Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

He drove back into her with force that made her cry out, pinning her wrists above her head, fucking her from above with an intensity that bordered on violent. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her pussy desperately clenching around his cock, trying to milk him toward orgasm.

He was close.

The pressure was building at the base of his spine, the familiar tightening that preceded release. His body was responding, even if his wolf wasn’t. His body knew how to do this. His body had been trained for years to fuck and claim and dominate.

Even if his body was doing it all for the wrong reasons.

"Please," the she-wolf breathed. She was looking up at him with eyes that held actual emotion, actual connection. Like she thought this meant something. Like she thought he was here with her in any way except physically. "Please, Alpha, I can feel you close, please...."

Sebastian came.

Hard. Intense. The pressure releasing in waves as his cock buried itself deep inside her and released. His balls emptied into her, thick ropes of cum filling her pussy, his entire body going rigid as the pleasure crashed through him.

But even as the orgasm wracked his frame, even as the physical release happened, something inside him remained unsatisfied. Remained hollow. Remained desperately searching for something that this she-wolf’s body couldn’t provide.

He pulled out slowly.

His cum leaked from her pussy as he withdrew, white fluid dripping from her entrance, pooling on the sheets. He watched it with disgust.

It didn’t look right.

Lilith’s pussy would look better with his cum leaking from it. He knew that with absolute certainty. Lilith’s body would respond differently to his release. Lilith’s....

He turned away from the thought and from the she-wolf’s satisfied expression.

Kara was trying to move closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his chest, her body trying to settle against his in the aftermath of sex. Her eyes held affection. Contentment. The soft look of a female satisfied and hoping for tenderness.

"Don’t," Sebastian said coldly.

His voice was sharp enough to make her flinch. She pulled her hand back immediately, her expression shifting from satisfied to confused to hurt.

"Alpha, I...." she started.

"Get out," Sebastian said. He didn’t look at her. Just stood and moved away from the bed, his body still covered in sweat and exertion, his cock already beginning to soften only to start hardening again as his mind wandered back to thoughts of Lilith. "Get dressed and leave my room."

Kara scrambled off the bed, scrambling to gather her clothes. She dressed quickly, her movements jerky and desperate, trying to understand what had changed. Why the brutality had turned to cruelty. Why the intensity had become coldness.

"I’ll..." she tried to say something, some explanation or apology.

"I don’t want to hear it," Sebastian said. "Leave."

She bowed and turned to leave.

The door closed behind her with a soft click that sounded obscenely loud in the silence that followed.

Sebastian stood alone in his room and felt the release already beginning to fade.

He moved to the bed and sat on the edge, staring at the cum stains on the sheets. At the evidence of what he’d just done. At the physical proof that he’d tried and failed to find what he needed in another body.

His cock was hardening again.

Not fully, not yet, but the beginnings of arousal were returning. The ache in his balls, which had been temporarily eased by the orgasm, was starting to build again. His entire body was beginning its cycle of need and frustration all over again.

he lay back on the bed, his head hitting the pillow, and stared up at the ceiling.

The weight of what was happening settled over him like a physical force.

This wasn’t normal.

Normal alphas could fuck another female and feel satisfied. Could experience release and find peace in it, at least temporarily. Could move on with their day having achieved some measure of relief.

But he wasn’t experiencing any of that.

The orgasm he’d just had felt hollow. Empty. Like he’d gone through the physical motions of sex without actually experiencing any of the satisfaction that was supposed to come with it.

Because his wolf didn’t want this she-wolf.

Rhen had decided, without consulting his rational mind, without asking permission, without any democratic process whatsoever, that there was only one female that would satisfy him. Only one body that would make his wolf feel complete.

And that female was currently sleeping in a room down the hallway, healing from injuries that he and his brothers had inflicted on her.

The irony was almost laughable.

his cock was hardening more fully now, the pressure returning to his balls with alarming speed. His body was already demanding another release. Another attempt to satisfy what no amount of fucking could fix. Another desperate chase after relief that would prove, once again, to be temporary and unsatisfying.

He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and tried not to think about how many times he was going to have to do this. How many she-wolves he was going to have to fuck in a desperate attempt to find what he’d already decided he needed but couldn’t have.

How many times he was going to come and find himself immediately unsatisfied.

How many days he was going to have to survive on the torture of temporary releases and the knowledge that what he actually wanted was healing from trauma.

The thought made him want to punch something.

Instead, he lay on the bed with his hardening cock and stared at the ceiling and understood that he was caught in a trap of his own making. That his wolf had decided Lilith was essential, and no amount of fucking other females was going to change that.

His hand moved to his cock almost of its own accord.

He was going to have to do this again. Stroke himself until he came again. Achieve another temporary release that would fade within minutes. Find another she-wolf, drag her to his room, use her body in the desperate hope that this time it would be different.