Unholy Trinity Glee Novels & Stories

His thick cock slid between her thighs, pressing against her wet pussy lips without entering her. The heat of his shaft felt heavy and hard. He rocked his hips, grinding slowly. The length of his cock rubbed back and forth along her slit, coating himself in her slick juices. Wet sounds came from the friction. Every pass bumped against her swollen clit. "You're dripping all over me," he whispered near her ear. His breath was hot against her neck. "This sweet innocent girl my wife hired. I'm going to ruin you, Chloe. Turn you into my little secret slut while she's gone."

Father Chris’s gaze locked on us — on me — and the hunger in his eyes mixed with pure rage. The three of us stared at each other in the candlelit room, the air thick with the smell of sex and sin. And for the first time, I realized I wasn’t just falling anymore. I was already burning.

His voice was so loud that it was audible to all the four creatures present there. " Oz .... we are doomed ..." said Trinity eyeing Oz and he shrieked his fur as if he was trying to deliver her the message that ..' It's your doing Tity. I am not a culprit. So, it's not we who are doomed. I think only you are doomed.' Trinity and Oz had been together since 13 years, so they both understood each other quite well. Thus, Trinity got the hidden meaning behind his actions and cursed him in her mind ...

A little groan from me would earn a kiss on the forehead from her, and throughout the different sessions of finding the right hairstyle, my heart raced a million times, and the guilt that came with cheating on her son became overwhelming. "It's done." She mumbled and came to stand before me. "So beautiful. Calista is the most beautiful darling in the world." She cooed. I laughed. Indeed, laughed. For a moment, I felt like letting everything go. To drown in Alice's warmth and enjoy true freedom for the first time in my life. However, my phone buzzed right at this moment, and lowering my eyes, I saw it was a message from Celine... *Drake will be there.*

“No, I don’t think messages got crossed. Wait... did you say Danu?” Father chuckled and faced her again. “Yes, young one. She has a name, just like Mother, and me, and everyone in the Upper. You children always have such wonder in your eyes when you emerge after the Final Binding. That is why we call you children, even though you never truly were.” Gilly’s gaze drifted to his thermal markings. They shimmered across his skin; royal, opalescent, unlike any she had ever seen. Every being on Triune carried a fragment of his genetic material, but his markings were the original, the source.

Thus, enveloped by the glow of the Moon, Hunter, the triplets, and I walked together toward a future filled with love, adventures, and the promise of a united family forever. THE END

I worked hard to put food on the table for my triplets, but I didn't ask for handouts. “Don't be stubborn. You need energy.” Ryder grumbled, his voice sounding like a command wrapped in concern. I turned to him and shot him a icy glare. “Don't lecture me.” “Miss, try a little. I promise all this food is safe,” Noah pleaded again, pushing a delicious-smelling bagel toward me. His face was hopeful, like a puppy trying to please its owner. “I—”

"Feel how right this is, how perfect we are together." Kai whispered in my ear, his voice was a relief of my intense pleasure. "You're doing perfectly. We love you like this. We love how strong you are." His fingers traced patterns on my skin, grounding me even as I flew apart. Asher's energy joined stronger, weaving through the bond like silver thread. The marks on my body moved, forming a perfect triangle on my skin...silver for Draven, gold for Kai, and gray for Asher. They glowed bright, connecting us in ways that transcended with the physical. "The trinity seals," Asher said. "You are now complete...We all are complete."

Then I jabbed him slightly in the side with my elbow. “You can do that. I am not breaching the contract.” I whispered to him, smiling so it looked like we were teasing each other. He shot me an amused look before straightening as the officiant cleared his throat. “Dear beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Lucas Alexander Hayes and Elizabeth Grace Lancaster,” the officiant started, and I blanked, not listening until the officiant started the vows. “Will you, Lucas Alexander Hayes, take Elizabeth Grace Lancaster to be your lawfully wedded wife, to stand beside her through every joy and hardship, to love, honor, and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or po

That afternoon they held the private ceremony. The nursery, because she'd asked for it there — not a formal room, not the rooftop, the nursery. The room with the three white cribs in a row and the cream walls that caught the afternoon light and the faint pine-and-winter smell of Dara's protective runes still settled in the plaster. Just the two of them. And the three in the cribs, awake and watching. Sorin had written the renewal vow — shorter than the contract, stripped to its bones, the words that the prophecy required spoken freely in open light. The afternoon sun came through the single nursery window and lay in a stripe across the floor between them.