Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Damon

“Aurora,” I moaned against her plump lips, intoxicated by her heavenly scent of vanilla, lavender, and peach that wafted my nose, reviving my excitement.

A pang of sadness hit me at the realization that I had misidentified her, but I shoved the feeling aside before it clawed its way into my head.

Her shocked expression says it all.

I hope she doesn’t ask me about Ivy.

Throwing cautions to the wind, I adjusted, maintaining a sitting position on the bed before pulling her frozen body against mine as I buried my head beneath the silkiness of her caramel hair, nibbling her and leaving her with hickeys.

She was my property after all.

A sharp pain stung my chest when her weight crashed on me, warning me of the consequences.

But I turned deaf ears, balancing her between my legs.

The doctor’s warning against sex or lifting heavy objects rang in my head, but it wasn’t enough to erase the sexual tension rising in me.

Desire spread in me like wildfire, awakening my cock.

I wanted her, I couldn’t deny it. Despite being extremely mad at her for almost killing me, I couldn’t help but melt before her.

She possessed a strange quality of vanquishing my anger effortlessly, leaving me dazed.

Who was she?

How could she do what other women failed severally at?

Why did I risk my life for her?

Several questions filled my head…questions that I wished I had answers to.

Without warning, her lips pulled away from mine and emptiness swept through me.

I arched her back closer to me, grabbing the back of her hair so that her face would collide with mine, but she pulled backwards, stiffening her body in shock.

My teeth clenched at her behaviour as I shot her a warning look.

“I only came here to apologize,” she started. Her eyes wandered on my body before they glistened in tears the moment they landed on the plastered wound on my chest.

Guilt clawed at her as she broke into tears, withdrawing away from me.

“I’m sorry that I was foolish. I didn’t know what I was thinking,” she sobbed, burying her head in her palms while her damp hair scattered all over her.

Unable to find the right words to pacify her, I watched her in silence, admiring her sincerity.

“I don’t know why you haven’t punished me, I deserve to die, my King.”

My heart dropped at her words, making me draw nearer to her.

I wanted to pat her, to tell her that I wasn’t annoyed at her, and to reassure her that everything was fine…but my ego got the best of me.

I parted her wet hair, lifting her chin with my thumb before getting lost in the mysteries of her alluring eyes.

Like a magnet, I couldn’t tear my gaze off her. Her silver-grey eyes lit up with a warm glow, but her heart skipped a beat when her eyes were fixed on mine.

Her head lowered in shame as she tore her gaze off me, leaving me slightly annoyed.

“Look at me,” I ordered, lifting her head before inching her face close to mine. “I want to see it.”

As I looked into her eyes, a shimmering pool of emotions glared back at me. My heart aches with dull pain with each tear that rolls down her cheek.

I wanted to comfort her, but words failed me, leaving me gazing into her charming eyes.

In that vulnerable moment, their gaze locked, and everything else faded away.

It was just the both of us. Nothing else mattered.

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Since Ivy passed on, no one had ever made me feel that.

It was strange as Aurora revived my fear emotions effortlessly.

A purr slipped from my lips as I explored the hidden mysteries of her eyes as they held me spellbound.

They say eyes are the window to one’s soul.

In those eyes, I saw a broken soul that needed to be mended. A sad soul that needed to be loved.

But how could I do all of that when I was the more damaged one?

“Maybe I should get going,” she said in a whisper, shifting uncomfortably at our awkward silence.

“Stay.” I found myself saying, holding back her arm.

Her teary gaze was pinned on my pleading ones as we exchanged hidden words.

I could stare at her for the whole day without getting tired.

Afraid that my demons would descend on me in thousands, I was scared to be alone.

“But-”

My finger dropped on her lush lips, silencing the rest of her words before it brushed against her chin.

Her curious eyes watched mine and her heart pounded in anticipation.

I leaned closer to her, claiming her lips hungrily.

A shrill of wild sparks coursed down my spine, increasing my pace as I got lost in the sweetness of her lips.

I let my lips trailed down to her neck, licking and nibbling against it while she threw her head back in pleasure.

“Ah!” I groaned in pain, clenching my teeth when her hands hit my chest.

Her mouth flew open in shock as fear gripped her.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, swallowing hard as the corners of her mouth twitched in fear.

“Be careful next time,” I warned, cupping her face in my palm.

Relief washed through her, relaxing her tensed muscles before she inched forward to take my lips once more.

Sizzling sparks filled me once more, stronger than the previous ones I felt.

It was fire.

A fire consumed me as we got entangled in heat, clawing at each other’s hair breathlessly.

My hands travelled to her butt, squeezing it against my palm before burying my fingers into her moist pussy.

My finger grazed her vulva, proceeding to poke her opening before it struck me.

She was a virgin.

Afraid that I would hurt her, I withdrew from her reluctantly, looking away from her, while I adjusted my clothes on my body.

“Take it,” she moaned, making my brows arch in curiosity.

“What are you-”

“Take me, my King,”