Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Xanthea]

The surprise on Ezra's face turned into a mischievous smirk. He leaned back sprawling on the couch as he surrendered to my control. My heart hammered against my ribs as I leaned and kissed his Adam's apple.

With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his ripped chest. I pulled back and took in his body, which was a work of art, and I couldn't stare at him without my heart skipping a few beats. As I ran my hand over his abs, I wondered why I had never noticed the tiny mole beside his navel before. And unlike Raven and Asher, Ezra didn't have tattoos on his body.

Lifting my gaze to his face, I drank in his handsome features. His blue eyes stayed on me while my fingers traced his sharp jawline, felt the texture of his lips, the terrains of his throat and the muscles of his arms. "You are beautiful..." I whispered, locking eyes with him.

He peered at me with a slight frown on his face. He shut his eyes, scrubbing his hand over his face.

"And here I thought I could hold back," he grunted, his voice filled with restraint.

The room spun before my eyes as he swiftly captured my wrists and flipped me beneath him onto the couch. With a firm grip, he pinned my hands above my head. "This is the power you have, angel. Your few words and here I am on the edge, losing my fucking control. Now tell me, who is the weak one here? You? Or me?"

"Maybe it's my heat... or maybe not... but right now... I can't take my eyes off you..." I said, feeling feverish.

His grip tightened over my wrists.

"Fuck it!"

Clenching his jaws, he pressed the strained bulge in his pants against my pussy, sinking into my neck.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"You don't fuck with a demon's heart, angel, unless you want your soul to be fucked harder..."

His lips lingered at the edge of my ear, brushing against my skin with a featherlight touch. A shiver coursed through me as he planted slow tantalizing kisses, savoring every inch of my skin.

He trailed down the curve of my neck. His warm breath teased against my roaring pulse as he gently sank his teeth into my collarbone.

I took a shrill breath through my teeth.

His lips traveled lower, circling around my breasts, each touch igniting sparks beneath my skin. The sensitivity intensified, converging into a hunger that made my bones ache with a need so dark it stole my breath away. I leaned closer to him. Leaving the veil on my face, he had taken off every other fabric on my body.

He ran his tongue from my navel to my breastbone, making me arch my back away from the couch.

His fingers danced across my chest, playing with my sensitive spots.

"Ezra..." I whimpered needily.

He smirked, looking down at me, and I quickly averted my eyes, feeling the heat crawl up my cheeks.

Taking my one breast in his mouth, he squeezed the other, his fingers and tongue flicking my nipples at the same time.

I wanted to squeeze my thighs together, but his hips kept them apart, pressing firmly against me as he grinded against my pussy in slow thrusts.

Each grind flooded me with a torturous heat, the friction and rhythm intensifying the ache between my legs.

"Ah!" I tensed up as he bit down on my breast.

Licking the bite mark, he gazed at me with dreamy eyes like a poet gazes at his muse.

His fingers grazed the fabric of the veil, gently tracing the shape of my lips through the delicate material. His touch was out of reach, yet close enough to stir something carnal within me.

I took a tight gulp, biting my lips.

"I know, angel. Trust me, I'm dying to taste your lips right now, but I'll wait... impatiently," he unzipped his fly.

As he stroked his cock across my folds, my heart thundered in my chest, whimpering every time his length rubbed against my clitoris.

With a slow, careful thrust, he entered me, then pulled out, and he kept doing the same again and again, making me yearn for more. His tease stopped only when he lifted my hips and I could feel him go deeper inside me. He placed a cushion under my lower back.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

I nodded.

Rolling his tongue against his inner cheek, he said, "good."

He pulled out and this time, when our hips met with a hard thrust, I widened my eyes, feeling him stimulate a certain spot inside me.

"Ah! Uh!" I tried to suppress my moans when he began thrusting, but my belly felt funny, as though it was electrocuted by a visceral, tantalizing heat that converged and tightened around my pelvic area.

He made me wrap my legs around his waist as he began pounding faster and harder, hitting that spot again and again.

My eyes lost focus, tears blurring my vision as the intense euphoric pressure consumed me in a blinding delirium.

Ezra groaned, uniting with me in the waves of pleasure.

"Fuck..." he growled in a drawl. "Your pussy feels... so fucking... sinful, angel."

He pounded harder and harder, our skins colliding in a brutal pleasure with such urgency that I grabbed on the couch, his hand, anything I could hold to brace myself.

My broken moans merged with his throaty groans as he pulled me into a hug. I writhed in his embrace, taking him while making all those obscene noises.

"Alpha! Ezra! Yeah! Ah... ungh!" My nails clawed into his back as the orgasms split through my body, making me break into sobs and cries of pleasure.

His fingers ran into my sweaty hair as he cradled me against his chest.

"Ezra!" I gasped, calling out his name in a fervent desperation. "Ezra!"

"I got you, angel," he kissed my ear, letting out a hoarse grunt as he rammed wilder inside me. "Don't hold back," he panted. "Come for me, baby."

I threw back my head, grabbing his shoulders as I came apart in his arms, my body flooding with assaulting heat.

Ezra hugged me tighter, biting on my collarbone as he exploded inside me, filling me with his cum.

Our grips loosened on one another as we embraced each other, our bodies slick with sweat, blanketed by our united heartbeats and ragged breaths.

He let out an exasperated chuckle, kissing my hair.

"I really thought I'd be able to get that veil off your face before you orgasm. Well, I guess... I deserve this. After all, I brought this upon myself," he said in a defeated tone.

I snuggled into his neck, expecting him to push me away for some unknown reason, but he held me tighter instead, stroking my back with care.

"I still stand by what I said in the council, Angel. It doesn't matter whether you accept me or reject me; I will never let go. I will not give up on us."

I blinked back my tears, burying my face in his chest.

Ezra cleared his throat, picking me up as he took me to his bedroom. He pulled out from me only when he made me sit on the edge of his bed.

"Wooh... what a day!" Ezra chuckled softly. He took a deep breath and let out his typical carefree smile.

I watched him and wondered how strong one had to be to fake a smile so effortlessly. How many times had he buried his pain behind those practiced smiles to be so natural at it?

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"I bet you're hungry because I'm starving." He asked. "I would have cooked you something, but with the cooking skills I have... I can even kill an immortal..." he joked around, making me smile. "What would you like for dinner? I'll ask the chef-

I held his hand before he could distance himself from me.

"Take it off..."

"What?"

"My veil... take it off..."

My voice trembled as I lowered my gaze, my heart assaulting against my ribs, unsure if I was making the right decision.

Ezra sat on the bed beside me. Taking a quick gulp, he peered at me as though he could see right through me.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and I looked at him, steeling myself.

"Yes. But I want you to remember that... today... 'you' crossed this boundary... not me."

Pressing his lips into a blunt line, he let out a sigh and smiled. Kissing my eyelids, he said, "of course, Angel. It's on me. Both the confession and the consequences."

Ezra gently tugged at the veil, sliding it down my face with a tenderness that sent shivers through me.

"I just hope... you don't regret it," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, trembling with fear and vulnerability.

For a moment, his fingers froze, the air between us charged with tension.

"I don't regret losing my mind over you," he said, his voice confident and radiant with determination. "I'll never regret losing myself to you."

His words wrapped around me like a warm embrace. I shut my eyes, tears trailing down my cheeks, as he finally took the veil off my face.

I opened my eyes to the glint of tears lining his eyes as he gave me a tender smile.

My heart swelled with an overwhelming tide of emotions when he caressed the tears off my cheeks. Resting his forehead against mine, he took a moment to gather himself and his breaths.

His hand slid around my nape, his lips drifting like a breeze across mine. My lips parted with a quiver and when our lips finally united, everything else within and around us came to a standstill.

My lips trembled against his as the slow kiss deepened into a more passionate and ravenous one. His taste, his breaths, his heat - it all flooded around me like a rising tide in the thunderstorm, sending ripples of arousal across my skin.

I felt the bed sink beneath us as we laid down, our lips entangled, our bodies entwined. I wasn't just falling; I was drowning. I was losing myself in the depths of him, sinking into a breathlessness I could embrace every day of my life.