She gasped as they pulled away from her, all three of them.
Even though they were triplets, they each had their unique scent and all of them combined, was driving her wolf crazy.
To frustrate her even more, they blindfolded her and stopped talking. There was no way she could differentiate between the three of them.
As embarrassing as it was to sit with her legs wide open in front of them, she obeyed, hoping it would end soon.
There was complete silence in the room for a few minutes. The temperature change, the growing heaviness in the room, she could feel it all on her skin. The bed dipped, and she prepared herself for the worst.
Her breath quickened as she felt hands run over her legs. She tried to bring her thighs together, but the hands held them apart firmly.
She felt a palm on her chest and gasped as they pushed her down on the bed.
Fondling her inner thighs, he pressed his thumbs over her clit, unfurling her folds with the same gentleness as one pulled away rose petals.
She covered her mouth with her hands, silencing a yelp as he pressed his tongue over her core and lazily lapped at the juices that rolled down, making her feel every movement of his tongue.
She felt two hands grasp her wrists and pin them to the bed. One of them claimed her breast while groping the other.
It was unbearable and painful to imagine being in the condition she was in right now—to have her body entrusted to them like it never belonged to her. The three of them played with it in different ways, bringing out shameless sounds and reactions that she never knew existed.
The heat building everywhere in her body rushed to one spot, throbbing at her most sensitive place.
She felt his tongue withdraw from her center. From the rustle of the bedsheets, she knew they had changed positions.
She trembled on the bed as the attention to her sensitive spot continued. Her legs shook as heat rushed between her legs more violently.
She threw back her head as he pressed the heel of his palm against her scorching center. Their breaths turned harsher. Seeing her in this state was definitely turning them on even more.
One of them grabbed her throat, sinking into her neck, marking all over her neckline and collarbone.
Her body was in a constant state of intense tension that kept building as he rolled his tongue around her swollen center.
Her back arched against his face, and her hips adjusted to the rhythm of the tongue that ravished her core. She clenched her jaw .The least she could do was not embarrass herself more by making such sounds.
All three of them were all over her. The entire experience was overwhelming, she thought she was losing her mind.
His tongue flicked over her center before he nipped it. He caressed her folds, spreading her juices all over before slipping a finger inside her, and then he inserted another finger.
"Oh!" She gasped, moaning as her walls tightened around his long fingers as he stretched them and began thrusting inside her while his tongue played wickedly with her folds.
"Fuck!" She cried as he put a third finger. Tears slid down her cheeks as she tried to adjust.
The fingers thrust faster inside her as she grabbed the bedsheets, taking forced breaths as she neared the peak.
"No! please... stop..Oh god!" she cried.
He stopped. The emptiness inside her, the absence of his touch, felt like torture now.
They changed positions again, and this time, the one between her legs led her fingers to her clit. He held her fingers and made them glide over her clit, smearing her juices all over her fingers.
He lifted her knee with one hand. His tongue leisurely ran from her knees to her inner thighs while he marked her skin.
He went down on her, forcing his tongue into her. Involuntarily, She grabbed his hair as her toes curled up. A stream of stifled moans united with her shaky breaths. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
Release exploded throughout her body. He continued his ministrations, thrusting roughly through her climax, and even though it hurt, she didn't want it to stop.
Her chest heaved incessantly. The high charged through her blood, dazing her mind.
The three of them withdrew from her again.
Zaid let out a dry chuckle . "Get up, little one, and take off your blindfold. Look at the mess you made."
Still feeling high from her release, she gathered herself and sat on the bed. She didn't want to look at herself. After what happened, she especially didn't want to look at them. An awkward restlessness built in her chest as she loosened the blindfold and pulled it off her eyes.
It took her eyes some time to adjust to the dim light of the room.
Her heart dropped as her eyes went to the bedsheet, wet with her release.
The three of them sat on three armchairs around the bed that gave an explicit view of her.
Heat crawled up her cheeks. She slowly crossed her hands over her chest, trying to look less exposed.
It was better with the blindfold on because, without it, the weight of embarrassment buried her under their burning gazes.
"Look at me," Oscar commanded.
Her heart thundered in her chest. Biting her lower lip, she blinked, raising her gaze to him. Opening her eyes, she saw the most beautiful set of dark brown, almost black eyes staring intensely back at her.
Her eyes couldn't help but focus on his lips as he slowly slid his fingers through them. She watched, hypnotized, as his tongue ran over his fingers and then drew off her sweet essence. As his fingers slid out of his mouth, she braved a glance at his eyes.
"Pathetic, he growled and she whimpered. This was not how she imagined that her first time would turn out. She saw nothing but frustration and anger in his eyes. She didn't need to look at the others to know they were feeling the same way.
Her shoulders slumped as the tears slid down her cheeks.
Her mates didn't want her.