Claimed by the ice princes

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Sierra’s POV

Lily completes the statement. “A dildo.”

My chest thunders. My hands tremble so much that the flower slips from my grip and falls onto the table.

Lily’s mouth hangs open in shock as she slowly turns her head toward me. “What. The. Heck?…” She holds the dildo up, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Who sent this, Era?”

I shake my head, keeping my expression carefully crafted to look ignorant, even though names echo relentlessly in my mind.

She drops the dildo on the table, then digs deeper into the box. Next, she pulls out a pair of red lacy panties and a bra that would barely cover my n*****s. Then a red vibrator. (I notice they seem to like red a lot.) An expensive cologne labeled Seduce Me. A neck collar.

And then—a small parchment paper. My heart seizes. No….no… Lily can't see it. That note will reveal who sent these gifts. Lily can’t find out. She can’t know those kids sent this.

I lunge for it, but she’s faster than I am. She snatches the parchment and stares at it with wide eyes, an owl caught in the night.

My chest pounds as she reads it forever—or at least it feels like forever—the longest I have to wait in my entire life. Finally, she scoffs and hands it to me. With trembling hands, I take it.

My eyes are fix on it and the words hit me like a bucket of ice water is drench on my face.

“The second lesson is how to use these toys. We want to see you wearing them while we ruin you, Miss Sierra. Hope you liked them?“

The paper crumples in my grip as humiliation crashes over me. But yet, I try to stay calm.

Riven!

Rafe!

I swear—I’ll kill you both this time. There is no arguing it.

Lily sits on the table, folding her arms and crossing her legs, looking every bit like she won’t move until I confess everything. “Start talking, Era.” Her voice leaves no room for argument. “What lessons is the letter referring to? Who are your teachers? And most importantly… what was the first lesson about?”

There’s no escape route now. Left with no choice, I sigh, and I start talking. I narrate everything—how I left the mansion, how we met at the bar, the s*x in the car, and then in the hotel room.

The deeper I go, the louder Lily screams and gasps. Once, she even moans and clasps her thighs together when I describe how they took turns devouring me.

By the time I finish speaking, I could barely stay calm. I'm already so horny myself. My crotch of thong is soaked, my p***y dripping just from remembering them.

“Jesus, Era,” Lily gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. “So you’ve been with those Princes… and you acted like you were innocent.”

I don’t answer. Why would I say?

She presses on. “But damn… those twins sound way more mature—and better—than your asshole husband. You should take more lessons from them, Sierra.” Her eyes squeeze closed, and she moans softly. “Imagine f*****g yourself with the dildo while they watch.”

What the hell is Lily saying?

I didn’t expect her to scold me, but I didn’t expect her to encourage me either.

And the fact that my mind is already picturing it makes it worse. Desire burned through me like a molten fire.

I imagine myself, naked on the king-sized bed in the hotel. My thighs spread wide as I shove the dildo in and out of my dripping hole. The twins stand at the edge of the bed, watching with those dark, hungry eyes.

“Or dancing in the red panties and bra…”

“No!” I snap, my voice sharper than I intend. It’s a futile attempt to chase away the ache between my thighs. It's a way to gain control over my body. “I’m not going to do that, okay? They’re kids!”

Lily jumps to her feet, her face twisted in disbelief. “Kids? Really? Did you moan or not? Did you c*m or not?”

I stay silent. But I remember—moaning, crying, whimpering, smiling. And cumming so many times I lost count. Until my p***y felt almost empty.

“Your husband says it’s an open marriage… yet you’re still holding back? Don’t tell me you still love that asshole?”

Silence.

Of course, I don’t love him anymore.

“I don’t love him anymore, Lily,” I finally say, meeting her eyes.

“Good. You better not.” Her voice is sharp, deadly serious like she would beat me if I still loved Varek. “So what the hell is holding you back?”

I sigh in frustration. “What do you think people would say if they find out I’m f*****g the boys I once tutored? What do you think will happen to my reputation if it comes out I’m f*****g two men at once? It’s shameful, Lily!”

“Shameful?” she scoffs, shaking her head. “You’re still worried about what people will say? In this age?” She looks like she can’t believe her ears. “Live your life, Sierra. Stop caring about the whispers. Think about your happiness for once.”

She’s right. But I can’t. I can’t face the gossip, the rumors, the whispers in the pack and College. It would destroy my career at the college. Ice hockey is more than just a game—it’s my anchor, my purpose, the one thing I do effortlessly.

I guess I’m not strong enough. That’s why Varek can still push me around. He knows I won’t dare retaliate, won’t dare cheat back, because I have too much to lose.

I stand abruptly. “This conversation is over, Lily.” I shove the obscene gifts back into the box, yank my locker open, and toss it inside. I grab the flower and throw it in the trash can. “I need to train them now.” I head for the door.

Behind me, Lily’s voice softens. “Sierra… you really need to think about this.”

I don’t wait. I don’t respond.

I just slam the door shut behind me.