Entangled With My Alpha Triplets

Thirty five

~Hazel~

Just when I thought the nightmare couldn't get worse, Asher proved me wrong.

"Playtime's over, suckers." His voice was cold, void of any emotion, as his finger tightened on the trigger. The gunshot rang out, the loud crack splitting the tense air.

Tyler screamed, a pained sound, and I saw him crumple in the chair, his legs soaked in crimson as the blood poured out in a horrifying gush.

"No!" I screamed, my body moving instinctively toward him, my hands shaking as I tried to stop the bleeding. I pressed my palms hard against his thigh, my fingers slipping in the blood, my breath coming in frantic gasps.

Tyler's groans were weak, the life draining from him as I desperately tried to apply pressure.

But then, a firm grip on my arm yanked me away. I spun around, only to find Asher's cold, steely eyes staring at me.

"Don't bother, little thorn," he sneered, his voice cutting through the chaos. "He's done for."

I struggled in his grip, but it was useless. I looked back at Tyler, helpless, my heart pounding in my chest as his body slumped. My stomach twisted in guilt and panic. "Please, Asher—stop!"

"I can help him."

But he wasn't listening. He shoved me toward the door where a guard stood, waiting.

"Take her to my chambers," Asher ordered, his voice devoid of mercy. "Let her think about what she's done."

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, the guard gripped my arm, pulling me through the corridors. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the blood still pooling around Tyler's body, but Asher's cold laugh echoed in my mind.

I was helpless, trapped in this nightmare. The guard pushed me into Asher's chambers, where two other naked figures were waiting in silence. Their eyes locked onto me as the door closed behind me.

"Your Grace, I'm sorry you had to witness that." The first whispered, a pretty blonde of average height with round, huge boobs.

"You must have been traumatized." The brunette who was taller remarked.

"Let's help you ease up." She whispered, pulling me over to the bed.

I let her because I was too scared to do anything else. They stripped me naked, and then proceeded to massage my breasts and pussy. The blonde licked at my clit and the brunette sucked at my nipples. The attention was overwhelming and soon, I was dripping wet.

The blonde pulled away, her lips glossy. Then the two of them began kissing each other, their mouths sloppy and tongues dancing. I watched with bated breath, unable to tear my gaze away.

The blonde pushed the brunette on her back, spreading her legs apart. Her hand reached out, rubbing her clit until she was squirming, her breasts heaving as she moaned.

She then pushed her head between the brunette's thighs and began sucking and licking, making her moan and gasp, her body arching and hips bucking. The sight was so erotic that I felt myself getting wetter.

I knew I should look away, but the scene was too hot to resist.

They switched places and the brunette spread the blonde's legs, her tongue lapping at the wetness. She was moaning, her toes curling as her body arched off the bed. It was like a dance, their bodies moving in sync as they brought each other closer to orgasm.

As I watched, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with Asher, to have him touch me, kiss me, and lick me. The thought made my core ache with desire and I was shocked to realize that I wanted him.

I had to push the thought aside. This was the man who had married me, fucked me, and crippled my other mate.

But my body betrayed me.

I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to have his hands on me, his lips on mine. Would he be gentle? Or would he be rough, taking what he wanted without regard for my feelings?

The thought made my core throb, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure.
The brunette pulled her head up, her face flushed and eyes heavy with lust.

"I need you to fuck me."

I stared at her in shock. How could she be so brazen, so open about what she wanted? And how could the blonde obey her command, her fingers pushing deep inside the brunette and moving quickly in and out of her dripping cunt.

I was stunned, but also aroused. My own body was humming with need, and I couldn't deny the desire that coursed through me. I had never been so turned on before, and I couldn't resist the urge to reach down and touch myself.

As my fingers found my swollen clit, the pleasure was almost unbearable. I was so close to the edge, but I needed more. I needed something inside me.

The brunette gasped and shuddered, her body tensing as she orgasmed, her eyes fluttering shut.
"You're so good, so fucking good," she breathed, her voice thick with lust.

I was still fingering myself, my movements becoming frantic as the pressure built inside me. I was desperate for release, but I couldn't seem to find it.

"Come here." The brunette beckoned, and I crawled toward her, my body aching with need.

"Sit on my face."

The command was unexpected, but I obeyed, straddling her head and lowering myself onto her waiting mouth. Her tongue flicked over my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I moaned, grinding my hips against her face.

She was good, so fucking good.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I chanted as she lapped at my clit, sending waves of ecstasy through my body.
I was so close, so fucking close.

And then, suddenly, she bit down on my clit and the sharp, sudden pain was enough to send me over the edge.

I cried out, my body convulsing as the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced crashed through me. My vision went white, and I collapsed onto the bed, my body trembling with the aftershocks.

I couldn't believe what had just happened.

I was in a room, watching two women have sex and I ended up masturbating and came hard.
It was a dream come true.

I had never seen a lesbian scene before, but the sight had been so hot and sexy that I couldn't resist the urge to join in. And now, I was left feeling sated and satisfied.

But the feeling didn't last long.

As soon as I came down from my high, the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I had just watched one of my friends get murdered, and here I was, masturbating while the other was getting fucked.

I was sick, disgusting.

I had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go.

I was trapped.

I lay in the bed, numb, the scene replaying in my head.

"Tyler," I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

I had failed him.