Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-110. Buried(TW)

[Xanthea]

Before I could comprehend Asher's words, his energy fluctuated violently.

My stomach lurched, a sharp pain shooting through my head from the abrupt realm jump. Disoriented, I blinked away the mist clouding my vision.

A restless unease buried in my chest, my emotions rotting, leaving me with nothing but a foul, suffocating sense of burning foreboding in my stomach as I took in my surroundings.

The chilly winds howled, cutting through my shaking breaths as I peered at 'Forget me not' engraved on my mother's gravestone.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and jasmine flanking the gravestone. Midnight draped the mortal realm in darkness while the murky clouds shrouded the moon, scattering its fragmented light across the graveyard.

My nails dug into Asher's shoulder as his palms trailed up my back. A touch that could melt me within seconds suddenly felt taboo. I was still straddling him as he knelt beside my mother's grave.

My instincts warned me not to turn toward him - not to meet his eyes. Because if I did, something terrible, something irreversible, might happen at that moment.

My body stiffened as he slid the sleeves of my gown down my shoulders.

A frantic urgency surged through my body. Ignoring the sharp throb in my ring finger, I tried to push him away, to get off him, to distance myself from him. But he was faster. His hands swiftly grabbed my wrists, twisting them behind. With one arm, he pinned them on my back, holding me in place.

"Ah!" I gritted my teeth, panting. His other arm grabbed my waist tighter, locking our bodies together as he pulled me closer.

The struggle made my nightgown slip halfway down my breasts.

"Don't... uh!"

My brows tensed and I shut my eyes, wincing at the feeling of his cock grinding against my pussy through the fabric of his pants.

"What's wrong, wife? You were so desperate for me to fuck you just moments ago." His voice dripped with grim amusement as he kissed my cleavage.

"Not here. Not like this." I grunted, struggling to free my hands from his grip, knowing how futile my efforts were and that all my resistance was just turning him on even more because I could feel him grow harder.

His teeth and tongue teased my nipples through the sheer fabric of my gown, each flick sending jolts of tantalizing sensation pulsing through my core. I squirmed against him, my breaths turning shallow and erratic as his lips grazed along my skin, burning kisses along my collarbone.

"Why?" He asked. "We are still the same. Nothing's changed."

"Everything's changed! We're in a graveyard!"

snapped at him, gritting my teeth to suppress my

"So what?" he said.

madness!" I groaned out, shutting my eyes. The heat building between

his. My silent breathy moans met his heavy breaths

his hips constantly grinding against mine, it was impossible to cope with the friction of his subtle thrusts,

don't want this," I gasped, biting down on

beautiful liar," he whispered against my ear, his

me. I could feel the orgasm tighten in my

it's not about what you want-" his thrusts turned rougher "-it's about what you need, and I'll give you everything you need." He groaned, bracing

what... makes you think... I need this?" Short, breaking pants trembled out of my lips as I frowned at

you..." his breaths turned heavier, his brows

freed my wrists, but before the thought of tearing myself away from him could even cross my mind, my finger clutched the front of his shirt. Moans forced their way out of my throat, dissolving into breathless gasps as the searing orgasm split through my

I buried my face in his chest, muffling my desperate whimpers, my body trembling feverishly as I fought to keep myself from falling apart

but what followed was an unrelenting wave of guilt, shame, and an all-consuming

my waist, refusing

my chest quivering. My hands slid down from his shoulders to

locked in a mix of heat and fury, and I could feel the time slowing down. Peering into his eyes was the most consuming experience and probably the most terrifying as well, because if I drowned in them any deeper,

words came out

where our

you go," he said, cocking his brow. "That's not how it

guilt-trap me into submitting to your will. None of this was my

up, a soft laugh

that you finally realize you were trapped in guilt,"

"What?" I scowled.

He smiled.

when you are mad. You are so much more unfiltered and... yourself. The only time I get to see my real Xanthea.

"your wish might actually come true if you don't

more fuel to the fire

crazy! Why are you doing this? What do you even want to gain

a deep breath and then pretended to

who destroyed my family - sounds dramatic, right? Almost perfect

breaths as they settled in my chest like a serpent coiling around my heart,

you would have fucked me the first time you followed me here," I said, my voice tight but uncertain. "If revenge was truly what you wanted, you wouldn't have planted all these flowers around her grave. Don't tell me it's

planted these flowers for your