Fated to Three Horny Alphas (3)

Chapter 3

The first thing I felt was the dull, aching throb in my head. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar . Where was I?

My wrists tugged against something… Silk ties were wrapped around my wrists . I was panicking now, but before I could scream, the memory slammed into me: the forest, the chase, the way the branch had blacked me out. The way they had caught me.

The door opened , and three figures stepped into the room, their frames filling the doorway.

Karl, broad-shouldered and golden, his blond hair tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed.

Roran, dark and lean, his black tattoos coiling up his arms, his lips already curved in that smug, knowing smirk.

And Dane, the tallest of them all, his auburn hair caught the light as he tilted his head, his gaze raking over me like a meal.

"Let me go," I snapped , but my voice cracked , betraying me. I yanked at the restraints, and the silk dug into my skin. "My best friend's a witch. She'll turn your dicks into twigs and feed them to the crows."

Dane chuckled , low and rough, the sound sending a traitorous shiver down my spine. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing through my hair, slow, possessive. "If it makes you feel safer, little mate," he murmured , "we'll arrange for her to live here with us. Plenty of room." His thumb traced the shell of my ear, and my breath stuttered . "Plenty of us to go around."

Roran dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, his hands sliding up my leg, his touch searing through the thin fabric of my lingerie. "But you?" His breath was hot against my ankle as his lips pressed to my skin, his tongue flicking out to trace my legs. "You're ours."

My thighs clenched , the ache between my legs pulsing in time with my racing heart. "Fuck you," I hissed , but my body was already arching into his touch.

"Such a liar," Karl purred , crawling onto the bed beside me, his weight dipping the mattress. His fingers trailed up my arm. "Your cunt's dripping for us, Raven. We can smell it."

I swallowed hard, my face burning. "I'm not-"

"Not what?" Dane said as he leaned down, his lips brushing my temple. "Not wet? Not ours?" His hand slid beneath the hem of the lingerie, his palm flattening against my stomach, his fingers inching lower. "Or are you just scared of how much you want it?"

Roran's tongue dragged up my leg, slow and wet, before his teeth grazed my toes. I gasped , my back arching off the bed, my bound wrists straining against the silk. "Stop-"

"No." Karl's fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to force me to meet his gaze. His eyes were gold, glowing with something feral. "You don't get to lie to us, mate. Not when your body's screaming the truth."

Dane's fingers dipped beneath the waistband of my panties, his knuckles brushing against my soaked folds. "Fuck," he groaned , his voice rough. "You're dripping."

My breath came in short, sharp gasps, my hips lifting into his touch before I could stop myself . "I-I hate all of you," I managed to say, but it sounded more like a plea than a threat.

Dane smirked , his fingers retreating. "Then you'll love what comes next."

Karl sat back, his gaze flicking to the door. "Since our mate doesn't want us to touch her," he drawled , "maybe she'd enjoy watching us touch someone else."

My stomach twisted , and the door opened again, a petite woman stepped inside, walking confidently. She was naked, with pale skin and a collar around her throat, the silver ring glinting in the low light. Her eyes flicked to me, sharp and assessing, before she dropped to her hands and knees, her ass tilted high, her back arching deep.

"Hello, Masters," she purred .

"Hello, pet," Dane murmured , his hand sliding over my thigh, his touch maddeningly light. "We want to show our mate how good we fuck."

"Of course, Master."

My mouth went dry as Dane stepped off the bed, his cock already half-hard, thick and veined as he stroked himself.

Karl unbuckled his belt, the leather clicking as he pulled it free, his eyes never left my face, and Roran stayed beside me, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my inner thigh, close enough to my pussy that I could feel the heat of his skin.

"Watch closely, Raven," Roran whispered , his breath hot against my ear. "Because next, it's your turn."

Dane gripped the woman's hip, his cock pressing against her entrance before he slammed deep in one rough thrust. She moaned , her fingers clawing at the sheets, her body rocking with the force of it.

Karl stepped forward, his cock free, his hand tangling in the woman's hair as he guided her mouth onto him. She took him eagerly, her lips stretching around his cock, her throat working as she swallowed him down.

My breath came in ragged gasps, my body burning, my pussy throbbing with every wet slap of skin, every choked gag from the woman's throat. Roran's fingers pressed higher, his thumb brushing against my clit through the damp fabric of my panties.

I whimpered , my hips jerking, my restraints digging into my wrists as I strained against them.

"You like that, don't you?" Roran murmured , his lips brushing my neck. "Watching them fuck her raw while you're tied up, helpless. Your cunt's weeping for it."

"No," I lied as my body trembled with need.

The woman's moans grew louder, her body shuddering as Dane fucked her harder, his hips snapping against her ass, his balls slapping against her with every thrust.

Karl's hand tightened in her hair, his cock hitting the back of her throat as she gagged around him, making tears stream down her cheeks.

"Look at her," Dane growled , his voice rough with arousal. "Taking us so well.”His gaze locks onto mine, his eyes turning darker than usual. “But she’s not you, Raven. She’s not our mate.”

Karl groans, his cock twitching as he pulls free from the woman’s mouth, his cum splattering across her tits in thick ropes.

Dane follows, his release spraying her back, his breath coming in harsh pants as he steps away. The woman collapses onto the bed, her body trembling, her chest heaving.

Roran’s fingers finally slip beneath my panties, against my soaked folds. “Your turn, mate,” he growls, his lips brushing my ear. “Scream all you want. We’ll make sure it’s for pleasure.”