

I sigh, dropping my hands to my stomach as the heat began cursing through my body again making me shiver.

I trailed but hand to my center and touched myself. I gasped as my finger came in contact with my center.

The feeling was………… absolutely wonderful.

I’ve heard tales of mating through the maids back at the packhouse. How deep and dark it goes, I’ve read books about it and seen pictures but I’ve never really experienced it.

Now the images of my mates drifts through my mind and I swear I could feel their touch just as much on my skin.

My fingers began moving of their own accord, my nipples harden, couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or the effects of the water but either way I was in heaven right now.

I throw my head back over the basin, eyes closed a small but strained sound escaping my throat as my toes curls in blinding pressure.

I could feel myself drift away.

I was almost there.

Just a little bit more.

“You know, if you needed help all you could do was ask.” A dark voice washes over me.

I shrieked,eyes wide and startled as I took in the form of Daemon in front of me.

“What are you do……doing here?” I stuttered, painfully aware of my naked body in view of the now disappearing bubbles in the water.

His eyes had darkened to an unreasonable shade of blue.

I never knew wolf’s eyes could turn blue.

Well technically he’s not a wolf so I guess it’s normal.

He crouches down, dipping a finger into the washbasin.

“Have you ever been with a man?” His voice washed like ice on my skin yet, my body desperately leaned towards it.

I shook my head, somehow managing to keep his eye contact.

He eyed me like he doubted.

“Have you ever touched yourself outside of this moment.”

I shook my head again.

He hummed in approval, his hands drifting to My face. His finger reach’s out and swipe over my bottom lip.

I instinctively licked it, my tongue slightly grazing his finger tips. His eyes flashed a dark green before almost immediately settling back to blue.

I think my head was playing color games with me.

“It’s such a wonder that the goddess decided to mate the three most powerful creatures on earth to someone as weak as you.”

I rolled my eyes at him, and scoffed “don’t you think I know that already.”

He’s faced morphed into interest. “You have a sharp tongue on you, but there are other things I’d like them to do other than make words.”

I drew in a sharp breath, feeling the arousal again at my center.

“I don’t think you should be in here.” My voice comes out as a breathy whisper

“I will damn well be anywhere my mate is.”

We entered a staring contest, willing each other to break first but unfortunately neither of us is willing.

After the longest moment of my life, I finally break it first.

“I just want a time alone to settle my thoughts.” I almost begged. He could see my naked body now, not even the water could hid it anymore.

His lips locked in a firm line as if he was almost at the edge of snapping “Get dressed and be down for breakfast.”

He turned and left not waiting for my response.

I finally exhaled the breath I didn’t know I was holding, slumping down into the water.

I may have escaped the claws of Liana.

But this—

This wasn’t something I am sure I could survive, not with the constant need I have developed between my legs since meeting three of them.