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!"

at him, gritting my teeth

"So what?" he said.

sick! This is madness!" I groaned out, shutting my eyes. The heat building between my legs, clouding my

parted against his. My silent breathy moans met his heavy breaths with an uncontrollable

the friction

don't want this," I gasped,

beautiful liar," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot as he inhaled deeply,

could feel the orgasm tighten in my belly. My mind

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

I need this?" Short, breaking pants trembled out of my lips as

breaths turned heavier, his brows

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

forehead rested against his shoulder as I buried my face in his chest, muffling my desperate whimpers, my body trembling feverishly as I fought to keep

bodies burned together from the high, but what followed was an unrelenting wave of guilt, shame, and an all-consuming rage I'd

my waist, refusing

him, my chest quivering. My hands slid down from his

slowing down. Peering into his eyes was the most consuming experience

my words came out as

our crotches still

said, cocking

into submitting to your will. None of this was my fault." My words were out of

lit up, a soft

that you finally realize you

"What?" I scowled.

He smiled.

much more unfiltered and... yourself. The only time I get to see my real Xanthea. Why don't you just stay

wish might actually come true if

just added more fuel to the fire I

crazy! Why are you doing this? What do you even want to gain from all this?" I grunted, breathing

then pretended to

revenge. Fucking the daughter on the grave of the mother who destroyed my family -

deep. My heart twisted painfully, seizing my breaths as they settled in my chest like a serpent coiling around my heart, its embrace

I said, my voice tight but uncertain. "If revenge was truly what you wanted, you wouldn't have planted

think I planted these flowers