Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Look At This Ass

He slammed inside her from behind.

Lilith screamed into the sheets, her arms nearly buckling from the force of it.

Sebastian was even bigger than Lucian. Thicker. And the angle had him hitting spots that made her see stars with every brutal thrust.

"Look at this ass," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "Look at these marks. Perfect handprints from yesterday. I’m going to add more."

He spanked her again. And again. Building a rhythm.....thrust, spank, thrust, spank....until her ass was burning and she was sobbing.

Lucian moved in front of her, still catching his breath from his own orgasm.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

She shook her head.

He gripped her hair, forcing her head up.

"I said open your fucking mouth, omega."

Sebastian spanked her hard enough to make her gasp.

Lucian used the opening to push his still-hard cock past her lips.

"That’s it," he groaned. "Take it. Choke on it while Sebastian destroys your pussy."

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just existed in the overwhelming sensation of being used from both ends.

Sebastian pounding into her from behind with brutal force. Lucian fucking her mouth, pushing deeper with each thrust.

"She looks so good like this," Sebastian said, his voice rough. "Completely stuffed. Completely ours."

Lucian’s grip on her hair tightened.

"Swallow," he commanded. "Every drop."

He came down her throat and she had no choice but to swallow, gagging and choking but taking it all.

Sebastian followed seconds later, slamming deep and roaring as he filled her pussy with his release.

When they finally pulled out, she collapsed completely.

Unable to move. Unable to speak. Just lying there shaking while cum leaked out of both ends.

She’d been thoroughly used by two of them before breakfast.

Day two was already worse than day one.

***

Hours later, Lilith woke to pain.

Not the sharp, immediate kind from yesterday morning when Lucian had been between her legs. This was deeper. Settled. The kind of ache that spoke of a body pushed far beyond its limits and forced to keep going anyway.

Everything hurt.

Her hips. Her thighs. The space between her legs....god, especially there. Her breasts were tender and bruised. Her throat bore the ghost of Nicholas’s grip. Her shoulders ached from being held down, twisted, positioned however they wanted her.

She lay still for a moment, taking inventory of the damage.

Two days. She’d been at the Blackwood estate for two days.

And she still have Twenty-eight more to go.

The thought should have been crushing. Should have made her want to curl into a ball and disappear.

Instead, something else stirred in her chest. Something stubborn and familiar.

Get up, she heard his voice in her head. Pain is just information. It tells you you’re alive. Now get up and keep moving.

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