Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Feed Your Breasts To Me

She looked back down at the page and started reading, her voice shaking slightly.

"The massacre of 1847 marked one of the darkest moments in wolf-witch relations. Despite careful planning and extensive security measures, hunters discovered the location of the treaty signing. Seventeen wolves and twelve witches were killed. The evidence suggested an inside betrayal, though the guilty party was never conclusively identified..."

"Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?" Sebastian’s voice was quiet. Dangerous.

She kept reading, her voice getting steadier as she focused on the words.

"In the aftermath, both communities retreated from alliance efforts for nearly three decades. Trust, once broken between species, proved nearly impossible to rebuild. The incident served as a cautionary tale about the dangers of..."

"Stop."

She stopped.

Sebastian moved around the chair, standing in front of her now. Looking down at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read.

"Stand up," he said.

She stood, clutching the book to her chest like a shield.

"Drop the book."

She set it carefully on the chair.

"Come here."

She took a step toward him, her whole body trembling. She knew that look in his eyes. Knew what was coming.

Sebastian’s hands moved to her waist, gripping firmly. He guided her backward....not roughly, but inexorably....until the backs of her legs hit the leather couch positioned near the fireplace.

"Lie down," he commanded.

She lowered herself onto the couch, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.

Sebastian stood over her, his eyes moving over her clothed body with predatory focus.

"You know what I love about you in clothes?" he said conversationally. "It makes unwrapping you so much more satisfying."

His hands moved to her leggings, gripping the waistband. He pulled them down slowly, deliberately, watching her face the entire time.

When they were off, he tossed them aside carelessly.

Her panties followed. Simple cotton that provided no protection, no barrier.

She lay there exposed from the waist down, her legs pressed together instinctively.

Sebastian’s hands moved to her knees, spreading them apart with firm pressure.

"Don’t hide from me," he said. "I want to see what’s mine."

He looked at her pussy for a long moment. Really looked. Like he was memorizing every detail.

She was still swollen from yesterday. Still bearing the evidence of how thoroughly they’d used her. The marks they’d left.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "Even wrecked, you’re fucking beautiful."

His hands moved to her sweater, pushing it up and over her head. She lifted her arms to help, and then she was topless except for her bra.

He unhooked it with practiced ease, freeing her breasts.

The cool air hit her sensitive nipples and they hardened immediately.

Sebastian’s eyes darkened.

"Perfect," he said quietly.

Then he moved to the chair....the one she’d been reading in....and sat down. Spread his legs. Leaned back with that casual dominance that made her stomach twist.

"Come here," he commanded. "Straddle me."

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