Sold To The Alpha Brothers

MARIAI froze mid-step, the world tilting on its axis.Splat.The sound of the cake I’d just bought hitting the floor was almost comical. But I couldn’t look down. I couldn’t look away from the bed.Kelvin was fucking another woman.Not just having sex. Fucking. Deep, hungry strokes that made the bed frame slam against the wall. His face — God, his face — was twisted in raw ecstasy, something I had never seen in all the years we’d been together. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, a low, guttural groan rumbling from his throat every time he buried himself inside her. He stared at her like she was the only woman on earth. Like she was his.My stomach clenched.This was the same man who only touched me when I practically begged. The same man who moved inside me in silence, like he was fulfilling a chore instead of making love. I used to force out a moan awkwardly in the dark, trying to chase pleasure while he remained quiet, almost bored. I’d convinced myself it was just how he was. Some men

VIKTOR*I hated clubs.Too loud. Too crowded. Too many people pretending they were having the time of their lives while drowning themselves in alcohol and bad decisions.Marco loved places like this.I barely tolerated them.I adjusted the cuff of my black sleeve as I walked away from the private booth we had reserved upstairs, the bass from the music vibrating faintly beneath my boots. The scent of liquor, sweat, and perfume mixed heavily in the air, irritating my wolf enough to make him restless.“Five minutes,” I had told Marco before leaving. “I’m getting a drink.”That had been the plan. Nothing more but then I smelled her and my steps halted instantly.Every sound around me dulled.The crowd blurred.And my wolf slammed into the front of my mind so violently that my chest tightened.Mate.The word echoed through me like a growl.I frowned immediately.Impossible.At fifty-one years old, I had long accepted that fate had skipped me entirely. Most wolves found their mates before t

Viktor’s hands were on my hips again, gripping me with that fierce, possessive strength that always made my pulse race. He held me steady while Marco’s mouth claimed mine in a searing, hungry kiss. His tongue slid against mine, slow and deep, tasting of whiskey and raw masculine heat. I moaned shamelessly into his mouth, my lips parting wider as he devoured me, his stubble scraping deliciously against my skin. “That’s it, mate,” Marco growled against my lips, his voice low and rough. “Open up for your alphas” Viktor pressed the thick, heavy head of his cock against my slick entrance from behind, teasing me mercilessly. He didn’t rush. Inch by torturous inch, he pushed forward, stretching my tight walls around his impressive girth until every ridge and vein dragged against my sensitive flesh. My knees nearly buckled when he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed tight against my ass. The overwhelming fullness made me whimper desperately into Marco’s mouth. “Fuck, feel how s