Claimed by the ice princes

CHAPTER FIVE

Sierra’s POV

Inside the luxurious hotel room of Emerald Wolves Suites, the air is thick with cigar smoke and the sharp bite of alcohol. Riven and Rafe lounge on the couch, cigars between their lips, lazily sipping bourbon like they have all the time in the world. Like I'm not even in the room with them at all.

Meanwhile, I’m on the bed, knees apart, p***y throbbing and slick from all the teasing and fingering in the car earlier. I'm already wasted.

But f**k… I need more. More. Real f*****g.

If they don’t f**k me soon, I swear I’m going to lose my mind. Every clench of my cunt feels like brutal punishment that might kill me, and I honestly don’t understand why they’re still holding back.

Should I just beg them to f**k me?

But then.... what would they think of me if I did?

But there’s no saving face now. I’ve already crossed the line. Already played the slut. Morals are useless when your body is this close to breaking.

Both brothers glance at me, and their lips curl — that slow, deliberate smirk that makes my pulse stutter. That smirk that tells me they’re doing this on purpose.

“Please… f**k me,” I hear myself say, not even realizing the words had slipped out. My voice doesn’t sound like mine — it’s raw, needy, almost broken. They know how much I'm ravelling.... yet they don't care.

Riven flicks his cigar into the ashtray and rises, moving toward me in slow, unhurried steps, like a predator savoring its prey. Like he’s been waiting to hear me beg.

He stops at the edge of the bed and crouches down, bringing his face level with mine. “Miss Sierra," he calls.

… Miss Sierra.

There was a time I liked that title — the formality, the respect. I often wonder why they are being formal when they can just call me by my name since they are the prince of my pack. But tonight? It’s a barrier I want torn down. Let them call me by my name, claim me without titles, strip away whatever dignity I have left.

His voice is silk over steel, stroking every hidden nerve in my body—places I never knew existed. His eyes lock onto mine, so beautiful it almost hurts to look at him. I turn my head away, biting my lower lip to keep the moans inside.

His hand grips my jaw — firm, not painful, but enough to make me still, enough to make me submit myself to him.

“We figured out you’re inexperienced,” he says, voice smooth as sin. “So f*****g you might be a waste of time.”

Heat flares in my cheeks. They know. Of course they know from the scene in the car earlier. Varek never cared enough to teach me anything, but I can learn. God, I can learn for them.

I part my lips to argue, but he keeps going, almost gently. “So we won’t be touching you tonight," he adds like he's doing me a favour.

My heart stumbles in my chest. It feels like a death sentence. It feels like I have been denied of everything good in my entire life.

“I can learn,” I say quickly, surprising myself with the steadiness of my voice. “Just tell me what to do — I’ll do anything you want tonight.”

He releases my chin and steps back, his lips curling into something wicked. “So desperate, huh?” He lets out a low, mocking laugh, exactly the sound of a man who’s got me right where he wants me to be. Needy and desperate. “Come here, Rafe." He beckons at his brother who is puffing a smoke in the air. "Miss Sierra really wants to get fucked.”

Rafe drops his cigar in the ashtray and saunters over, resting his hands on his brother’s shoulders. “Miss Sierra,” he drawls, poking a finger in his ear like he’s bored, “would you repeat that a little louder? I didn’t quite hear you.”

A wave of humiliation crashes over me in a hot wave. My fingers dig into the duvet, part of me wants to curse them for teasing me like a kid, screaming to leave, the other part — my wolf — thrumming with need.

I need them.

No matter how wrong it seems.

No matter who they are.

No matter how annoying they seem right now.

No matter how hard I want to fight this...

I can't deny the desire between my thighs.

I swallow hard. “Yeah… I want you to f**k me,” I say, louder this time. Then, with every ounce of desperation burning through me: “Use me however you like. However you want.”

They exchange a satisfied glance.

“Then strip, Miss Sierra,” Riven orders.

A shiver races down my spine. My p***y clenches. My thighs are trembling, but I swing my legs off the bed and stand, the cold marble floor shocking against my bare feet, sending a chill straight to my n*****s until they’re tight and aching.

Their eyes follow me like unblinking predators. Like they owned my fate—past, present and future. I can’t meet their eyes— not when I’m about to give myself to my younger brother’s best friends. Not when the boys who once spoke to me with formal distance now hold the power to ruin me completely.

My hands grip the hem of my dress. I peel it up and over my head, tossing it aside. The air-conditioning brushes my bare skin, raising visible goosebumps along my arms and breasts.

I’m left in my bra, the panties already are ripped from earlier. I reach behind, unhook the clasp, and let the cups fall away. My breasts spill free — heavy, full, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“Damn,” Rafe growls, his fangs pressing into his lower lip, claws elongating. His eyes darken to the color of a storm, and the sound he makes is more beast than man, looks like he's about to shift into his wolf form. “Sierra.”

… Sierra.....

The sound of my name on his lips — stripped of formality — punches the air from my lungs. Somehow, that one word lifts a piece of the guilt, making it easier to give in.

Riven starts unbuttoning his shirt. “I swear I want to mark you right now,” he says, voice thick with hunger. “I want to f**k you… breed you… until everyone knows you’re not so innocent anymore.”

Mark me?

He can’t be serious. I’m still married to Varek. Carrying another man’s mark is forbidden.

But my wolf… she growls in agreement. She wants it. Wants them.

Why does she respond more to these two than to my mate?

Something’s wrong somewhere, and it's disturbing that I can’t put my finger on it.

“Relax, little wolf,” Riven says, reading my thoughts like they’re written on my skin. “We won’t do anything you don’t like. We won’t mark you while you’re still with your husband.”

I nod slowly, believing him. Funny how these two care more about my consent than my mate ever did.

Does that mean… they’ll mark me after I leave Varek?

I shove the thought aside. Tonight is about surrender. Tomorrow can hold the consequences.

Rafe unbuckles his belt. “Go lie on the bed and spread your thighs.”