Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Xanthea]

Before I could comprehend Asher's words, his energy fluctuated violently.

My stomach lurched, a sharp pain shooting through my head from the abrupt realm jump. Disoriented, I blinked away the mist clouding my vision.

A restless unease buried in my chest, my emotions rotting, leaving me with nothing but a foul, suffocating sense of burning foreboding in my stomach as I took in my surroundings.

The chilly winds howled, cutting through my shaking breaths as I peered at 'Forget me not' engraved on my mother's gravestone.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and jasmine flanking the gravestone. Midnight draped the mortal realm in darkness while the murky clouds shrouded the moon, scattering its fragmented light across the graveyard.

My nails dug into Asher's shoulder as his palms trailed up my back. A touch that could melt me within seconds suddenly felt taboo. I was still straddling him as he knelt beside my mother's grave.

My instincts warned me not to turn toward him - not to meet his eyes. Because if I did, something terrible, something irreversible, might happen at that moment.

My body stiffened as he slid the sleeves of my gown down my shoulders.

A frantic urgency surged through my body. Ignoring the sharp throb in my ring finger, I tried to push him away, to get off him, to distance myself from him. But he was faster. His hands swiftly grabbed my wrists, twisting them behind. With one arm, he pinned them on my back, holding me in place.

"Ah!" I gritted my teeth, panting. His other arm grabbed my waist tighter, locking our bodies together as he pulled me closer.

The struggle made my nightgown slip halfway down my breasts.

"Don't... uh!"

My brows tensed and I shut my eyes, wincing at the feeling of his cock grinding against my pussy through the fabric of his pants.

"What's wrong, wife? You were so desperate for me to fuck you just moments ago." His voice dripped with grim amusement as he kissed my cleavage.

"Not here. Not like this." I grunted, struggling to free my hands from his grip, knowing how futile my efforts were and that all my resistance was just turning him on even more because I could feel him grow harder.

His teeth and tongue teased my nipples through the sheer fabric of my gown, each flick sending jolts of tantalizing sensation pulsing through my core. I squirmed against him, my breaths turning shallow and erratic as his lips grazed along my skin, burning kisses along my collarbone.

"Why?" He asked. "We are still the same. Nothing's changed."

"Everything's changed! We're in a graveyard!"

I snapped at him, gritting my teeth to suppress my moans.

"So what?" he said.

"This is wrong. This is sick! This is madness!" I groaned out, shutting my eyes. The heat building between my legs, clouding my senses.

My lips parted against his. My silent breathy moans met his heavy breaths with an uncontrollable impatience.

With his hips constantly grinding against mine, it was impossible to cope with the friction of his subtle thrusts, charging my clitoris with desires, probably more forbidden than his.

"I don't want this," I gasped, biting down on my lip.

"Then stop seducing me with your arousal, my beautiful liar," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot as he inhaled deeply, sinking into my neck.

Goosebumps shuddered through me. I could feel the orgasm tighten in my belly. My mind turned delirious as I edged towards climaxing.

"Moreover, it's not about what you want-" his thrusts turned rougher "-it's about what you need, and I'll give you everything you need." He groaned, bracing my hips.

"Ah! Ungh... what... makes you think... I need this?" Short, breaking pants trembled out of my lips as I frowned at him.

"Don't you..." his breaths turned heavier, his brows tensing. "Because I fucking do."

He freed my wrists, but before the thought of tearing myself away from him could even cross my mind, my finger clutched the front of his shirt. Moans forced their way out of my throat, dissolving into breathless gasps as the searing orgasm split through my insides.noveldrama

My forehead rested against his shoulder as I buried my face in his chest, muffling my desperate whimpers, my body trembling feverishly as I fought to keep myself from falling apart entirely.

Our bodies burned together from the high, but what followed was an unrelenting wave of guilt, shame, and an all-consuming rage I'd never felt before.

His hands remained tightly wrapped around my waist, refusing to let me go.

Controlling my breaths, I slowly pulled away from him, my chest quivering. My hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest as I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes.

Our eyes locked in a mix of heat and fury, and I could feel the time slowing down. Peering into his eyes was the most consuming experience and probably the most terrifying as well, because if I drowned in them any deeper, I knew there would be no coming back.

"Let me go!" my words came out as a command. "Right now."

He lowered his gaze to where our crotches still pressed together and smirked.

"You can't come all over my pants and expect me to let you go," he said, cocking his brow. "That's not how it works. You'll have to take responsibility for what you started."

"Don't guilt-trap me into submitting to your will. None of this was my fault." My words were out of my lips before I knew it.

His eyes lit up, a soft laugh playing across his lips.

"Good to see that you finally realize you were trapped in guilt," he said.

"What?" I scowled.

He smiled.

"I like you so much better when you are mad. You are so much more unfiltered and... yourself. The only time I get to see my real Xanthea. Why don't you just stay mad at me for the rest of our lives?"

I clenched my jaws, "your wish might actually come true if you don't let go."

His chuckles just added more fuel to the fire I felt burning in my chest.

"You are crazy! Why are you doing this? What do you even want to gain from all this?" I grunted, breathing heavily.

He took a deep breath and then pretended to be in deep thoughts.

"Hmm, let's just say... revenge. Fucking the daughter on the grave of the mother who destroyed my family - sounds dramatic, right? Almost perfect for a revenge plot. No?"

His words cut deep. My heart twisted painfully, seizing my breaths as they settled in my chest like a serpent coiling around my heart, its embrace - deadly, suffocating, yet strangely gentle.

"If you really wanted revenge, you would have fucked me the first time you followed me here," I said, my voice tight but uncertain. "If revenge was truly what you wanted, you wouldn't have planted all these flowers around her grave. Don't tell me it's revenge when I know it's not."

"You think I planted these flowers for your mother?"

He let out a mirthless, almost vengeful laughter, his aura turning volatile as he withdrew his hands from me.

I quickly got to my feet. I was about to take a step away from him when he grabbed my wrist.

Discomfort tightened in my stomach, my emotions surging like a flood of frozen needles in my veins.

"Then why..." I glared at him, clenching my jaws as I tried to free my wrist.

He took a deep breath and looked up at me, tilting his head.

"I planted them for you, wife. So that one day I could make you rip them out with your hands and today is that day."

He yanked me sharply, and before I could react, my palms and knees hit the soft ground. I was on all fours, the grass crushing beneath me.

Without a second's delay, he leaned over me from behind. His one hand firmly wrapped around my hip, making me acutely aware of his erection pressing into me.

"Let go!" I grunted, my heart thundering in my chest. "Ah!"

His other hand splayed my fingers against the cold surface of the grave. His palm slowly trailed over the back of my hand. A sharp inhale hissed through my clenched teeth as his fingers brushed over my swollen ring finger, a flicker of pain shooting beneath his touch. I winced as his fingers threaded through mine, his grip firm and possessive.

The dark clouds drifted apart, revealing the full moon. Its pale light dominated the graveyard, casting a haunting glow over the name 'Asher' carved into my ring finger.

We weren't on grass, but on a thick blanket of forget-me-nots covering the grave's surrounding area with their blue blossoms.

"Look at the grave and tell me who is buried here," he ordered.

My body was shaking, fear and fury mixing in a vile flame burning in my chest. I frowned, narrowing my eyes. His question triggered something inside me. What? I couldn't tell. But it was something I didn't want to face.

"It's my mother's grave!" I snarled. "Cadence Starsoul? Freya Plath? What difference does it make?" My voice trembled, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

There was no controlling the tide of emotions surging like poison in my chest.

Asher remained silent, giving me moments to breathe and then-

"The bones in this grave might belong to your mother," he said, his voice disturbingly calm, "but the one who has been buried here for the last twenty-three years isn't her - it's you. This is your grave, Xanthea."