Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-67. Restricted access(18+)

[Asher]

The ring on Xanthea's finger was fascinating.

Very... fascinating.

"Ezra... ah! Ah! Oh god..."

Xanthea's breathing turned harsher as she clenched the bedsheet, stifling her moans into a silent cry.

Ezra's hips collided with her in a rough thrust, yanking a cry right out of her throat. Panting, she reached out to caress his face with the same ring-adorned hand. With a smirk, Ezra entangled his fingers with hers, kissing the ring as he smiled at her.

Her brows knit as she looked back at him. Both of them were so absorbed in one another, I bet they didn't even notice Raven's growing frustration as he frowned at them.

Ezra drank in every inch of her body with an insatiable hunger in his eyes. The more his eyes stayed on her, the more beastly they turned.

Now that Xanthea had gone into a full-bloomed heat and her desires had intoxicated her scent, no wonder Ezra fucked her with every intention of filling her with his pups. Primal response to a woman's heat. It was a naturally perfect response, yet everything about this moment seemed utterly imperfect.

As her mate, Icifer perceived her heat more vigorously than the others. That was why he was overly sensitive when she was entering the heat phase. He sensed her desires even before her body did.

Tonight, I figured out that even my wolf had a limit of endurance. He had withdrawn himself in the back of my mind, so much so I could barely feel his presence.

All his roaring restlessness, rage and possessiveness had subsided to a silent numbness. So now when I looked at Xanthea's body entangled with a man who wasn't me, nothing clouded my vision and my perspective.

And now that I could see them with my eyes, I noticed the subtle, unexpected exchange between Ezra and Xanthea. A kind of exchange I hadn't quite anticipated.

Staying inside her, Ezra grabbed her ass, picked her up, hugged her, and made her wrap her legs around his waist. He sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard while Xanthea straddled him.

From the hazy delirium in her eyes, it was clear she wasn't completely sober, but she was awake.

"Ride me, baby," Ezra whispered in her ear. "Show me how well you move those hips of yours."

Xanthea blinked, probably trying to comprehend the position she was in through her haze. There was a point where it felt as though she gave up trying to understand the situation and decided to just go with the flow. And she seemed to be enjoying the flow more than I allowed her to.

Holding his shoulders, Xanthea looked at Ezra, her body moving with incomplete gasps at Ezra's soft thrusts. She licked her lower lip before biting them as she began moving. Ezra cupped her breast in one hand, taking it in his mouth while his other hand wrapped around her hips, supporting her to slide up and down on his cock.

Ezra ran his tongue across her breastbone, rolling her hard nipple between his fingers.

"Umm... ung! Uh!" Biting her lips, Xanthea moved faster.

A growl resonated in Ezra's chest as he leaned back, shutting his eyes.

"You're so fucking perfect, angel..." he groaned through his clenched teeth, running his hand down her ass and squeezing them with a hiss.

Xanthea sunk into Ezra's neck, kissing his neck. Her fragile, ringed hand ran up his abs to his chest.

She slowly wrapped her arms around Ezra's neck and kissed him.

Her muffled gasps mixed with Ezra's rough breaths escaped their entangled lips. Parting from the kiss, she looked down at Ezra's abs and shut her eyes, gulping hard.

Ezra's thrusts crashed against her gentle pace, driving him deeper inside her.

Faster!"

her hips before he began ramming her pussy, making her

shuddered with a merciless jerk, her breasts bouncing as her

gaze, she moved her hips in circles that made her curves

as if her

her back, falling onto her chest as she

pussy dropped back on Ezra, taking

especially around her eyes and lips, as a slick film of

firmly against his as he fucked her harder through her orgasm. Slumping on him, Xanthea arched herself against him. "Fucking hell..." Xanthea's heart pounded violently,

expressions, Raven stood before me, obscuring

into Raven's

we dropping the solo sex rule?" Raven asked, folding his arms across his

who was now embracing Xanthea like he never

open the upcoming week for sex, but... solo sex rule will not be

sex with the bride without the knowledge and 'presence' of

inner cheek. It wasn't difficult to tell something brooded behind his eyes as he contemplated me

favor of removing the solo sex rule. We can, individually, have sex with our bride whenever we want and we wouldn't need the permission or 'presence' of the

I vote in favor of this. I am with Raven," Ezra said with a tight

control everything after all." He smiled as though he had just won some kind of contest. "You want it or not, we are dropping

the chair. Walking towards

stared at me,

he had, pissed when he

that's what I was using. I was fuelling his

I let him believe he could. Hope and confidence were

he was the only one who wasn't under my control and I

I lowered my

the full experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere else.

you sure?" I asked, matching Raven's gaze. "Are you sure you want to drop

eyes was washed over by bewilderment within

past him,

me, but my eyes were once again

was... Ezra and I think I could do a little

every step, I got closer to the bed and the more blindingly visible the ring on Xanthea's finger became. The

he was re-evaluating, re-contemplating his decision

me. The daze cleared away from her eyes as soon as the

brows knit as she peered at me, widening her eyes. Her breaths

bond. Maybe not as intensely as I was,

wrist, I pinned her ringed hand on her back as I

the goosebumps zap across her skin as

and Raven exchanged a

have free access to Xanthea if they dropped the rule, not even realizing that with or without the rules, they always had restricted

not be aware of where she is and with whom?" I asked, running my hand down her spine. Her back arched away from my hand. "Asher..." she whimpered, burying her face in my chest

voice came out hoarse. "I don't have

dark scowl twisting

course, outside her college schedule," I said, kissing Xanthea's neck. "And there's no way to know about her whereabout, and no

drop the solo sex rules. And if he wasn't, I

spying-proof places that others

through Xanthea's, slowly slipping off the ring from her finger with a planned motion to draw Ezra's