Stroking Kellan's Cock

As my knees hit the cold hardwood floorboards, the terrifying warning from earlier echoed relentlessly in my mind. Teresa had pulled me aside into the dark corridors, her grip bruising my forearm as she hissed the rules of survival into my ear. The Alphas must never discover I am a wolfless omega. Under no circumstances could I let that secret slip. Wolfless women were strictly forbidden from participating in this sacred mating ritual. The sole purpose of tonight was to help the powerful Alpha triplets find their destined mates. A wolfless girl like me possessed no inner wolf, which meant I could never have a mate at all. If these terrifying men realized I had deceived them and sneaked into their private chambers, they would not hesitate to execute me on the spot.

I was risking my life purely for the two gold bars promised at the end of the night. That was the exact price of my body. A single gold bar was enough wealth to purchase a comfortable house in the main city of the Blackspire Pack. It was a place where the wealthy thrived, a place where my family had once lived before tragedy struck. With two solid gold bars, I could secure a life where I never had to worry about basic survival again. I could open a small business, find a quiet corner of the territory, and start over. But selfish dreams of comfort were not the reason I was kneeling before these deadly predators.

If I secured those gold bars, I could pay my mother’s mounting hospital bills for an entire year. The crippling debts would vanish. Beyond that, I would finally have enough coin to hire a skilled witch doctor. My mother was fading fast from a mysterious poison, and conventional pack healers had long given up on her. A true witch doctor was her only remaining salvation. That desperate, clawing need was the only reason I had begged Teresa to secretly slip me into the lineup of chosen omegas. My father had been a loyal friend to the head attendant when he was alive, and she owed us this one final favor.

Now, my twisted fate was sealed. All I had to do was surrender my body and sleep with these three towering men. Afterward, they would bite my shoulder to mark me. The magic of the ritual would test the bond. If I were their true mate, the mark would remain permanently etched into my skin. Because I lacked a wolf, I knew with dead certainty the bite mark would fade away. I just prayed to the Moon Goddess they would let me leave with my payment before they realized I was defective.

My panicked thoughts shattered the second Kellan closed the gap between us. His large hand shot out, his long fingers gripping my chin with a punishing, bruising force. He tilted my head upward, forcing my gaze away from the floorboards. I stared up into his face. An amused, wicked smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He towered over my kneeling form, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light of the bedroom. A few loose blonde locs tumbled forward, slightly obscuring the dangerous gleam in his dark eyes. He leaned down, bringing his face agonizingly close to mine. His thumb dragged across my bottom lip, pressing into the soft flesh. He thrived on the raw fear radiating from my trembling body, drinking in my terror like fine wine.

"What are you thinking about, she-wolf? Are you scared? Do you want to back out? Want to run away?"

His voice was a dark, hypnotic purr. My breath hitched in my throat. I stared at him, paralyzed. Every word he spoke, every micro-expression on his flawless face, cemented the brutal reality of my situation. He was the apex predator, and I was the helpless prey trapped in his den. My body shook with instinctual dread. I fought to suppress the tremors, but his predatory grin only widened. He chuckled, a dark sound vibrating in his chest, and lowered his head until our lips were mere inches apart. He could smell my fear, and the wicked glint in his eyes proved he loved the scent.

"If you are scared, you still have a chance to back away now before we begin anything, Elara."

The deep, rumbling voice vibrated from directly behind me. Soren. I could feel the intense, piercing heat of his gaze burning a hole through my back. He did not move, but his massive presence was a suffocating weight pressing down on my spine.

"This is your last chance to walk out that door if you do not want to do this. Once we start, there is no stopping. Your body will belong to all three of us. We will use it as we please, and exactly how we please. And we are anything but gentle. So the choice is yours."

His delivery was calm and chillingly even, devoid of any genuine compassion despite the warning laced within his words. He was testing me. Offering a false sense of mercy just to see if I would break and run.

"When have we ever given them a choice to make?"

A third voice, sharp and cold as ice, cut through the heavy tension in the bedroom. My eyes instinctively flicked toward the large, velvet-draped bed. Zander sat casually at the edge of the mattress. He had one long leg crossed over the other. The top buttons of his dark silk shirt were undone, exposing a wide stretch of his pale, heavily muscled chest. He held a crystal glass loosely in his grip, taking a slow, indifferent sip of crimson wine. His eyes were endless, empty voids. They locked onto my kneeling form with terrifying apathy.

"The moment they walk through that door, they are ours, whether they like it or not. We simply fuck them to see if any of them are our mate. Why does she get to have a choice today?"

He did not sound curious. He sounded annoyed that they were wasting time talking instead of taking what they wanted.

Kellan hummed in agreement. His fingers tightened slightly around my chin, forcing my attention away from the bed and back to his smirking face.

"I agree with Zander. Even if she is not our mate, I want to have her. For some reason, she smells incredibly good. Daxon keeps aching to have a taste."

Soren scoffed from behind me, his tone unimpressed.

"Your wolf aches to taste everyone, Kellan."

Kellan threw his head back and laughed.

"Well, that is true."

My head spun. They spoke about me as if I were a piece of meat displayed on a butcher’s block. I was not a human being to them. I was just a disposable object they were paying to use for a single night. The rumors were true. The Moon Goddess herself had cursed these triplet Alphas with insatiable carnal desires. Women were merely a means to an end.

I swallowed the sheer terror blocking my windpipe. I could not afford for them to send me away empty-handed. If they dismissed me now, my mother would die. I had to secure the gold. I squeezed my eyes shut for a fraction of a second, gathering every ounce of courage I possessed. I had to break the cardinal rule of silence. The attendants had warned me never to speak unless directly spoken to, but desperation made me bold. I forced my head down, breaking Kellan’s grip on my chin, and stared at his heavy boots.

"I want this, Alphas. I am not scared. I want to participate in the ritual."

A heavy, suffocating silence slammed down over the room. The air grew thick with a sudden, dangerous electricity. I could not see their faces, but a low, vibrating laugh slipped from Kellan’s chest. The dark, raspy sound was thick with raw excitement.

"You heard her, brother. Can we start now? Because I am dying to feel those lips wrapped tight around my cock. I have been craving that mouth since the second she walked in."

Soren released a low grunt of approval from behind me.

Before I could even blink, Kellan reached out and seized my right hand. I gasped in shock as he flattened my palm directly against his bare, sculpted chest. His skin was blazing hot. I could feel the hard slab of muscle beneath his flesh, but more overwhelming was the frantic, thumping rhythm hammering against my palm. His heart was racing. The speed of his pulse sent a jolt of raw shock straight up my arm.

"Do you feel it, she-wolf? You are the first one who has made me feel this excited."

Kellan flashed a wicked grin, his dark eyes burning with lust. He kept his large hand clamped over mine, trapping my fingers against his skin. Slowly, deliberately, he began to trail my trembling hand downward. He dragged my palm over the hard, defined ridges of his abdomen. We passed his v-lines, the heat of his body scorching my fingertips. He did not stop until he shoved my hand between his thighs, pressing my palm firmly against the massive, hard bulge straining against the front of his trousers.

My breath caught in my throat. The sheer size of his erection was terrifying. Kellan groaned, his hips jerking forward to push his thick length deeper into my trapped hand. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and forced me to stroke his hard cock through the heavy fabric. He controlled the pace, making me drag my hand up and down the rigid shaft with agonizing slowness.

"You make me really excited, she-wolf. So be a good girl, do not be scared, and take my cock inside your mouth."

His explicit words slammed into my chest. A strange, fiery heat instantly consumed my body. The deep terror swirling in my stomach slammed directly into a dark, forced arousal. My core pulled tight, a heavy throbbing ache settling deep between my thighs. My panties were already soaked. The shameful wetness trickled down, a physical betrayal triggered just by the raw dominance in his voice and the heat of his massive dick under my palm. What was happening to me? We had not even begun, and my body was already melting into submission.

A sudden rush of air disturbed the hair on the back of my neck. Soren stepped closer, erasing the last inch of space between us. His massive chest brushed against my spine. A second later, his large, calloused hand slid around the front of my throat. He gripped my neck with a firm, breathless pressure. He did not squeeze hard enough to choke me, but the dominance in his hold was absolute. He leaned down, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive shell of my ear.

"Pull down his pants, open your mouth, and suck his cock. Let me watch how good you are at taking my brother."

My eyes widened at the blunt, filthy command. Despite the firm grip on my neck, I shifted my gaze and threw a desperate glance toward the bed. Zander sat in perfect silence, his empty, terrifying eyes locked onto my face. He was waiting. They were all waiting. Bound by my desperate need for the gold, I had no choice but to obey.