Alpha Daddies And Their Innocent Little Maid (18+) novel Chapter 175

Lilith pov

I was trembling.

Not from the cold. Not from nerves. Not from fear.

No—

I was trembling because I was in bliss.

Overwhelmed.

Consumed.

Intoxicated.

My eyes were wide, dazed, nearly rolling back, my cheeks flushed a deep, heated pink. My lips stayed parted perfectly around him, around Lucien, his thickness pressing deep, pulsing faintly against the back of my throat as if he needed more, demanded it.

I breathed through my nose, slow and unsteady, my mouth full and a soft, broken moan slipped out of me.

The vibration traveled through him.

“Fuck—”

He grunted.

He felt it.

I knew he did.

But I barely heard him. Barely registered anything beyond the way my body was unraveling because behind me…

Silas.

His hands were firm on my inner thighs, holding me open, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

And goddess, his mouth…

That heat.

That slow, relentless pressure against my dripping clit…

A sharp gasp tore through me, muffled, my body jolting as pleasure surged all at once. My fingers twitched, my thighs trembling against his grip as his tongue dragged over me—slow, deliberate like a man savoring the first taste of something he planned to devour completely.

The low groan that followed pressed against me, sent a deep shudder through my core.

He liked it.

He liked the way I tasted.

And goddess, it was too much.

Too good.

And still… not enough.

The heat spreading through my body whispered only one thing, over and over again…

More.

More… take more, feel more, Lilith.

“Fuck, Lilith…”

Lucien’s voice cut through the haze, rough and strained, dragging me back to the present.

My eyes flickered up to him.

He was watching me.

Eyes dark. Heavy. Glassy with need. Fixed on where he was still buried in my mouth.

And something in that look—

It made me move.

My lips tightened around him, my mouth flexing, drawing another rough sound from his throat before I pulled back just enough to let him slip free.

Only to take him again.

Greedier this time.

My mouth opened wider as I sank down inch by inch, pushing until he filled me completely once more.

Deeper.

Warmer.

Tighter.

When I reached the base, my throat stretched around him, adjusting, taking him fully and without breaking eye contact, I slowly drew back, letting a slick trail of spit cling to his length.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t touch.

He just watched.

Watched me work for him.

For his release.

His length twitched in my mouth and I pushed down again.

Then pulled back, falling into a steady, hungry rhythm, taking him in and out, my hand working the base, matching the pace as it built.

But the next second—

A shaky, breathless whimper escaped me.

My eyes rolled back as my body jolted, my core tightening hard around Silas’s tongue as he pushed deeper, the sensation sharp, overwhelming, enough to make me see stars.

I nearly came right there.

I was too sensitive.

Too wet.

“Nnngh—”

The ache burned deep in my core, making my thighs instinctively want to close but he held me open with firm hands, pressing his face harder against me as he lapped, sucked, and moved with growing intensity.

“Let me help you.”

Without hesitation, he shoved my head all the way down, forcing me to the base. I gasped, whimpering around him. There was no time to adjust. His other hand gripped me firmly in place as he began thrusting hard, fast, and merciless into my mouth.

My hands clutched his thighs, not to push him away, but to anchor myself as he fucked my mouth, each stroke making my head swirl.

I gagged, but I let him take me, let him use me. His groans reverberated through the night, his dick twitching relentlessly between my lips.

I could feel him—he was on the edge.

“Fuck… you’re going to swallow every last drop of me,” he hissed, voice low and rough, no trace of earlier gentleness remaining. The wet, sloppy sounds of his thrusts filled the air. “You’re going to take it all.”

My eyes fluttered shut at the intensity.

Beside me, Claude grunted, his rhythm growing faster and rougher, ready to spill over me. Behind me, Silas’s tongue slammed harder, faster, punishing.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Tears streaked down my cheeks, but I didn’t care. Goddess… this was it.

The intensity, the force… I was on the edge, humping against Silas despite Lucien’s hands holding me, my core tightening, trembling.

Oh fuck… I loved this. I loved these men. I wanted them. I craved them.

Lucien cursed, driving harder, slamming my head in and out of his dick before suddenly stalling, pressing the very tip against the back of my throat. The next second, he jerked, spilling into me.

“Fuck… take it. Take my seeds, little wolf,” he hissed. Hot, salty ropes flooded my mouth, wave after wave, and I gagged, desperate, but he didn’t release me.

“Fuck… I’m spilling, Lilith!”

Claude.

I felt him release over me, drenching my back with his cum. I whimpered, eyes squeezing shut, trying to stay present, trying to take it all in, but…

“Nnngh!!”

I came.

All over Silas’s mouth, my core clenching, breath catching as I spilled over him. He lapped hungrily, greedy, his hands gripping my thighs so tightly I knew there would be bruises.

He devoured me, every taste, every drop, driving me to the edge of collapse.

Before I could fall, Lucien released me, and I slumped against him, panting, coughing, fighting for air. His hand returned to my hair, slow and deliberate, like a master praising a pet.

“Good girl… you did so well, little wolf… but it’s not over. Stay awake a little longer. Let us use you more.”

Just as I was peeling my eyes open, I felt it—Silas, standing, adjusting, aiming his dick at my exposed clit, spreading me wide, reminding me he wasn’t done. My body responded instinctively, eager, hungry, as if my pussy craved him even after the release.

Almost immediately, Lucien’s hand eased from my hair, replaced by another firm grip. Before I could react, my head was forced up, tilted toward Claude. He was still stroking himself slowly, smudging cum along my lips, his smirk teasing, eyes dark with desire.

“Say ‘ah,’ little wolf. Time for a treat,” he murmured, husky and playful.

For a moment, I didn’t move. But then… I smiled, lips curling slowly, obedient.

“Yes, Daddy,” I mouthed.

The moment I did, I obeyed.

“Nnngh!”

Claude and Silas slid into me at the same time, claiming me completely.