Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

Lucian was at her side, his hands roaming over her body...her breasts, her stomach, between her legs where Nicholas was still fucking her with brutal intensity. His gold eyes never left her face, watching every expression, every gasp, every moment of overwhelm.

Nicholas’s pace was increasing. His thrusts were becoming erratic, desperate. He pulled almost completely out and then drove back in hard enough to make her scream around Sebastian’s cock.

"She loves it," Lucian said, his voice dark and possessive. "Look at her. She was made for this. Made for us."

And it was true. Her body was responding in ways that shocked her even in the dream. She was wet, so wet that Nicholas’s movements were slick and easy. Her hips were meeting his thrusts, her body responding to the rhythm he was setting. She wanted more. Wanted harder. Wanted to be completely consumed by all of them.

Nicholas came with a growl that sounded more wolf than human. She felt him pulse inside her, felt the warmth of his release, and the sensation pushed her toward her own orgasm. But he was already pulling out.

Lucian was taking his place.

The transition was seamless. One moment Nicholas was inside her, the next Lucian was, and the difference was immediate and shocking. Lucian’s movements were less controlled than Nicholas’s, they were wild, feral, desperate. He fucked her like he was trying to claim her, like his wolf was driving every movement. His hands gripped her hips so hard she knew there would be bruises, and instead of fear, the thought excited her.

She was still working Sebastian with her mouth, still tasting him, still gagging slightly as he controlled the depth and rhythm. But now her hands were free, and she reached for Lucian, pulling him down against her, needing to feel more of him, needing more contact, more intensity, more everything.

"Please," she gasped around Sebastian’s cock. "Please, I need...."

She didn’t finish the sentence because Lucian shifted, pulling out slightly, and then he was pushing into her ass.

The sensation was shocking. The stretch was intense. The feeling of both her holes being filled simultaneously was so overwhelming that she literally couldn’t breathe. Tears sprang to her eyes, but they weren’t tears of pain. They were tears of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.

"Oh fuck," Lucian groaned. "So tight. So perfect."

Nicholas was back, pushing into her mouth now, replacing Sebastian. The rotation of them, the constant movement, the relentless intensity....it was consuming her completely. She had no time to process one sensation before another was taking its place.

She was drowning in sensation. Drowning in them.

Her body was responding in ways that felt absolutely insane. She was coming....repeatedly, continuously, one orgasm bleeding into the next. Her muscles were clenching around them. Her skin was on fire. Every nerve ending was alive and screaming.

"That’s it," Sebastian said, his voice rough with arousal. He’d moved to her side, and he was touching her everywhere,,,,her breasts, her stomach, between her legs where her clit was throbbing with every orgasm. "Come for us. Show us how much you love having all of us inside you."

And she did.

The orgasm that hit her was different from the others. It was total. It consumed her completely. Every muscle in her body clenched. Every nerve ending fired at once. She came so hard she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except feel.

Lucian came next, his movements becoming almost violent with intensity. He came inside her with a sound that was pure animal....a howl that seemed to echo through the dream space.

Sebastian followed, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he came, forcing her to swallow every drop.

And then....

Lilith woke gasping.

Her body convulsed with the last waves of an orgasm so intense it left her trembling, her hips still thrusting against nothing, her muscles clenching around emptiness. The sheets beneath her were soaked.....sweat and arousal mixed together, her skin flushed and burning despite the cold air of the omega apartment.

She lay there for a moment, just breathing.

Her heart was still hammering in her chest. Her skin was hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive and screaming. She could still feel them, their hands on her body, their mouths on her skin, the brutal intensity of their movements inside her.

It was just a dream.

But it felt more real than anything she’d experienced while awake.

Lilith sat up slowly, her legs shaky, her body still responding to phantom sensations. The dream was already fading, that’s how dreams worked, they dissolved the moment you tried to hold onto them. But the physical aftermath remained. The arousal. The wetness between her thighs. The ache in her muscles like she’d actually been fucked by three men at once.

She grabbed her pillow and threw it across the room.

This was the fourth time this week. The fourth time she’d woken up gasping and wet and aroused and absolutely furious at her own body for responding the way it did. It had started small, just a week ago, fleeting images when she closed her eyes. A flash of dark eyes. The sensation of hands on her skin. Fragments that dissolved immediately.

But it had escalated.

Now every time she closed her eyes, they were there. All three of them. Nicholas with his cold intensity. Sebastian with his controlled precision. Lucian with his raw, feral hunger. They took her apart in her dreams in ways that left her gasping and shaking when she woke.

And the worst part was that her body loved it.

Her body responded to them like it had been made specifically for them. Like every nerve ending, every muscle, every cell in her being recognized them as hers and responded accordingly. She came harder in her dreams than she ever had in reality. Her body bent for them in ways that should have been impossible. She took everything they gave her and begged for more, even in sleep.

It made her want to scream.