Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

He slammed inside her from behind.

Lilith screamed into the sheets, her arms nearly buckling from the force of it.

Sebastian was even bigger than Lucian. Thicker. And the angle had him hitting spots that made her see stars with every brutal thrust.

"Look at this ass," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "Look at these marks. Perfect handprints from yesterday. I’m going to add more."

He spanked her again. And again. Building a rhythm.....thrust, spank, thrust, spank....until her ass was burning and she was sobbing.

Lucian moved in front of her, still catching his breath from his own orgasm.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

She shook her head.

He gripped her hair, forcing her head up.

"I said open your fucking mouth, omega."

Sebastian spanked her hard enough to make her gasp.

Lucian used the opening to push his still-hard cock past her lips.

"That’s it," he groaned. "Take it. Choke on it while Sebastian destroys your pussy."

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just existed in the overwhelming sensation of being used from both ends.

Sebastian pounding into her from behind with brutal force. Lucian fucking her mouth, pushing deeper with each thrust.

"She looks so good like this," Sebastian said, his voice rough. "Completely stuffed. Completely ours."

Lucian’s grip on her hair tightened.

"Swallow," he commanded. "Every drop."

He came down her throat and she had no choice but to swallow, gagging and choking but taking it all.

Sebastian followed seconds later, slamming deep and roaring as he filled her pussy with his release.

When they finally pulled out, she collapsed completely.

Unable to move. Unable to speak. Just lying there shaking while cum leaked out of both ends.

She’d been thoroughly used by two of them before breakfast.

Day two was already worse than day one.

***

Hours later, Lilith woke to pain.

Not the sharp, immediate kind from yesterday morning when Lucian had been between her legs. This was deeper. Settled. The kind of ache that spoke of a body pushed far beyond its limits and forced to keep going anyway.

Everything hurt.

Her hips. Her thighs. The space between her legs....god, especially there. Her breasts were tender and bruised. Her throat bore the ghost of Nicholas’s grip. Her shoulders ached from being held down, twisted, positioned however they wanted her.

She lay still for a moment, taking inventory of the damage.

Two days. She’d been at the Blackwood estate for two days.

And she still have Twenty-eight more to go.

The thought should have been crushing. Should have made her want to curl into a ball and disappear.

Instead, something else stirred in her chest. Something stubborn and familiar.

Survival instinct.

The same thing that had kept her going through two months of omega life. Through garbage duty and bleeding hands and watching her mother lie unconscious. Through being branded a traitor’s daughter and losing everything.

She’d survived worse than physical pain.

She’d survive this too.

Lilith forced herself to sit up, biting back a groan as her body protested every movement. The room was dim, early morning light filtering through heavy curtains. The massive bed she’d collapsed in last night after Sebastian and Lucian had finished with her was a mess of tangled sheets and evidence of exactly what had happened.

She looked down at herself.

Naked. Covered in marks. Bruises in the shape of handprints on her hips. Bite marks on her shoulders, her breasts, her inner thighs. Dried cum on her thighs that she hadn’t had the energy to clean off before passing out.

She looked like she’d been through a war.

Felt like it too.

But her father had trained her better than this. Her father hadn’t raised a daughter who stayed down just because things hurt.

Get up, she heard his voice in her head. Pain is just information. It tells you you’re alive. Now get up and keep moving.

She stood on shaking legs.

The bathroom was through a door she’d barely noticed yesterday. She walked toward it carefully, each step a reminder of how thoroughly she’d been used.

The bathroom was almost obscenely luxurious.

Marble floors and countertops. A massive soaking tub that could fit three people. A separate glass-enclosed shower. Heated floors that felt like heaven under her bare feet.

She caught sight of herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror and stopped.

God.

She barely recognized the girl staring back at her.

Her hair was a tangled mess. Her face was pale except for the flush still lingering on her cheeks. But it was her body that told the real story.

Marks everywhere. Purple and blue bruises blooming across pale skin. Bite marks....some shallow, some deep enough that they’d probably scar. Handprints on her hips, her thighs, her waist. Her breasts were swollen and tender, nipples red and abraded from being bitten and sucked.

And between her legs....she couldn’t even look too closely. Swollen and sensitive and bearing all the evidence of three Alpha wolves using her repeatedly.

This was what two days as their property looked like.

She turned away from the mirror.

The shower was hot and perfect. She stood under the spray and let it wash away the physical evidence even though it couldn’t touch what had been done to her.

When she finally emerged...clean, if not healed....she found clothes laid out on the bed.

Not the robe from last night. Real clothes.

Simple black leggings and a soft grey sweater. Underwear....plain cotton, nothing fancy. Everything in her exact size, which meant someone had been paying attention.

She dressed carefully, wincing as the fabric touched sensitive skin.

At least she was covered. That felt like a small victory.

Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since...when? Yesterday morning? The day before?

Time had become meaningless in this place.

She opened the bedroom door cautiously, half-expecting to find one of the brothers waiting outside.

The hallway was empty.

Quiet.

She stepped out, closing the door softly behind her.