Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 173

Lilith pov

Hot.

I felt so hot, like my whole body was on fire. My face burned, my body trembled, my eyes glassy as my breathing came slow and uneven, everything blurred at the edges but most of all… my inner thighs pressed tight together, my core slick, not from the water but from something deeper, something aching and restless.

Was this because I was in heat?

No. It wasn’t. I knew what that felt like—sharp, insistent, a warning clawing through my mind, it felt primal, like I had to mate or die but this… this was different, like my body had taken over, like something inside me had snapped and all I could think about was one thing.

Relief.

I needed release. I needed to get this out of my system. I needed… them.

A soft, breathless sound slipped from my lips as my arms tightened around Silas’ shoulders while he carried me from the water. My face hovered near his ear, my nose brushing his skin as I nuzzled into him, his scent intoxicating—addictive in a way that made my head spin. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in, lips parting as my teeth grazed his ear in a slow, teasing nip.

His reaction was immediate.

I felt the shiver run through him, the way his grip tightened just slightly before he swallowed hard. And then, the next second, I was being pulled away, laid back against the blanket from the picnic earlier.

The loss of contact made my brows knit, my lips forming a faint pout as the cool night air kissed my heated skin. The moonlight spilled over me, and a second later, a shirt dropped across my bare body as a voice cut through the haze above.

“Why didn’t you read the name of the wine, Claude? You’ve basically drugged Lilith.”

Silas tone was tight with disbelief.

Through half-lidded eyes, I forced them open just enough to see shapes, Silas, Lucien, and Claude kneeling around me.

Silas and Lucien looked unimpressed, their gazes sharp as they fixed on Claude, who scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin, his wet blond hair clinging messily to his face. Droplets of water traced down his chest, over the defined lines of his stomach, disappearing beneath the low waistband of his briefs.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he muttered. “I grabbed a random bottle. How was I supposed to know it had an aphrodisiac in it… or that she’d drink the whole thing?”

His voice carried guilt, but I barely heard him.

Because my focus had shifted entirely.

My gaze dragged over him slowly—his face, his throat, the steady rise and fall of his chest… lower, over the ridges of his abdomen, to where the fabric clung just enough to hint at what lay beneath.

My tongue slipped over my lips without thinking, my mouth curving into something softer, something darker.

A smile that wasn’t quite innocent.

A smile of a wolf that had set its sights on its meal.

Goddess… I wanted to see what was under those briefs again. I missed it—I missed them all, I missed the way it had been before.

And as if Claude could feel the weight of my gaze, his body tightened, just briefly, just slightly, his eyes snapping toward me. The moment they met mine, my smile widened, my lashes lowering as I tilted my head, while my tongue traced slowly over my lips again.

It did something to him.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze flickering away too quickly as he leaned toward his brothers, lowering his voice, though not enough.

“Brothers… to be honest, I don’t think you should be worried about her but about us…”

His eyes darted back to me, and I rewarded him with a brighter smile, arching my back slightly as the heat pooled deeper, my thighs pressing together as a soft, breathy giggle slipped free, my mind drifting away from my control as everything felt fuzzy.

“She look like she’s about to devour us,” he continued under his breath. “I mean, she drank the whole bottle… one glass is enough to get anyone high. Right now, she’s a beast—”

A sharp smack cut him off.

My breath ghosted over his lips, and a soft, breathless moan escaped.

“Alpha Lucien… do you know you’re really hot~?” My voice was a hushed whisper, teasing, but he heard me. They all heard me. “Your body… rigid… hard… defined…”

My hand slid slowly from his face to his chest, tracing every curve beneath my palm. My lips hovered just an inch from his, eyes locked on his parted lips.

“You’re so perfect, Alpha Lucien~,” I purred, letting my hand drift lower, over every ridge and line.

Lower and lower it moved, until it brushed the contour beneath his briefs. Without hesitation, a finger traced along the now-evident bulge. His eyes darkened, jaw tightening, pulse quickening, heat radiating from every inch of him.

I leaned closer, our lips nearly touching. Any closer, and I would kiss him and he knew it. Like a spell, I felt him harden beneath my touch, his gaze fixed on my lips.

But I stopped. Instead of pressing to his mouth, I leaned toward his ear, a sly, sultry smirk curving mine.

“Let me worship you… let me take you. What do you say, Alpha Lucien~?”

A shaky breath escaped him. I felt it brush against my neck, thick and heated. Behind me, Silas and Claude’s gazes darkened, intense and sharp. The air itself seemed to tighten, ready to snap.

Then…a second passed by, his hand moved, slow, deliberate, wrapping around my waist. He pulled me closer, pressing into me, the hard length beneath him aching against my core.

“Please…” His deep, rough voice slid through the air, vibrating between us. “Take me, Lilith…”

His chest rose and fell, slow and deliberate, a low grunt escaping as his hips pressed tighter. The heat radiating from him made my own ache deepen.

A corner of my lips curved into a wicked smirk. A soft, breathy giggle slipped free, teasing, desperate.

I leaned in closer, tilting my head, and pressed my lips to the sensitive skin of his neck as I whispered, just barely above a breath.

“As you wish, daddy”