Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: The Morning Report

His hand moved to his cock.

It was already hard. Had been hard all night. No amount of cold showers, no amount of mental discipline, no amount of will could make it soften. The thing was like a rod of steel, leaking precome, demanding satisfaction.

He wrapped his hand around it and stroked.

His eyes closed as pleasure shot through him. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. They all were. Three alpha males....powerful, trained, disciplined....but reduced to stroking their cocks in the shower because an omega had worked her way into their systems like a drug.

Years of training. Years of breeding that emphasized control and mastery over instinct. And all of it was meaningless because their wolves had decided that a small, wolfless omega was more important than any of that.

They were fucked.

All three of them.

And there was nothing they could do about it.

Sebastian stroked faster.

His jaw clenched. His free hand pressed against the shower wall, creating deep gouges in the tile as his body reacted to the friction of his hand on his cock. The water ran over him, hot and relentless, and he used it to ground himself even as pleasure built at the base of his spine.

His breathing became heavier. More ragged.

He could imagine her beneath him. Could imagine the way her pussy would feel wrapped around his cock right now. Could imagine the sounds she would make if he was inside her, fucking her, claiming her, marking her as his.

But he couldn’t touch her. His brother had been clear. Off-limits. Completely.

The thought made him stroke faster.

His muscles tensed. His entire body coiled toward release. His balls were tight, heavy, desperate for relief.

And then....

Thick ropes of cum spilled out of him, splattering against the shower wall. The release was intense but not satisfying. His cock was still hard as it pulsed its load, still desperate for more, still aching with need.

Sebastian looked down at his still-erect dick with a mixture of frustration and despair.

"Fuck," he breathed.

The word hung in the hot steam of the shower.

His cock was still rock hard. The orgasm had done nothing to relieve the aching need. If anything, it had made it worse. His body knew what it wanted, and stroking off in a shower wasn’t going to satisfy that want.

He switched off the water and stepped out of the shower.

The cold air of the bathroom hit his wet skin, and for a moment, he stood there dripping water onto the floor, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His chest was heaving. His muscles were still coiled tight. His cock was still hard, still leaking, still demanding.

He ran his hands through his wet hair and gripped it like he could physically hold himself together through sheer force of will.

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