Trapped With The Lycan Triplets

6.|| Stripping for my masters

Camila’s POV

Why does he want to see me and why does the message sound so urgent?

Groaning, I reluctantly stood to leave for Dylan’s room. I was tired, exhausted even and every bit of me just wanted to retire to bed and sleep till the next morning but I’ve forgotten that I live in the same house as the triplets that are after my life.

Putting on a comfortable nightgown, I began to wonder why Dylan wanted to see me and I just couldn’t help but think if he wanted to see me alone.

A flash of a smirk across his face popped up in my head and I mentally slapped myself as I was about to start having s****l thoughts about him.

But what does he really want to see me for after him and his brothers spent the entire day taunting and letting me know that I have no where else to go?

“Stay calm, he just wants to see you.” I said to myself as I put on my nightgown. I didn’t think of wearing anything underneath it because a part of me knew that the brothers couldn’t resist me just the same way I can’t resist them.

But on the other hand, I was just too tired to put on anything considering the fact that I’d just put the only pair of clothing’s I brought here with me in the laundry basket.

Stopping in front of Dylan’s room, I knocked twice and waited for him to respond and it didn’t take long for his husky voice to come.

“You can come in.” He answered, his growl sending a thousand jolts of electricity down my spine, causing my p***y to throb involuntarily.

I hate them and I hate the fact that they do this to me.

They knew how they made me feel, they know that I could feel their arousal, I could smell them and my body goes completely crazy just at the sight of them.

Pushing the door open, I was taken aback when I saw not just Dylan but his brothers in his room. Their hair was wet like they’d just had their baths without needing me.

They all stood tall like a towering spruce, Dylan had his usual wicked smirk on while his brothers both looked excited.

He looked like he doesn’t want to see me but if he doesn’t want to see me why then would he send me a text ordering me to come to his room?

I could feel my body heat and the adrenaline rushing as I swallowed hard on the bile at the back of my throat.

The three of them were shirtless and extremely appealing, their powerful well muscled body moved with easy grace as they started walking towards me, making me take a step backward as they took one forward.

It’s understandable that I find them attractive because they really look like demigods, the triplets are madly handsome with a beautifully proportioned body.

Their compelling eyes that made my feet glued to the ground as soon as they got closer, their scent stronger than it could ever be coupled with their strong musky perfume that seemed to be mixed with an aphrodisiac drove me nuts!

They had an air of authority and the appearance of one that demanded instant obedience, making me blow air on myself as they stopped in front of me.

“Y… You… You called for me?” I stuttered, finally talking but what I intended to say came out as a question instead of a statement.

Why? Why am I this drawn to them?

It’s uncommon for me to be this uncomfortable around the opposite s*x, it’s uncommon for me to not be able to look away from those eyes that seemed to have something else in store for me and it is absolutely uncommon for me to also be attracted to men that have been nothing but a total jerk to me.

“Can I do anything for you, masters?” I asked again but regretted it immediately as I bit down hard on my tongue and watched as they circled me.

What can I do for them?

I expected an answer from Dylan but all I got was a wicked smirk from him and a devilish laugh from his brothers, “Masters,” Devin started, “I love the sound of that, don’t you, brothers?” He finished, looking at Dylan and Damien.

“I do too and I can’t wait for her to scream it,” Damien answered while Dylan didn’t say a word, he only stared at me like I was a piece of cake and nothing to him.

Who am I kidding? I am nothing to either of them.

“Strip.” Damien ordered and the word rang like a bell in my head as I closed my eyes and shook my head as if it was just a dream that I’m going to wake up from soon.

“We don’t repeat ourselves, slut,” Devin chimed in and that was enough confirmation than I needed that I was the one they were talking to, “do it, NOW!” Damien roared, his voice making me jump in fear.

Bracing myself, I stole a glance at Dylan and he looked amused as if seeing me in fear and helpless gave him some sort of unexplainable pleasure.

“We need to see what’s beneath that tiny piece of cloth.” Damien added, his cold fingers trailing my shoulder as they caused cold chills down my spine, my body vibrated to his touch as his hands stopped on my boobs.

Moving the nightgown to the side, he took a peek at my perky boobs before leaving me to do the rest of the stripping while they stood aside, watching me like I was some sort of display toy.

I didn’t want to strip, matter of fact I wanted to protest, I wanted to say No but I found myself pulling my nightgown off.

My body wanted something different and it was fighting my mind but my entire being was too stimulated to say ‘No’. My p***y throbbed and I could feel the drip between my legs as I continued pushing the gown down.

My n*****s were rock hard and I would’ve said it was because of the cold but I knew for sure that it wasn’t because of the cold, it was because of the triplets and how they make me feel.

My breathing was paced and from the look on their faces I could tell that they could hear my heart racing.

Taking a close look at them, I saw the pleasure in their eyes. The hunger to take and f**k me right at that moment was so intense and so obvious that even I couldn’t wait for their touches.

The triplets scanned my body openly. I have never felt that desirable before, no one had ever looked at me the way the triplets are looking at me now. They stared at me like I was some sort of a prize and Dylan’s eyes were dark with lust.

Their eyes boring into me as they crept under my skin. Their silence was killing me and I wanted something to happen.

Are they going to touch me? Are my new masters going to ask me to do more naughty things?

Questions ran through my mind and never in my entire life have I felt slutty before. They haven’t even done anything and I’m willing to become putty in their hands.

“She’s got quite the asset.” Damien moaned as he made his way closer to me. My eyes traveled down his bare chest and I could see his bulge from his tight short.

In-fact, all three brother were already hard and I desperately wanted to tear my eyes away from their huge c***s but I couldn’t. It felt like a spell had been casted on me, making it difficult for me to look away from their huge hard-on.

“She makes a good slut.” Devin answered as his fingers trailed my soft skin thereby stimulating me even more. His fingers biting deeply into my shoulder as he took the scent of my hair.

An involuntary moan escaped my parted lips when Damien lightly fingered a loose tendril of hair on my cheek. I could feel their body heat, I knew they wanted me but the fact that they’re all doing nothing about it was frustrating.

While Devin and Damien explored my body with their fingers, Dylan stood and watched. His lustful expression had gotten replaced with something else and it wasn’t until his eyes met mine did I realize what it was.

Anger!

He was angry and his brothers were too busy to see it. The pull I felt towards Dylan in particular was shocking and confusing, I could feel what he feels, I could tell that there was something else beneath his anger.

“Stop!” He ordered and his brothers stopped touching me as they lifted their gaze to meet him at once.

“What? Are we not f*****g her yet?” Devin asked and Dylan shook his head as he lifted his fiery gaze to meet me.

“Leave.” He growled through gritted teeth. Understanding that they were not going to be needing me anymore, I bent to pick up my nightgown but Dylan stepped on it.

“Naked.” He finished with a smirk that makes me want to rip his head off his neck.