16 Masturbating to the Alphas
I couldn’t sleep.
My body felt hot, as if it were on fire. I was restless, every inch of me aching.
Two days had passed since I participated in the ritual, and the outcome wasn’t at all what I had expected. I had survived, walked out alive despite the fact that my head had been seconds from rolling onto the ground. But most of all, I had been given the gold I needed to afford my mother’s surgery. Thankfully, it was successful. My mother was stable for now, though the procedure only slowed the spread of the wolfsbane, it wasn’t a cure.
But now…
The reason for my restlessness had nothing to do with any of that. It was something far more embarrassing, something I didn’t even want to admit to myself.
It was the unbearable ache between my legs.
I slowly pulled the blanket off my body and stared at my soaked panties. My face burned red, and I bit my bottom lip when I realized I was wet… again. Even without touching myself, even without any real sexual thoughts, my pussy throbbed as if it was begging-no, demanding for another release tonight.
Ever since the ritual, my body had been acting strange. For the past two nights, I’d wake up because of that same ache, that desperate need, the urge to pleasure myself, to put something inside me just to make it stop.
The first night, I couldn’t resist it. I pushed my fingers inside my core, and only after I finally came did the unbearable fire fade.
The second night was the same. I woke up to that familiar throbbing, that maddening fire, and I gave in again. Because if I didn’t, my body felt like it would burn up, my mind would be foggy, and I wouldn’t be able to think straight until I found release.
The first thought that came to my mind the second time I touched myself was that I was in heat.
And like every female werewolf, I knew they usually went into heat once or twice a month, and the only way to truly end it was to mate, to find a male wolf who would take them.
But that was impossible. I was wolfless, practically human, and I had never been in heat before. So why now?
Why was my body reacting this way?
My breathing grew heavy as I slowly spread my legs, my gaze falling to the damp fabric of my soaked panties. Before I could stop myself, my hand slid down, fingers pressing lightly against my clit through the thin material. The instant I touched myself, a sharp shudder tore through me.
Fuck, this was bad.
I wanted nothing more than to push my panties aside, to shove my fingers deep inside my core, to feel my walls clench around them as my eyes rolled back and my toes curled, teetering on the edge of release. But I couldn’t do ít, because if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from imagining that night.
The night I was used, fucked, and filled by the three Alpha Brothers.
Because even if I tried not to think of them while I pleasure myself, my mind would always betray me. I’d remember how Lucien’s thick dick stretched me wide as I rode him, the way his hand closed around my throat as his cum spilled deep inside me.
I’d remember how Claude fucked my mouth hard, how I fel his veins throbbing on my tongue as he slammed into my throat, and the salty, sinful taste of his release.
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And then there was Silas-the way his tongue worshipped me, the way his thick fingers pumped in and out, the way he made me moan, and how he licked me clean afterward… as if my juices were the most intoxicating thing he had ever tasted.
As if responding to my thoughts, my pussy throbbed, and the next moment the ache grew sharper, making me whimper in pain as my vision blurred. My body trembled, and I collapsed onto the bed, my hands fisting the sheets, my back arching as I tried to fight it. But with every passing second, it only grew worse.
More unbearable.
More overwhelming.
“W-what is wrong with me?” I whispered, breathless, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. But then, in the next second, I felt it again. 1
The ache. Shooting through my spine, clouding my senses, making me cry out.
“Nnngh!” My hand flew to my chest, and I bit down on my bottom lip harder as I suddenly felt suffocated, as though a heavy weight was pressing down on me.
Was I really in heat? That had to be the only explanation for this intensity. And if I truly was in heat, then this was dangerous.
I had heard of women who had died from being in heat, and something deep inside me warned that if I didn’t stop this ache, it could kill me too.
Before I could stop myself, I weakly reached for my pussy. My breath came in harsh and shallow as my gaze flickered downward and I pushed my panties aside. The moment I saw myself bare, I swallowed hard.
I was wet. So wet that it glistened down on both of my inner thighs.
My pussy looked swollen, flushed pink, and it throbbed almost painfully and the instant my fingers brushed over it, a shiver shot through my spine, my breath catching in my throat.
Before I could even think, my fingers were already moving on their own, slowly circling my clit, feeling my slickness coat my fingertips.
“Goddess,” I moaned, collapsing back onto the bed. And just like those two nights before, the moment I touched myself, the ache dulled, and intense pleasure surged through me like wildfire, making me press harder as I rubbed myself.
Just that simple contact was enough to make me close my eyes, part my lips and arch my back as I felt how hot and sensitive my body reacted to my touch.
Fuck
My hand tightened around the sheets as my other hand rubbed my clit, quickening the pace as I stared up at the ceiling. Without hesitation, I slipped a finger inside me. Almost instantly, my body shuddered, and I began pumping in and out of myself, my breath hitching as I added another finger, relishing the way my walls tightened and clenched around them.
Goddess, this was driving me insane. It felt so good that I couldn’t help but move faster, harder, until I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans as my pace quickened.
My eyes rolled back in pleasure as my fingers thrust in and out of me again and again, deeper each time, until I curled them just right and gasped when they struck a spot that made my whole body tremble.
I could feel the tension building, and the urge to cum was almost unbearable.
Yet it wasn’t enough.
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It didn’t feel good enough-nothing like that night, nothing like the way their dicks felt inside me. My fingers didn’t stretch me enough.
And just like that, the memories of that night flashed through my mind, and they were all inside me again.
All three men, three dicks buried deep in my core, releasing inside me one after the other, their seed spilling out of me as they took turns-
As they fucked me.
Choked me.
Ruined me.
“More… please, more,” I moaned, pulling my hand away from my mouth to clutch the sheets tightly as my hips moved faster, fucking my fingers harder.
This was wrong. I knew it was, but I couldn’t stop.
I imagined Lucien pounding into my pussy instead of my fingers, imagined Claude forcing me to take his entire length in my mouth while Silas stood over me, stroking himself, waiting for his turn to use me, to spill his seed inside me.
My eyes rolled back as breathless moans spilled from my lips, every sound pushing me closer to the edge. The burning ache had vanished completely, replaced by an all-consuming pleasure.
“Yes! Oh goddess, yes… I’m about to cum. Please, make me cum!” I screamed, not caring that it was the middle of the night or if my neighbors could hear me because in the next second, my walls tightened around my fingers and then…
I came.
Hard.
A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my entire body trembled, my back arching. I bit down on my bottom lip, my fist clenching tighter against the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
The world seemed to stop for a brief moment, my vision blurring as I struggled to breathe. I stared at the ceiling, panting heavily, my chest rising and falling. But I pushed through it, forcing myself to steady my breathing as my body slowly returned to normal, the heat finally gone.
After a few seconds of riding out the intense orgasm, I drew in a deep, shaky breath and finally slid my fingers out of my pussy, a soft whimper escaping me. When my gaze fell on my swollen clit, glistening with my juices, my face flushed bright red with embarrassment.
Yet again… I had done it. I had touched myself while shamefully thinking about Lucien, Silas, and Claude.
My hands clenched into fists as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me, and there was also that voice in my head I’d heard just before I left the room that day. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but I could swear I’d heard a word I shouldn’t have.
“Mates,”
However, before I could think any further about it, my phone suddenly lit up with notifications.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
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My gaze flickered to the table, and I weakly reached out to grab it.
Unlocking the screen, I saw a string of messages from my boss, Theodore, and immediately raised a brow in confusion.
Theodore: Hmm, Lilith, what is happening? Am I really seeing this, or am I tripping?
Theodore: I don’t think I’m hallucinating and I definitely haven’t been drinking tonight so tell me, is this not the beta? Your boyfriend?
Theodore: … Or does he have a twin? Because… look what I found on I*******m.
Ding!
Another message popped up, and the moment I saw it, my hands tightened around my phone. It felt like I’d been punched in the gut as my eyes locked on the image.
Seraphina, beaming, held up her hand, an engagement ring sparkling on her finger. Beside her stood Kael, smiling at her with that same warmth that used to belong to me.
Kael and Seraphina… were getting married
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Olivia Harris is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.

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