CLAIMED BY HER TRIPLET ALPHAS

6: Will You Allow Me To F U C K Your Mouth?

HAZEL

Alpha remained in a critical condition while I remained in that state of utter bliss and peace. My skin glowed more, my smile stayed longer, and my appetite grew. It's been two days since the attack, two days since I woke up from 15 hours of sleep induced by a marathon s*x and life was suddenly more beautiful.

But I couldn't help the worry that lingered on my mind.

One was the secret I'd take to my grave, what I did with absolute strangers that a third party must not know. Dad won't only disown me if he knows what I did, he'd break my bones slowly and make me know the worst torture in mankind for embarrassing him.

Another was the Alpha's attack. I would be the happiest if he were to die, but I couldn't help but worry. Someone as powerful as Alpha getting attacked by an assassin was like declaring war on his pack. I was sworn to him, and if this escalates like it was bound to, I'd be affected.

And then, my stupid mind wouldn't stop thinking about what Zephyr said about stopping the marriage. It was more like a promise that he'd make sure I didn't get married to him. Which was weird because if there was someone who should be happy that I was being forced into a marriage with an old man, it should be him.

What was weirder was that I was now thinking about his words and seriously wondering if he had something to do with Alpha's attack.

It was outrightly stupid to think Zephyr Rossi would have something to do with the attack because of me.

The door of my office flung open abruptly, and a man walked in like he owned the place, while my assistant ran in after him.

“I'm sorry, ma,” she was spilling apologies, “I tried to stop him, but he…”

“You can leave, Tara.”

She bowed in apology again before retreating. Once the door closed behind her, I turned my attention to the intruder, who was making his way towards me where I sat behind my desk, slowly taking in the interior of my office.

“What are you doing here?”

He didn't answer. He made a show of walking up to me and leaning against my desk, so he was right in front of me, staring down at me.

My nostril flared at his scent, at how familiar it smelled, and my heart pounded from the familiarity of the disdain I felt for him.

“Are you insane?”

“You don't look too pleased to me,” he replied, his lips stretching into a smile. This was unusual for Zephyr, but here he was, smiling like he was privy to a joke or a secret about me that I had no idea about.

It annoyed me.

“Leave before I call the security to throw you out.”

My fingers hovered around the intercom. He followed the movement of my hand back to my face, and he seemed to study my face for a while before his smile froze and a serious expression took over. That soon morphed into a chuckle that annoyed me even more.

“And here I was, thinking you'd be more than happy to see me.”

What the hell is he talking about?

“Leave,” I forced seriousness into my voice, “I'm sure you don't want…” I trailed, his words replaying in my mind.

‘And here I was, thinking you’d be more than happy to see me.”

My head jerked up, and I couldn't help but raise an accusatory finger at him. His expression grew triumphant and expectant, “You… You… what the hell did you do to Alpha?”

His expression evaporated immediately. “So you think I have something to do with the old hag?”

“So why else are you here? Gloating and expecting me to thank you?”

“Ohh, let's assume I did that. How are you going to thank me?” his gaze dropped to my lips and lingered there. “Are you going to drop to your knees and worship me with your mouth? Are you going to allow me to f**k your sweet little mouth?”

His voice had gotten a bit rougher, his eyes darker with flashes of red in it as he gazed down at me as if he was mere seconds away from devouring me whole.

I shifted uncomfortably on my chair. His words conjured images so vivid in my mind that I could see myself on my knees in front of him, my mouth open and taking him in as deeply as possible, while his hand wrapped around my ponytail.

Our relationship was never like this. Our relationship has always been full of spite and annoyance, and yet, I was reacting to his words, I was getting wet to his words.

What changed? Why was I suddenly feeling this way toward Zephyr Rossi of all people?

His nostril flared, and his eyes dropped to my thighs, which I now have to clench together because of the ache between them.

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“Have you gone mad?” I hated how meek I sounded, how the barest hint of want was laced around my words, “for you to think you can talk to me like this?”

“Someone needs to teach you humans some manners, but that is not the point for today, is it?” he reached out before I could say a word, and his hand, without any warning, disappeared into my shirt from my open button.

I gasped at the sudden intrusion, gasped at how familiar his touch felt around my bare skin as his palm grabbed my boob firmly.

How the hell did we get here?

“Stop,” It was supposed to be a warning, but my voice came out breathy. That seemed to please him because a chuckle left his mouth and he freed my left boob from its confinement.

It spilled right in front of him, and I flared around, trying to cover myself.

“Ohh f**k me, if this isn't the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.”

“This is…” My words trailed into a sharp gasp when he ducked his head and took my n****e into his mouth.

“Zephyr!” I gasped his name, and embarrassment washed over me at how wanton I sounded. The embarrassment soon gave way to a feeling of being destroyed beautifully as his tongue moved fast around my n****e.

He used his tongue, teeth, and lips. He licked and sucked, suckled and bite and I moaned shamelessly as I surrendered to what he was doing to me, to his bites and sucks, to his other hand that was now between my thighs and stroking me through the fabric of my pants.

I adjusted on my CEO chair to give him better access as he pulverized me with his mouth and hand. This was wrong and bad, but I couldn't be rational.

I blamed it on three nights ago when I allowed myself to be used by the three men in the dark room. It was that experience that had opened me up to this, that had opened the tucked-away s****l side of me, that had made it impossible to walk away from what Zephyr was doing to me.

I couldn't come undone quietly. I came with a loud shudder and his name on my lips. That was only when he raised his head with the most self-satisfied, smug smile on his lips, he removed his hand from my thighs, and that was when I noticed that his fingers were wet.

I soaked him through the thick fabric of my pants.

With his eyes still on me and the smug still present, he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. He closed his eyes and made a sound of utmost pleasure, like he was having a taste of the finest wine. The sound went straight to my core.

It was only when he opened his eyes and released his last finger with a pop that rationale set in, and I realized how ultimately foolish I've been to allow this to happen.

“You denerate…”

“That was more than a great thank you, Princess.” his hand went to either of his pockets as he turned his back on me to walk away, “See you some other time.”

And with that, he walked out with my left boob still bare and aching from his tongue and teeth and my chair getting even wetter from the force of my orgasm.