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Alpha Daddies and their Innocent little maid (18+) Novel Cover

Alpha Daddies and their Innocent little maid (18+)

Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she’s earned our knots.” I was trembling, dripping, used—and all I could do was moan, “Yes, please. Use me again.” And they did. Like they always do. Like they can’t help it. Like I belong to all three of them. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire died. Her mother, heartbroken, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with hospital debt piling high, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer their bodies to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something changed the moment they touched her. Now they want her—marked, ruined, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.
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Chapter 10

Nnngh—Goddess, please… right there, Alpha Silas. Please, right there.”

I wasn’t sure where I found the courage to speak like that, but the words tumbled out of me as my eyes fluttered shut.

I could feel his gaze burning into me as his fingers moved faster, hitting that exact spot again and again, making my moans and cries grow louder with each stroke.

Why did his fingers feel this good?

How did he know exactly where to touch?

The way his fingers kept skillfully pumping in and out of me made it painfully clear, this man had done this enough times to know exactly what he was doing. How to make me moan like I never had before… even when I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want to feel this good. I swear I didn’t.

But I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop my body from reacting, not with the way his grip tightened around my thighs, holding me in place as his other hand worked its way deeper inside me.

“Goddess…” I whimpered, breathless, as Silas added his tongue once more and I knew in just a matter of minutes, I’d be cumming undone.

He seemed to know it too, because I tightened around his fingers, my release quickly approaching.

“What a good girl,” an amused voice murmured beside me, “taking my brother’s fingers so well.”

My eyes snapped open at the sound, and I turned my head to find Claude sitting casually on the bed beside me.

Relaxed. Composed. As if watching his brother's fingers deep inside me was the most normal thing in the world.

No—worse. He was turned on by it.

His darkened gaze burned into mine, and before I could say a word, before I could even react, he leaned in.

His hand came up to hold my chin, tilting my face toward him and then he slammed his lips onto mine.

His lips moved against mine—rough and demanding. And even though I knew he’d kissed countless women before, that this meant nothing more than a ritual to him, my stomach still fluttered.

His lips were warm and perfect against mine and I couldn’t help but tremble, my hips instinctively beginning to hump against Silas’s fingers, chasing that release.

Yet despite that, he didn’t seem to care.

His hand slid to the curve of my neck and slowly tightened as he kissed me harder, cutting off my air supply.

And somehow, that made the pleasure even more intense.

Within seconds, I cried out and at that exact moment, Silas pulled his fingers from inside me, lifting my second leg over his shoulder as his tongue dove in deeper, moving faster.

My hips bucked against his face, and as I came hard, my vision blurred.

Everything after that felt fuzzy.

All I knew was that Claude leaned away, and my head slumped onto the bed. I stared up at the ceiling in a daze, my breathing ragged and heavy, unable to do anything but feel and listen.

Feel as Silas hungrily licked me clean, like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

Listen as Claude leaned back to whisper how good I was, his fingers gently stroking through my hair.

However, I wasn’t even able to come down from the pleasure that had crashed through me before Silas and Claude moved away and the next moment, I was lifted off the bed and suddenly straddling Lucien’s lap, my legs on either side of him.

My breath hitched. The world seemed to freeze as I stared at him, more importantly, as I sat directly on the bulge straining through his pants.

I could hear the loud pounding of my heart; it felt like it was seconds away from exploding with how close we suddenly were, barely inches apart.

This man… he hadn’t touched me once since I walked through those doors, yet as I stared into those cold eyes, I could see a storm of lust brewing beneath them.

But then…

Don’t stare at them too long without permission.

Don’t stare at them too long without permission.

Don’t stare at them too long without permission.

The warning rang through my mind again and again. I knew I should lower my gaze but I couldn’t.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away, especially not when he suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the chin, pulling a gasp from my lips.

My entire body went rigid as he leaned in, his breath fanning over my mouth.

Instinctively, I closed my eyes, thinking he was about to kiss me and that thought alone made me tremble.

But the kiss never came.

Instead, he tilted my neck, and I inhaled sharply as I felt him begin to sniff my scent.

A low groan escaped him almost instantly, and his grip on my chin tightened ever so slightly just as my eyes snapped open. I stared into the distance, my breathing ragged and uneven.

“Do you see it now?” I heard Claude chuckle under his breath in amusement. “Doesn’t she smell different? Divine... addicting? I have a feeling she’s our mate.”

I watched as Lucien leaned back, his gaze flickering to his brother with an indifferent expression, though I didn’t miss the slight clench of his jaw.

“It doesn’t matter,” he rasped.

My eyes widened as he suddenly wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer. His other hand moved to his pants, and I watched as he effortlessly tugged them down slightly, his hard veiny dick springing free, making my pussy throb before I could even think.

“We will have to take her to see.”

My face immediately turned red. And maybe it was because I was finally doing this, having one of the Alphas inside me but the weight of everything that was happening crashed onto me. I couldn’t help but get nervous.

Still, with the thought of losing my mother if I didn’t go through with this, I didn’t resist as Lucien pulled my dress higher, his hand moving to grip my thigh, ready to lift me.

But before he could, I felt a hand on my shoulder as someone leaned in from behind, and a soothing voice whispered in my ear—Silas.

“My brother goes first since he’s the oldest. Then I’ll fuck you slow and deep, make you tremble with every thrust… and when Claude finally takes you, you’ll be so wrecked and dripping, you won’t even remember your own name. So just be a good girl and lose yourself in the pleasure, we’re going to make you feel good so relax and enjoy it.”

My heart thundered against my chest at his words, and as he leaned away, I turned to find both him and Claude staring at me. Silas’s expression was unreadable, Claude had a grin on his face but what they shared was the same raw lust burning in their eyes.

However, I didn’t have long to stare. My chin was suddenly grabbed roughly, forcing me to meet Lucien’s gaze again. This time, he lifted me into the air, pulling me closer until I hovered over his length. As I looked down at him, Lucien reached out, grabbed my throat, and made me whine.

“Eyes on me while I fuck you. Don’t look at anyone else,” he growled.

Even though he was slowly cutting off my air, I was shamelessly getting wetter, my body reacting, my pussy hot and dripping, turned on by every bit of it.

I knew I had to answer, so I did, voice shaky.

“Y-yes, Alpha Lucien,” I breathed.

Before I could react, he pulled me toward him by the throat and slammed his lips onto mine—rough and hard.

My gasp was swallowed by his kiss, and as he lowered me, I felt the thick tip of his dick slowly press into my parted pussy.

Lucien kissed me harder, his teeth grazing my bottom lip as his hand slid to my waist. Then, without gentleness or warning, he pushed me down onto his thick length, forcing me to take every inch of it.

A scream tore from my throat, my eyes fluttering shut as Lucien leaned back with a grunt. His other hand gripped my waist as he began to move me, thrusting in and out in perfect rhythm. I moaned and collapsed onto him, my body trembling as he fucked me.

As he ruined me.

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