The cum had dried on her thighs. She hadn’t had the energy to clean herself. Had just collapsed on the bed where Sebastian left her and hadn’t moved since.
The room was dim now. Evening light filtering through the heavy curtains. How many hours had passed? Three? Four?
Not enough.
Nowhere near enough time for her body to recover from what they’d done.
The door opened.
She didn’t turn to look. Didn’t have the energy.
Heavy footsteps crossed the room. Stopped beside the bed.
She felt the weight of someone’s gaze on her.
Finally, she turned her head.
Sebastian stood there. Still fully dressed. Those dark eyes moving over her naked, wrecked body with an expression she couldn’t quite read.
Hunger, maybe.
Satisfaction.
Something darker underneath both.
He didn’t say anything. Just stood there and stared.
She stared back, too exhausted to be afraid anymore.
Then his voice cut through the silence.
"Spread your legs."
The words landed like ice water.
Lilith’s eyes widened. "What?"
"I said spread your legs." His tone was casual. Like he was asking her to pass the salt. "I need to taste what you taste like. And I need to feel your pussy around my dick again."
No.
Her body couldn’t take it. She was too sore, too broken, too....
"I don’t have all night, omega." Sebastian moved to the bedside, looming over her. "You heard me. Spread your legs."
She shook her head mutely.
His hand shot out, gripping her ankle with bruising force.
"That wasn’t a request."
Lilith’s whole body was shaking. "Please....I can’t....I’m too sore....."
"You can," he said flatly. "And you will. Because that’s what you’re here for. Now spread. Your. Legs."
She had no choice.
She knew she had no choice.
Slowly, with trembling thighs, she let her legs fall open.
"Wider," Sebastian commanded.
She spread them wider. As wide as her aching muscles would allow.
Sebastian’s eyes dropped to her exposed pussy. To the mess his brothers had left.... dried cum, swollen lips, visible evidence of exactly how thoroughly she’d been used.
He moved between her thighs, positioning himself at the edge of the bed.
His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them even further apart, opening her completely to his gaze.
"Look at this," he murmured. More to himself than to her. "Absolutely wrecked. Swollen and messy and perfect."
He looked up at her face. Saw the fear there.
Smiled.


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