Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Ezra]

I never thought I would ever say this, much less accept it to myself, but Xanthea was anything but weak.

I was foolish to think she was a weak soul, that she needed me for her vengeance. All Xanthea needed was the space to be herself and a security that it was ok to be herself. She needed an introduction to who she truly was, and I was glad I could provide it to her.

I wanted to see her torture and kill that pathetic family of hers, use me to massacre them and hang their bodies for display before the world. But that was something 'I' wanted, not her. But the path she chose had put me in a state of deep, thoughtful perplexity.

She knew exactly what she wanted, as though she had been dying to do everything she did today for years, but she never had a chance.

I certainly didn't agree with her ways, but they were her ways to win 'her' battle. So, I respected them because, unlike me, she deserved to heal.

I was proud that she carved her own path. A path that was true to herself - her soul.

Something I couldn't have done.

Like she said, what she did wasn't some mercy or forgiveness. It was something existing between black and white, between good and evil. It was a completely selfish act of selflessness. She chose her healing over hurting who hurt her.

And when she helped her sister regain consciousness, I went kind of... numb.

I could have never even thought of doing something like that. It was way beyond the capacity and nature of my soul to muster that kind of revenge.

Even with all my powers and physical strength, I was absolutely humbled before her. She was much stronger and gentler to herself than I ever was, much powerful than I will ever be for myself. Like she said, she hadn't forgiven those jerks, but she had found the courage to forgive herself. And that did something to me.

She changed something in me - in ways I could not decipher.

I know I took her to her family to free her from the shackles of her past, but it felt as though a few shackles of my past had shattered as well just by seeing her set herself free.

It had been years since I experienced such a lightness in my body, as if someone had lifted some weights off my chest.

As though I was in fresh air for the first time.

Hypnotized, I gazed at Xanthea. She was sleeping soundly, enveloped in the dreamy aura. My heart did something roughly wild.

Taking off my tie, I unbuttoned my shirt.

Thank you, Xanthea.

Thank you for making me feel a little alive after so long.

Thank you for showing me how peaceful killing with kindness can actually be.

Thank you for being so contagiously strong.

I hope I can return to you the same peace you have given to my soul.

Sliding Xanthea's panties off her slim legs, I kissed her ankle.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sex was the only coherent way I knew to express my incoherent emotions.

I hope your dreams understand what you mean to my nightmares tonight, angel.

She squirmed beautifully, knitting her brows in a feverish tension.

"Shh. Shh. Don't wake up, little omega," Raven whispered against her ear. "Be a good girl and keep sleeping for us."

Raven sunk into her neck, kissing every inch of her skin from her neck to her collarbone to her chest. His eyes lingered on her lips before he took off her earrings and tossed them aside on the nightstand. Before Raven could kiss her lips, I grabbed Xanthea's wrist and yanked her off the bed against myself.

Cocking a brow, Raven looked at me, then leaned against the headboard with a sigh.

"Careful, don't wake her up. You wanted her to sleep, right?" Raven smirked.

I cradled Xanthea against my chest, running my thumb across her lower lip.

I promised to smear your lipstick tonight. I hope when you are sober enough; you realize I am a man of my words.

Shutting my eyes, I kissed her lips slowly, savoring the texture and taste of her lips.

I don't know why I felt a sense of relief when she didn't kiss me back, didn't smile back.

It was better this way when she was asleep, when I knew she wouldn't remember the night. But I would remember the night just as much as I would remember the day. Today was going to stay with me for a long time.

You are growing on me, Xanthea and I do not know how to stop it. But I no longer want to deny it. Accepting you would be the best thing I can do for myself right now.

Even when your mind doesn't remember, I hope your body does.

I really wish I could be alone with you right now. But let's pretend it's just us here. Let's pretend Raven and Asher aren't here.

It shouldn't be difficult to pretend, right?

You are drowning in your drunken dreams and I'll be drowning in you.

I know I am being selfish and even when you don't remember how we fucked tonight; I hope you will know when you wake up tomorrow that we... made love.

Plunging my tongue inside her mouth, I deepened the kiss. Fisting her hair, I kissed her harder with the carnal hunger of a man who has never been kissed before. Breathing in her breaths and her scent, I was tempted to never part from her body, for parting felt like a punishment.

Yet I bore that punishment now, and then, to ensure she was breathing fine.

Kissing her felt like reading a journal. Through her lips, I could read her secrets, her feelings without the fear of being read by her at the same time. Hugging her limp body, I made her lie on the bed.

Leaning over her, I kissed her eyelids, caressing her cheek.

Planting lingering kisses on her skin, I ventured through her curves, breasts, down to the soft skin of her inner thighs.

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Inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her pussy, I unfurled her folds with my fingers.

My cock throbbed at the exquisite sight of her flushed insides.

"You look so fucking hot, baby." I mumbled, before running my tongue across her slit.

I fondled her inner thighs.

She was wet almost instantly. Licking her wetness, I slowly devoured her pussy with all the patience I could muster at that moment. Xanthea let out a small moan, knitting her brows as I rolled my tongue around her swollen clitoris and sucked it hard.

I bit her clit gently between my teeth, flicking it as I pressed it hard with my tongue before I plunged it inside her.

I fucked her with my tongue until she came all over my face. Smiling, I ran my hand across my face, smothered in her juices.

Looking at her rosy tinted skin and her dripping pussy, I took off my belt. Unzipping my pants, I freed my cock from the torture.

Her arousal had spun a web around me. If it was a trap, I was walking right into it. Shameless and unregretful.

I rubbed my cock against her slit, teasing her clit with my head.

"I wonder how much of this will you remember, angel," I said, entering her slowly.

When her pussy took in my cock smoothly, I plunged inside her in one thrust.

She moaned and her hazy eyes fluttered open halfway before they shut again. Her body bobbed beneath me. Her lips parted and her brows knit. Her subtle gasp and annoyed sleepy groans had heat rushing through my body like fire. I began pounding inside her, harder with every thrust.

"I wonder if you feel me as madly as I feel you right now, darling," I whispered against her ear.

She was deliciously tight, wet and warm. She was absolutely perfect. Her insides clenched around me, as though asking me to stay inside her for a long time.

The day repeated itself in my head as I increased my pace. I re-imagined every second of the day when I wanted to fuck her, and that was almost every second of the day.

Her hips jerked as she let out a stream of subtle moans.

Oh, so you feel it baby, just not consciously.

Groaning, I intertwined my fingers with hers, ramming inside her harder. I loved the creases adorn her face as her body bobbed harder from the impact of my thrusts.

There were times when she opened her eyes in confusion, and then shut them with a whimper that made me grow harder inside her.

"Fuck!" I squeezed her breasts, feeling myself reach the snapping point.

Her insides tightened around my cock, and I slammed my hand over my face.

"Damn it!" I groaned, exploding inside her.

Running my hand swiftly through my hair, I fucked her faster, burying myself deeper inside her.

"Fuck yes! Baby! You take me so well!" I growled.

Looking delirious, she opened her eyes for more than a few seconds and squinted at me. Her hips buckled against mine as she arched her back away from the bed, her fingers intertwining around mine tighter. "Go back to sleep, angel," I groaned through my clenched teeth as I kept ramming into her.

Panting, she clenched the pillow with her free hand, writhing beneath me. Her breathy moans drugged my senses as I ran my hand over her belly to her breasts, squeezing them.

Her heart pounded wilder in her chest, her breathing breaking with my thrusts.

"Where, what-ah! Uh!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as she orgasmed with a feverish moan and a satisfactory cry.

Leaning down, I kissed her lips, wiping off her tears.

"You are safe in your husband's arms, baby. So relax, go back to sleep, ok?" I whispered against her ear, allowing my pheromones to help her relax.

She winced as I pulled out and thrusted inside her again. No matter how many times I fucked her tonight, I knew I wouldn't have enough.

But my pheromones seemed to have made her even more restless. Her panting got worse. Her body was scorching with fever.

"What's wrong, angel-"

Right then, I was hit by a wave of terrifyingly sweet and intoxicating scent. I felt my cock twitch with an itching ache.

Gulping hard, I leaned closer, vehemently filling my lungs with her scent. A dark haze blinded me for a second and I was not the only one being affected by it.

Raven got up from the bed and checked her pulse and temperature. His eyes darkened with lust.

"Damn it!" He grunted, scrubbing his hand over his face. "Why? Just why did she have to go in heat right before her college began?"

Right. That's what it is. Heat. Even though she was wolfless, she had the anatomy of a werewolf. If I remember it right, mortal female werewolves entered their heat cycles once every month and stayed in it for three to seven days. During heats, the female werewolves were the most fertile and vulnerable at the same time. Not just because of their insane sex drive, but also because of their sweet arousal that surrounded them all the time throughout the heat cycle. Their scent attracted male werewolves towards them like moths to flames.

"Fuck!" I groaned. "It will be a disaster if she goes to college in this condition. Postpone it."

"She is an omega. Her heat is going to stay for three days, minimum. Three days... I just need to do something for these three days. Should I prohibit every male student from entering the college? Tsk! No, what about the male doctors and staff, then?" Raven talked to himself, ignoring me.

"Raven!"

"I can't delay her admission!" He yelled.

"I guess there's just one way then..." I said, a fresh excitement rushed through my veins, infusing with the heat of her core.

"No Ezra, she is not taking suppressants," Raven said matter-of-factly.

"No, Raven. That's not what I am talking about. The chances of her getting pregnant are high in the upcoming week. So... let's open this week for sex. And isn't it proven by research that during these days, if a woman's desires are satisfied enough by her male partner, his scent dominates hers naturally and keeps the other males away from her?"

"What do you mean?" Asher asked.

"I mean, we give her what she wants, whenever she wants, in the upcoming week. Have sex with her often so that she doesn't have to face any problem at the college," I said, looking at Asher with a bit of hesitation. "It will be... much more convenient if we just drop the solo sex rule. Right?"