My Triplet Husbands 2

Chapter 2

My pulse thundered in my ears. I hadn't even recovered from Magnus's mark, and now Daemon loomed in front of me like a predator circling wounded prey.

In a single motion, his arm hooked around my waist, jerking me against him. His grip was cruel, forcing my body flush against the hard planes of his chest. I could feel every inch of him—the coiled strength, the heat, the unmistakable hardness pressing against my stomach.

Before I could catch my breath, his lips brushed my neck—right over the tender spot where Magnus had bitten me. Then white-hot pain flared as his fangs sank deeper, reopening the wound.

I cried out, the sound halfway between agony and something shameful. My knees buckled as heat pooled between my thighs despite the pain—or maybe because of it. *Just one more, Emerald. Just one more.*

Daemon growled against my throat, the vibration sending shivers straight to my core. He savored the bite, his tongue lapping at the blood before tearing away. Then his mouth devoured mine in a bruising, merciless kiss. Our blood mingled, the metallic tang burning into every nerve as his tongue dominated mine.

His hand slid lower to grip my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. I could feel his thick arousal pressed against me. The knowledge that he wanted me—that they all would take me—sent terror and dark anticipation coursing through my veins.

When he finally pulled back, I was gasping, lightheaded. Daemon dragged his thumb across his mouth, wiping away blood. His eyes glinted with hunger and cruel amusement, promising he would enjoy breaking me piece by piece. Tonight.

And my traitorous body would welcome it.

The oracle's voice rose again as the next Alpha stepped forward.

Alpha Cassian.

Our eyes locked, and I nearly staggered. His sharp brown eyes brimmed with loathing as they dragged over me like I was filth. Yet beneath the disgust lurked something darker—the way his jaw clenched, the tension in his shoulders, how his gaze lingered too long on my lips, my throat, my breasts. He hated me, but he wanted me too. And that made him furious.

"Do you, Emerald Ukilah, offer your body and soul, with everything you possess, to Alpha Cassian Ravencourt?"

"…I do."

"And do you vow to be a submissive wife all the days of your life?"

His eyes mocked me, daring me to falter. "I do."

"And do you, Alpha Cassian Ravencourt, take Emerald Ukilah as your wife and soulmate?"

"I do." A threat, not a vow.

"You may now seal the bond with the Soul-Tie Kiss."

Cassian closed the distance in one predatory stride. His hand clamped brutally around my jaw, forcing my face up. His grip was iron, painful, possessive.

His lips brushed my neck—right over the raw wounds his brothers had left. Before I could brace, his fangs sank in mercilessly deep.

A strangled cry tore from my throat. Pain exploded sharper, crueler than before. But underneath was pleasure so intense it terrified me. My vision blurred as blood rushed hot down my skin. I felt myself getting wetter, my body preparing for what was to come, and the shame brought tears to my eyes.

When Cassian pulled back, his eyes burned with cold disdain and dark satisfaction.

Then his mouth crushed against mine.

It wasn't a kiss—it was a conquest. Harsh, suffocating, blood mixing as he forced his will through mine. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back. His other hand gripped my hip, pulling me against the thick, hard length of him. They all wanted me. And tonight, they would all have me.

I shuddered, shaking so hard my knees gave way.

He held me upright, refusing to let me collapse. When he finally released me, I was gasping, my lips swollen and throbbing, the world spinning.

His hot breath ghosted across my neck, trailing goosebumps down to my breasts, my nipples hardening beneath my gown. "Welcome to your new life, Kitten," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I hope you're as excited as I am for this ride."

I bit my lip to keep it from trembling. But his fingers suddenly closed around my throat.

My breath caught as my eyes widened in panic.

His gaze never wavered—cold, pitiless. The pressure was carefully controlled, enough to terrify, enough to make me lightheaded. Yet.

"Fucking answer me," he murmured, dangerous, vibrating against my skin. "Are you excited, Kitten?"

Tears pricked my eyes as I choked out, "Ye… yes, Alpha."

His lips curved cruelly. "Good girl." His grip loosened just enough for me to drag in a desperate breath. "Because tonight, you belong to all three of us. And we're going to teach you exactly what it means to be our wife."

He released me suddenly, and I stumbled. Only Magnus's steadying hand kept me upright. The ceremony was over. The bonds were sealed.

And now, the real ordeal was about to begin.

The three Alphas exchanged glances—some silent communication I couldn't decipher. Then Magnus's hand slid possessively around my waist.

"Let's take our wife home," he said, his voice a dark rumble that sent heat pooling low in my belly.

As they led me from the altar, my family's satisfied faces blurring around me, I felt the weight of three claiming marks burning on my throat and the unmistakable slickness between my thighs.

Tonight, I would learn what it truly meant to belong to the Triplet Alphas.

And some terrified, awakening part of me couldn't wait.