Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Xanthea] "Ah!"

Our bodies collided with feverish intensity, creating an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure as he slammed inside me.

Moans shivered out of my mouth as he fucked me harder from behind. His thrusts were more unyielding than when he had started.

My body moved just an inch away from him when his fingers dug into my hips and he yanked me roughly against himself, closing all gaps between us as he plunged harder and deeper inside me. "Uh!" I widened my eyes, choking on the sharp gasp that was knocked out of my lungs from the impact of his relentless thrusts.

My hands trembled. My knees wobbled, losing their strength bit by bit.

"Asher..." Moans trembled out of my lips and I couldn't tell if it was the pleasure that had consumed me or the pain, but it was dangerous. Primal. Mad. Raw lust. It was anything but normal.

"Fuck! This is not enough! More! I need more of you!" I heard him grit his teeth, his heavy breaths turning more desperate and impatient.

Those were the first words he said after I told him I wanted to stay in this darkness with him.

I don't know what, but I had triggered something inexplicably dangerous within him because right after that he entered me with a swift, powerful thrust, claiming me completely and ever since he had been inside me.

We had sex everywhere and in every way possible - against the wall, on the floor, standing, sitting, lying down. Our bodies were entangled in a mix of all feelings there could be from fear to fetish, from submission to dominance. Together, we traversed from exhaustion to exhilaration, and the sex transformed from feeling messy and dirty to mesmerizing and divine.

We went from being in control to losing it all in the very next second. It was sinful and spiritual, or maybe something in the middle. It was everything it could be and everything it shouldn't be.

Every second was pure madness and a frenzy of ecstasy.

I lost count of how many times we did it, how many times I orgasmed, and how many times he came inside me.

Our bodies were slick with sweat and cum. Even so, we were so high on one another, we couldn't stop consuming, craving each other even more.

I was addicted; not just to the pleasure, but to the pain as well. I wanted him so madly that even the pain he gave felt less painful because 'he' gave it to you.

I knew I was losing my mind. Or maybe I had lost it already. I didn't care anymore.

His hand ran up my spine, sliding up my nape as he fisted my hair, pulling my head back.

"Asher... wait!" I begged, and he tried to stop, but he couldn't.

He had no control over himself anymore. The way Asher was right now, he seemed scarier than Raven and for some reason, that aroused me even more.

It was exciting to see this side of him, since I had never seen Asher so feral before.

I reached back, hoping my touch would miraculously calm him, but he grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinned them on my back.

I had a feeling he didn't plan to stop anytime soon.

In the sparks charging between us and in the fatality of his touch, I could feel his lust darken his aura, getting denser and more intense with every thrust.

"Asher! Yes!" I whimpered, my hips buckling against his as I took him deeper. "Please! Ah! Harder! Don't stop," I pleaded, my body arching into his, desperate for more contact.

My pulse thundered in my ears, tantalizing heat coiling tight in my belly. Every stroke of his tormenting touch over my trembling body heightened my senses.

Ferocious sparks igniting beneath my skin, waiting to explode and take me down with it.

My gasps merged with his groans and my cries with his growl.

Asher let go of my hands. I remained on my knees while my upper body slumped on the floor. Asher had my hips firmly lifted and adhered to his.

My forehead pressed against the floor. Fingers clenched into fists. Toes curled as he spread my legs wider, ramming himself deeper inside me. Every time our skin slapped together, a wave of electric current flooded through my body. "Asher! I am coming. God! Damn it! Ah!" I broke into moanful sobs.

His palm wrapped around my throat, and he pulled me against his body. My back arched away from his chest, my head leaning against his collarbone. He sunk into my neck, kissing and licking my feverish skin.

I tensed my shoulders, drawing them closer to my neck. There was no running away from the maddening sensations he evoked in my core. There was just... yielding.

"That's like my good wife," he whispered gruffly in his deep voice. "Come for me, Xanthea... mark your man with your juices, come on..."

I whined, biting my lower lip as his hands ran down my chest and he cupped my breasts, squeezing them.

My eyes fluttered shut, his soul blending and uniting with my soul.

Every time his palms pressed over my hard nipples, a current zapped through my body, collecting in my core and making my pussy throb as my insides clenched around his cock shamelessly.

I threw back my head, my mouth agape with a stalled breath as he slowly caressed my nipples, teasing them between his fingers.

Goosebumps rambled over my skin when his palm moved down my chest to my belly and then to my throbbing clitoris. He pressed it, rubbed it, teased and flicked it, pulling an obscene, throaty, and shuddering cry from my mouth. His free palm wrapped around my throat, tightening with a possessive grip that sent a thrill coursing through my veins.

I squirmed, my body turning feverishly impatient, convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

I grabbed his arms as his free hand kept assaulting my clitoris, his cock pounding inside me faster.

Asher was everywhere on my skin, his touch turning more possessive, impatient, and scorching.

His teeth grazed against the skin on my neck.

My hips jerked against his, and I clawed at his hands.

He bit my neck harder, and the pain from his bite added to the heat and intensity of everything going inside me.

It was an odd feeling that rose from deep within me whenever Asher's lips and fangs lingered near my neck - a feeling that he was going to mark me.

But his teeth never sank deep into my skin; never deep enough to leave a permanent mark - an irrefutable claim.

"No! Not today. Not now. You need to wait," he grumbled to himself, as if fighting a battle within.

Was he talking to his wolf?

My breaths quickened as his grip tightened around my throat.

"But one day I'll claim you. Every inch of your body, my beautiful Xanthea," he declared, thrusting at every word, his voice hoarse and commanding. "And then you'll be mine. Only mine. So don't give yourself to someone else like you give yourself to me."

My mind was too delirious to comprehend the meaning behind his words, but I could feel their gravity deep in my bones. I was breathless and completely spent.

My eyes lost focus, tears trailing down my cheeks as my breathy moans turned into cries and then into silent screams as he exploded inside me and I limply fell apart in his arms.

He let go of my throat, and I gasped, filling my lungs with his overwhelming scent.

I saw illusions in the darkness flicker into the stars, making it seem as though we were having sex in the starry sky.

"Do you understand?" he asked, and I felt something mystifying tighten in my chest.

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"I do. I-I am married to the demon lords... I belong to them... I belong to you..." I stuttered, my body trembling.

With a grunt, he pulled out and flipped me onto my back, making me lie on the floor. My heart hammered against my ribs and I felt his breaths closer to my face again.

"Ah!" I yelped as he grabbed my jaws.

I knit my brows, my chest heaving faster. The warmth from the orgasm still sizzled beneath my skin like embers in the ashes.

"I know what you're doing. You're trying to play it safe, and I have to admit, your choice of words is quite impressive considering you're in no condition to think rationally. But trust me, your cleverness isn't helping right now. If anything, it's making everything worse for both of us. You see, it's not easy for me to control my wolf, especially when he's around you."

He spoke against my lips. I grabbed his wrist with both my hands as he squeezed my cheeks with a bruising force.

"A-sh-er..."

Crashing his lips against my puckered lips, he muffled all my words and moans.

Our tongues entangled in a fight for dominance, and he was clearly winning.

Fresh sparks skittered across my skin and I somehow pushed him away and while parting, he bit my lips gently at first and then harder.

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"Asher, let's talk, please. I need to understand this. I need to understand you, us," I said in one breath, feeling lightheaded.

"I don't think words will do us any good right now..." he grunted, his breaths turning harsher.

He grabbed the back of my knees and pushed them towards my chest, parting my legs.

"Asher, wait! Wait! Please! Let's talk. I-I seriously don't understand." I gulped, panting.

"If I can't make you feel it, there's no point saying it," he said in a stoic tone, yet I felt those words tug at the strings of my heart, leaving behind an ache.

He rubbed his searing erection against my slit, and I shut my eyes, bracing myself.

"Asher, h-how long are we... doing this?" My breaths hitched as his cock penetrated me in a rough thrust.

"As long as it takes to fill every inch of your body with my scent."