Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-66. Her heat(18+)

[Ezra]

I never thought I would ever say this, much less accept it to myself, but Xanthea was anything but weak.

I was foolish to think she was a weak soul, that she needed me for her vengeance. All Xanthea needed was the space to be herself and a security that it was ok to be herself. She needed an introduction to who she truly was, and I was glad I could provide it to her.

I wanted to see her torture and kill that pathetic family of hers, use me to massacre them and hang their bodies for display before the world. But that was something 'I' wanted, not her. But the path she chose had put me in a state of deep, thoughtful perplexity.

She knew exactly what she wanted, as though she had been dying to do everything she did today for years, but she never had a chance.

I certainly didn't agree with her ways, but they were her ways to win 'her' battle. So, I respected them because, unlike me, she deserved to heal.

I was proud that she carved her own path. A path that was true to herself - her soul.

Something I couldn't have done.

Like she said, what she did wasn't some mercy or forgiveness. It was something existing between black and white, between good and evil. It was a completely selfish act of selflessness. She chose her healing over hurting who hurt her.

And when she helped her sister regain consciousness, I went kind of... numb.

I could have never even thought of doing something like that. It was way beyond the capacity and nature of my soul to muster that kind of revenge.

Even with all my powers and physical strength, I was absolutely humbled before her. She was much stronger and gentler to herself than I ever was, much powerful than I will ever be for myself. Like she said, she hadn't forgiven those jerks, but she had found the courage to forgive herself. And that did something to me.

She changed something in me - in ways I could not decipher.

I know I took her to her family to free her from the shackles of her past, but it felt as though a few shackles of my past had shattered as well just by seeing her set herself free.

It had been years since I experienced such a lightness in my body, as if someone had lifted some weights off my chest.

As though I was in fresh air for the first time.

Hypnotized, I gazed at Xanthea. She was sleeping soundly, enveloped in the dreamy aura. My heart did something roughly wild.

Taking off my tie, I unbuttoned my shirt.

Thank you, Xanthea.

Thank you for making me feel a little alive after so long.

Thank you for showing me how peaceful killing with kindness can actually be.

Thank you for being so contagiously strong.

I hope I can return to you the same peace you have given to my soul.

Sliding Xanthea's panties off her slim legs, I kissed her ankle.

Sex was the only coherent way I knew to express my incoherent emotions.

hope your dreams understand what you mean to my nightmares

squirmed beautifully, knitting her

against her

her collarbone to her chest. His eyes lingered on her lips before he took off her earrings and tossed them aside on the nightstand. Before Raven could kiss her lips, I grabbed Xanthea's wrist and yanked her off the bed

then leaned against the headboard with a

You wanted her to sleep,

against my chest, running my thumb

lipstick tonight. I hope when you are sober enough; you realize I am a

lips slowly, savoring the texture and taste of her

relief when she didn't kiss me back, didn't smile

But I would remember the night just

and I do not know how to stop it. But I no longer want to deny it. Accepting you would

remember, I hope

let's pretend it's just us here. Let's pretend Raven and

shouldn't be difficult to

are drowning in your drunken dreams

selfish and even when you don't remember how we fucked tonight;

with the carnal hunger of a man who has never been kissed before. Breathing in her breaths and her scent, I was tempted to never part from her body, for parting

and then, to

lips, I could read her secrets, her feelings without the fear of being read by her at the same time. Hugging her limp

I kissed her eyelids, caressing

her curves, breasts, down to the soft

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pussy, I

exquisite sight of

baby." I mumbled, before running my tongue across

her

her wetness, I slowly devoured her pussy with all the patience I could muster at that moment. Xanthea let out a small moan, knitting her brows as I rolled my tongue around her swollen clitoris and

bit her clit gently between my teeth, flicking it as I pressed it

with my tongue until she came all over my face.

her rosy tinted skin and her dripping pussy, I took off my belt. Unzipping

arousal had spun a web around me. If it was a trap, I was walking right

her slit, teasing

you remember, angel," I said,

my cock smoothly, I plunged

eyes fluttered open halfway before they shut again. Her body bobbed beneath me. Her lips parted and her brows knit. Her subtle gasp and annoyed sleepy

madly as I feel you right now, darling," I whispered against

wet and warm. She was absolutely perfect. Her insides clenched around me, as though asking me to stay inside her for a

itself in my head as I increased my pace. I re-imagined every second of the day when I wanted to

she let out a stream of

feel it baby, just

my fingers with hers, ramming inside her harder. I loved the creases adorn her face as her body bobbed harder from

when she opened her eyes in confusion, and then shut them with a whimper that made me grow harder inside

her breasts, feeling myself

and I slammed my hand over