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 He had withdrawn himself in the back of my mind, so much so I could barely feel his presence.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.

Ezra! Faster!"

fingers dug into her skin as he braced her hips before

merciless jerk, her breasts bouncing as her

moved her hips in circles that made her curves even

burned as if her pussy was wrapped

back,

sobbed, throwing back head as her pussy dropped back on Ezra,

and lips, as

in a carnal frustration. He held her hips firmly against his as he fucked her harder through her orgasm.

could properly take in Xanthea's thawing expressions, Raven stood before

looked into Raven's

rule?"

then shifted my gaze to Ezra, who was

solo sex rule will

bride without the knowledge and 'presence' of the other two," I said, peering at Xanthea. "Those were the clear rules

running his tongue across his inner cheek. It wasn't difficult to tell something brooded behind his eyes as he contemplated me with a fake

sex rule. We can, individually, have sex with our bride

favor of this. I am with

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

from the chair. Walking towards Raven, I stood face to face with

at me,

what he had, pissed when he couldn't have something and content once he had

that's what I

could. Hope and confidence were two of the most important things for a win. And I provided him

that he was the only one who

his victory, I lowered my

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

eyes was

that, I sidestepped and walked past him, deliberately bumping my shoulder

eyes were

the one who went slightly out of my control was... Ezra and I think I could do

closer to the bed and the more blindingly visible the

his brows, dwelling deeper into his thoughts. He was easily readable as ever. After what I just said, he was re-evaluating, re-contemplating his decision on the solo sex rule. Seizing Xanthea's upper arm, I tore her away from Ezra

crashed against me. The daze cleared away from her eyes as soon as the tantalizing electricity

brows knit as she peered

feeling it, too. The bond. Maybe not as intensely as I was, but she could feel it from the moment our eyes

her wrist, I pinned her ringed hand on her

the goosebumps zap across her skin as she shut her eyes, wincing and

Raven exchanged

rules, they always

Raven, kissing her shoulder. "To not be aware of where she is and with whom?" I asked, running my hand down her

out hoarse. "I

brows furrowed, a dark scowl twisting his sharp

anywhere. No restrictions, no rules. No time limit. They can keep her away from the rest for however long they want, of course, outside her college schedule," I said, kissing Xanthea's neck. "And there's no way to know about her whereabout, and no obligation for

regretting suggesting to drop the solo sex rules. And if

of us know of spying-proof places that others

fingers that ran through Xanthea's, slowly slipping off the ring from