Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-47. Penthouse

[Xanthea]

Turning over to evade the light that filled Asher's bedroom through the glass walls, I snuggled into the soft pillow, gently curling myself in a fetal position under the warm blankets.

I let out a low groan, feeling the throbbing soreness and ache coursing through my body. The soreness was particularly concentrated in my waist, legs, and groin. Massaging my neck, I sat up on the bed, half awake.

The bed faced the cityscape.

I opened my eyes to the skyscrapers that stood touching the clouds. My eyes remained transfixed on the majestic architecture. Asher's penthouse was in the tallest skyscraper.

'Living at this height must have made it easier for him to keep an eagle eye view on the pack,' Raven had remarked in a sarcastic tone as we got into the private elevator, which took us directly to the penthouse. Through the bed's faint reflection in the glass, I could now see the far hills, buildings, horizon, and clouds align in their opulent grandeur.

Last night the cityscape stretched out before me like a labyrinth of shimmering lights, steel and glass intricately woven to remind me how far beyond my reach the demon lords actually were.

Even now, when I was in Asher's penthouse, in his bed, wearing his shirt as the only clothing on my body, I felt out of place.

It wasn't just a thought. I knew I didn't belong here.

This place, this pack, the triplets. They were all too sublime for me.

The place spoke of power, royalty, and luxury, and I fitted nowhere.

I lowered my gaze to the tip of my fingers peeking from behind the black cuffs of Asher's shirt that drowned my palms. The soft fabric caressed my bare skin.

Holding back a blush, I lowered my eyes as the memories of last night flooded back into my mind. My mind became clearer the more those memories bled into my consciousness. Asher had helped me wear this shirt after the bath.

I was half asleep and half awake when Raven carried me into the penthouse. Asher had teleported and was already here before us.

Ezra didn't come. Asher told us that Ezra had to attend some urgent meeting.

The flavor of chicken soup and sandwiches still lingered on my tongue.

'You can't go to sleep empty stomach. You need to eat. Come on, open your mouth...' Asher fed me the dinner right before I passed out into a slumber.

at the thought. Squeezing my thighs

peered at the picturesque view before me that

in

I

their lips flashed in my mind. The echo of my moanful pants resonated vividly in my ears. Their groans mixing with the

me-

intensified, making it harder for me to ignore the tantalizing

erupted around my belly.

as sensitive as it was last night. Every inch of my skin, every nerve in my body,

in my head like they echoed in the open shower last night, igniting something fervently fiery inside

drop of water that slithered down my fevered skin, followed closely by their scorching hands. Every sound, every sensation, still sizzled in

sleep, omega. Leave your body in

my hands over my ears as though doing so would stop the heavily lecherous memories from playing in my

were competing for dominance over me. The push and pull. The pain and

hands through my

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maddening. Nothing like I had ever

he pinned me against the glass and kissed me - took me

stop. Crying. Begging. Screaming.

it all,

my arms around myself, squeezing

is wrong

I stop thinking

am I craving it again, just as

be out of

their touch, the pressure of their grip, their

Xanthea!" I gritted my

gust flowed into the room, carrying with itself a faint scent of

my head towards the

beneath Asher's shirt as I got down

curtains aside, a breathtaking view