Alpha Daddies and their Innocent little maid (18+)

As Lucien fucked me, his hands gripping tightly at my waist, moving me as his dick slid in and out of me, I couldn’t help but think about the words Kael had once told me.

He had said that Lucien was the oldest among the triplets. The most ruthless. The coldest.

Kael told me he’d seen Lucien kill dozens of people without even flinching.

The others were like that too—Silas looked emotionless when he killed, Claude looked like he enjoyed it but the difference between them and Lucien was that Kael had seen those two show sympathy once or twice before.

But Lucien?

“I’ve never seen someone so ruthless before. He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t even blink when he kills. I watched a pregnant woman fall to her knees, pleading for her husband’s life, even though her husband was a rogue who’d killed a lot of people. That sight would’ve moved anyone... but not him. He killed her husband right in front of her and made her watch. He’s a devil.”

And now, that so-called devil was currently fucking me, making me feel a kind of pleasure I had never felt before.

His dick stretched my insides, making me scream, making me feel.

This was a sin. A terrible one. And I knew the goddess was surely disappointed in me.

Yet… yet I couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from my lips as Lucien thrusted in and out of me, his movements deep and in sync as he lifted me up and down on his dick.

“Nnngh,” I gasped, head thrown back in pure pleasure as I felt him hit so deep, so far it was like he was reaching my womb as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

I could feel Silas and Claude’s gazes on me as Lucien fucked me, but I couldn’t even begin to feel embarrassed or react.

Because in the very next second, he slammed into a spot that made me scream, his dick hitting something deep that sent a violent shiver down my spine.

“Nnngh, goddess!” I moaned loudly, my body trembling.

Before I could even catch my breath, his hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, yanking me forward toward him.

Lucien’s jaw was clenched, his gaze narrowed and locked onto mine.

And despite the fact that his dick was still buried inside me, I couldn’t stop myself from briefly admiring how insanely attractive he looked.

But all of that vanished the moment his grip on my neck tightened, making my body tremble uncontrollably.

“I don’t think it’s the goddess making you scream right now, little she-wolf,” he growled. “So keep her name off your tongue when you’re wrapped around my cock.”

My breath hitched, and I could hear the loud pounding of my heartbeat, but all I could do was respond shakily.

“Y-yes, Alpha Lucien,” I whimpered from the loss of air.

And as soon as those words left my mouth, Lucien closed the distance between us, his lips crashing onto mine.

As he kissed me, his pace grew faster, rougher until my screams were swallowed into the kiss.

Before I even realized what I was doing, my hands reached out, gripping his shoulders as my air supply thinned.

Yet it felt so good—too good and I couldn’t stop myself.

My hips moved on their own, chasing the intense pleasure as I felt myself spiraling closer and closer to release.

Lucien seemed to know it too.

He leaned back slightly and loosened his grip on my neck, allowing me to gasp for air as I panted, trying to steady my breathing.

But even then, he didn’t stop moving me against him.

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, glowing faintly white as he tilted his head like he was battling something inside himself.

Still, he kept fucking me, and as my walls tightened around his hard dick, a deep, guttural sound escaped his throat.

“Ah! A-Alpha Lucien… f-fuck, please,” I moaned, the words spilling out before I could even think.

As soon as he heard me, his eyes snapped open and I froze.

Because as I stared into them, something was different. The usual coldness was gone.

In its place, I saw a glint of amusement, something darker.

A slow grin tugged at his lips, and Lucien’s hands tightened on my waist as he fell back onto the bed, his intense gaze fixed on me.

“I really do like this one, Lucien,” he purred, his voice deeper now, rougher, darker as he continued rolling my hips, making me take him again and again.

“She smells divine… and fuck, the urge to sink my fangs into her soft flesh, mark her, taste her, own her… it's driving me insane.”

My eyes widened.

The way he looked at me now, the way he moved me was different.

It wasn’t Lucien anymore.

“Ooo, looks like Lucien couldn’t control his wolf this time. That’s a first,” Claude chuckled behind me.

Daelan.

That was Lucien’s wolf.

Which meant… the one in front of me now wasn’t Lucien. It was him.

Smack!

I jolted as a sharp sting struck my ass, snapping me out of my daze.

Daelan smirked, letting out a low, approving hum.

“Ride faster, she-wolf. I’m close, take all of my seed deep into that tight little pussy where it belongs.”

Oh goddess.

His words sent a rush of heat straight through me, and before my brain could even process it, my body moved faster on its own.

I moaned loudly, hips slamming down on him again and again until I realized, I didn’t feel his hands on me anymore.

This time… I was the one riding him.

“Fuck, that’s a good little slut. You’re clenching around me so tight.” He growled.

I placed my hands on his chest, head thrown back as I felt myself getting even closer to the edge.

As my core tightened, my vision blurred and my body trembled. I collapsed onto Daelan, unable to control myself any longer as I came hard on him, a scream ripping from my throat.

I hadn’t even finished cumming when Daelan suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, pinning me down onto him as he began to thrust up into me—faster, harder, fucking me relentlessly as he chased his own release.

“Shit, what a tight pussy,” he hissed in my ear, voice strained and hungry. “I’m going to fill this dripping cunt, pump every last drop of my cum deep inside you until it’s leaking out around my cock.”

His words were filthy— so dirty but they made me moan even louder.

“Please… please cum inside me,” I gasped, eyes squeezing shut as I felt him hit so deep it made my legs shake.

A few seconds later, Daelan let out a deep hiss and gripped my waist tight, groaning as I shuddered from the intensity.

And then I felt it, his hot cum spilling inside me, thick and warm, coating my insides as his hips gave one final, slow thrust.

I bit my bottom lip and shivered as I felt his cum drip down my thigh, but I wasn’t scared of getting pregnant. Like every woman who participated in the ritual, I had been given an herb that wouldn’t let me conceive.

“Fucking bastard,” I heard him hiss, his voice sharp with anger.

When I lifted my head, panting and shaky, I saw the familiar cold glint in those eyes and immediately knew: it was Lucien who was now beneath me.

“Haha, I can’t believe your wolf stole control and took your fun,” Claude chuckled.

I turned to find him sitting on the bed beside us, a wide grin on his face.

Lucien didn’t say anything, but the tightness in his jaw said enough. His gaze was locked on me—unreadable and intense.

But before he could speak, I was suddenly lifted from his lap, and I whimpered as his dick slid out of me.

I didn’t have to look to know it was Silas.

He turned me around effortlessly and placed me on one of the long couches, then spread my legs apart and moved between them.

My heart felt like it might explode when he leaned in toward me, placed both my legs beside him, and pressed his rock-hard dick against my cum dripping pussy.

And that was when I finally understood, what the women meant when they said a night with the Alpha triplets was one you would never forget.

Why so many of them joined the ritual, even when they weren’t desperate for gold.

Even knowing they were being used.

It was because these men were unlike any others. They were beautiful enough to rival anyone, powerful beyond reason—walking sex gods.

At the beginning, I told myself I was only doing this for my mother.

I had asked the goddess and my father for forgiveness, because I knew this was a shameful act, a sin.

But that sin brought me a pleasure I had never known.

And soon, that pleasure clouded everything else,

my thoughts, my dignity, and my shame.

And just as I moaned for Lucien, I moaned for Silas… and Claude.

That night, I wasn’t even sure how many times I had one of them inside me but none of them stopped until dawn.

Now, I lay on the bed, eyes shut tight, breathing harsh, my pussy still dripping with cum.

My body was too weak to move, but I knew what was next.

It was time for the marking.

All three men would leave their mark to see if I was theirs but I already knew I wasn’t.

A wolfless girl like me couldn’t have a mate.

I didn’t have a wolf to build that sacred connection.

But none of them knew that.

They couldn't know because if they did,

if they found out I’d entered this ritual despite forbidding wolfless girls, I could be killed for deceiving them.

So… they mustn’t know.

“If you bear our marks, then you are our mate,” Silas said.

I took a deep breath, my eyes flickering toward the three men now seated at the edge of the bed.

“If you don’t, then you were just a good fuck,” Claude added with a smirk, blond hair falling over his face as he watched me.

“I’ll go first,” Lucien said, voice devoid of emotion. “Then my brothers will leave theirs. Let’s get this over with.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched his fangs begin to grow, eyes flashing as he reached for me.

His hand curled around my neck, tilting it gently to the side.

This was it.

I had spent the night with the Alpha triplets, and now, this was the final step.

Once they marked me, I’d get the gold. I’d save my mother.

Everything would be fine.

I would bury this shame, forget it ever happened.

I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes, hands clenched into fists as I fought to keep from trembling—fought not to show I was afraid.

I inhaled sharply as I felt Lucien’s fangs graze my skin and I braced myself for it.

For the marking.

Except… it never came.

The next second, my eyes snapped open as my throat was suddenly seized, Lucien’s strong hand wrapped around it, squeezing tightly, hard enough to make me choke.

My hands flew up, grabbing at his wrist as I gasped for air, eyes wide in shock as I watched the rage radiating from his.

Killing intent. Pure and furious.

I froze.

“W–what—” I choked out, trying to peel his hand from my neck as my legs kicked weakly against the bed.

What was happening?

Why did he look like he actually wanted to kill me?

“What is wrong, brother? Why are you hurting her?” Claude asked, stunned.

Silas’s hand shot out, gripping Lucien’s arm. His empty gaze narrowed sharply.

“What do you think you’re doing, Lucien? Let her go,” he hissed.

But Lucien didn’t even glance at them. He didn’t speak.

His grip only tightened, and I felt the last of the air leave my lungs.

“How dare you,” Lucien growled, his voice low and deadly, his eyes colder than ice. “How dare a wolfless omega sneak her way into the ritual.”

My heart dropped.

The world stopped.

He knew.

He found out that I was wolfless.