Claimed By My Three Alphas
Chapter 15

I wake up in a strange room with a dull headache and a vague feeling of unease. I look around and see Asher sitting next to me, his hand on my forehead, checking my temperature. Quincy is in a corner of the room, arms crossed and a stern look on his face. I remember the events of the night before, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I can't believe I'm still alive. "Hey, you're awake," Asher says, softly smiling at me. "How do you feel?"

"Better, I think," I reply, sitting up slowly. "I feel much better. Thank you, both of you."

Asher gives me a gentle smile, but Quincy's expression remains unchanged.

"You need to rest," Asher says, standing up. "Let me take care of you."

"I'll take care of her; can't you see she just got up?" Quincy looks like he's about to argue, but Asher cuts him off.

"Come on, Quincy," Asher says. "You can keep watch outside."

Quincy hesitates for a moment before nodding and leaving the room. I feel a sense of relief wash over me as Asher sits down next to me again. He starts to clean me up just like the first night, wiping the dirt and grime off my face and arms. "You don't have to do this," I say, feeling awkward. "I can clean up after myself."

"I know you can," Asher replies, his voice soft. "But you've been through so much, darling. I owe this little to you. I want to take care of you, and if that means doing this every day, then I will. You're that important to me."

I feel a warmth spread through me at his words. It's like nothing I've ever felt before. I can't help but smile.

I close my eyes as Asher continues to wash me, feeling safe and secure in his presence. Suddenly, I feel a pair of hands on my waist, and I open my eyes to see Quincy standing next to me. He starts to clean my back, his hands strong and sure. When did he return?

I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through me at his touch, and I can't help but feel a sense of confusion. These boys are my friends, but there's something more there, something that I can't quite put my finger on.

As they finish washing me, I feel a sense of exhaustion wash over me, and I lay down on the bed.

Asher tucks me in, and I feel safe and warm under the covers. As they leave the room, I drift off to sleep, feeling content and at peace for the first time in a long time. In my dreams, I see Asher and Quincy doing dirty things to me.

In the dream, I find myself sitting between Asher and Quincy. They both have these mischievous looks in their eyes, and I can tell they're up to no good. Asher leans over and hands me his hard c**k, telling me to suck on it.

It's almost like the Amery in my dream has a mind of her own. I thank him and gently bring down my tongue to it to s**k the pre-c*m.

As I start to suck on his member, I suddenly feel a tickling sensation on my back. I tried to turn around to see what's going on, but Asher and Quincy held me still.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to turn around while still sucking Asher's c**k. Bit I was interrupted the moment another c**k penetrated my tight walls.

I let out a moan, my body shuddering in spasms.

As strange as it seemed, Quincy then leaned in and handed me his c**k, telling me to s**k on it too. I take it and force it down my throat, relishing the sweet and tangy flavour.

As I continue to suck on it, I feel my body start to tingle all over. Asher and Quincy's touches become more urgent, their hands exploring my body as I moan in pleasure. They take turns teasing and pleasing me, their lips and tongues driving me wild with desire.

I feel like I'm on fire, my body writhing with ecstasy as they take me to the edge again and again. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, they bring me crashing over the edge, my body shaking with the intensity of my release.

As I come down from my orgasmic high, I find myself back in my bed, panting and sweating. I feel embarrassed.

I can't believe I'm having these thoughts about my them, but I can't help but feel a sense of longing. I know I need to sort out my feelings, but for now, I'll just enjoy the comfort of their touch and the safety of their presence.

I try to scramble away when I notice Levi beside me on the bed, but he's quick to grab me, pulling me back towards him with an iron grip.

"What's wrong, Amery? Can't handle a little rough play?" He taunts me, his voice low and dangerous.

I struggle against him, trying to free myself from his grasp. But he's too strong, too determined not to let me go.

His eyes darkened with something that looks suspiciously like desire.

And then he hits me with a bombshell.

"I know you were aroused when you were sleeping," he says, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "The scent of your wet p***y is all I can perceive"

My heart skips a beat as his words sink in. How could he possibly know that? Another round of embarrassment plunges through me.

"What sort of creep spies on a sleeping lady?" I tried to cover up my blush with a glare.

Levi leans in close to me, his breath hot against my skin.

"The kind of creep who's curious to know what your arousal tastes like. Now, tell me, Amery," he murmurs, his voice like honey. "Who did you see in your dreams?"

I try to fight back the words, to keep the truth locked away inside of me. But his touch is too much, too electric, and before I know it, I'm confessing everything to him.

"It wasn't you," I whisper, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks.

His eyes darken even further at my admission, but instead of anger, all I see in them is hunger. And then he's kissing me, his lips crashing down onto mine with a fierce intensity that takes my breath away. My skin is on fire.

At first, I try to fight him off, pushing against him with all my might. But then, his fingers slip inside of me, teasing me, and suddenly everything changes. My body responds to his touch, arching towards him, begging for more.

And as he continues to kiss me, his fingers driving me closer and closer to the edge, I realize that I'm not afraid anymore. That maybe, just maybe, this is exactly what I've been looking for all along.

As I lie there on the bed, panting and sweating from the intensity of our encounter, Levi drops a bombshell that rocks me to my core.

"From now on, Amery," he says, his voice low and menacing. "I should be the only face you see when you close your eyes. Because I'm going to be the last face you see when I eventually kill you."

The words hit me like a ton of bricks, filling me with a fear and a desire that I can barely comprehend. What kind of man talks like that? And why am I so turned on by it?

But before I can even begin to process what he's just said, he's back on top of me, his mouth hot and demanding as he continues to explore every inch of my body. He handles me like an expert, like my body only ever belonged to him.

And as he moves down towards my core, I know that I'm in trouble. That I'm in way over my head with this man who could both thrill and terrify me with just a few words.

But even as I try to push the fear away, I can feel the pleasure building inside of me, like a volcano ready to erupt. I'm desperate, whimpering and arching with every thrust of his tongue into my core. He's lapping up my juices, flickering continuously over my c**t.

My uncontrollable moans fill the air. I couldn't believe I was moaning for Levi. For this handsome devil. And when he finally brings me to the brink of orgasm, I'm powerless to resist.

But then, just as I'm about to come undone, he pulls away, leaving me writhing and gasping with need.

"What? No. Please, don't stop." I moan, desperate for him to finish what he's started.

But he just smiles wickedly at me, licking his fingers clean of my juices before getting up and leaving the room. I have half the mind to run after him, to beg him to do with me whatever he wished.

But that would be too pathetic. So, instead, I let myself burn with anger and need.

I'm left alone on the bed, feeling hot and bothered and more confused than ever. What kind of man was he? And why did he have such a hold over me?

As I lie there in the aftermath of our encounter, I can't help but wonder what's going to happen next. Or is this all just part of some twisted game?

Whatever the answer, one thing is clear: I've unlocked something far deadlier than his hate. That is his desire to consume me.

And the worst part?

I can't resist him.

Not now, not ever.