Free Web NovelChapter 13: Spread Your Legs
Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely move them.
"Strip now, little omega," Sebastian added. "Before we lose our patience and do it for you."
She reached for the hem of her shirt with trembling fingers.
Pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor.
She wasn’t wearing anything expensive underneath. Just a simple worn bra that had seen better days. She reached back and unhooked it with shaking hands.
Let it drop.
Stood there topless in front of three Alpha wolves who were looking at her like she was meat.
"Keep going," Nicholas said.
She unbuttoned her pants. Pushed them down her hips. Stepped out of them.
Now she was just in her underwear....plain, simple, nothing special.
"All of it," Lucian said. His voice had dropped lower. Rougher. "We said strip. That means everything."
She hooked her thumbs in her underwear and pulled them down.
Stood there completely naked in the middle of the main hall while three men studied every inch of her exposed body.
She’d never felt more vulnerable in her entire life.
"Turn around," Nicholas commanded. "Slowly. Let us see all of you."
She turned.
Slowly.
Felt their eyes on every part of her. Her breasts. Her stomach. Her hips. Her ass. Her thighs. Nothing hidden. Nothing protected.
Completely exposed.
When she’d completed the turn and faced them again, Nicholas stepped forward.
"Spread your legs," he said.
Her breath caught. "Please...."
"That wasn’t a request." His voice was steel. "Spread your legs. Now."
She did.
Nicholas crouched in front of her.
His hand moved between her thighs without warning. Not inside her....just touching. Assessing.
She gasped, her whole body jerking at the contact.
"Sensitive," he observed clinically. "When’s the last time someone touched you here?"
She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t form words.
His hand moved again. More deliberately.
"I asked you a question," he said quietly.
"Two months," she managed to choke out. "My ex....before he found....."
"So you haven’t been fucked in two months." Nicholas stood up, his hand leaving her body. "That’s going to change very quickly."
He looked at his brothers.
Something passed between them. Some unspoken communication that Lilith couldn’t read.
Then Sebastian moved.
He grabbed her arm....not gently, and pulled her toward the seating area near the fireplace. Pushed her down onto the leather couch.
"Stay," he commanded. Like she was a dog.
All three of them stood there looking down at her.
Naked. Exposed. Trembling.
Completely at their mercy.
"Here’s how this is going to work," Nicholas said. "For the next thirty days, whenever we want you, you make yourself available. No excuses. No delays. If we call for you in the middle of the night, you come. If we want you during dinner, you get on your knees under the table. If we decide we want to fuck you in front of the entire pack, you spread your legs and let us."
"You have no safe words," Sebastian added. "No boundaries. No limits. If it hurts, you endure it. If you cry, we don’t care. If you beg us to stop....." His smile was dark. "We won’t."
"Your only job," Lucian said, moving closer, "is to survive it. Thirty days. That’s all. And then you go home to your pack and your unconscious mother and pretend this never happened."
Nicholas tilted his head slightly. "Do you accept these terms?"
She wanted to say no.
Wanted to run.
Wanted to do anything except sit here naked and afraid while three predators circled her.
But her mother’s face flashed in her mind. Elena lying in that hospital bed. The medical bills piling up. The choice between this and watching her mother die.
"I accept," she whispered.
"Louder," Nicholas commanded.
"I accept!" The words came out as a shout. "I accept your terms!"
"Good girl," Sebastian said.
Sebastian’s hands were on her before she could blink.
One second she was sitting on the leather couch, naked and trembling. The next, those massive hands were gripping her thighs, spreading them wide, positioning her exactly how he wanted her.
"Look at this," he said, his voice rough with arousal. "Already wet. Your body knows what’s coming even if your mind is still trying to deny it."
Lilith’s face burned with humiliation.
Because he was right.
She could feel it.....the unwanted slickness between her thighs, her body responding to the situation despite her terror, despite knowing what was about to happen.
"Please...." she started.
Sebastian’s hand closed around her throat.
Not choking. Just holding. A reminder.
"No begging," he said. "We don’t care. Remember?"
He released her throat and his hands went to his belt.
She heard the leather sliding through the loops. Heard the zipper. Watched with wide eyes as he freed himself from his pants.
He was huge.
Thick and long and already hard, and her brain immediately started calculating whether her body could even take something that size without breaking.
"Eyes on me," Sebastian commanded.
She looked up at his face.
Those dark eyes were burning with something that looked almost like hunger. Like he’d been waiting for this. Anticipating it.
"You’re going to take every inch," he said. "And you’re going to scream for me while you do it. Understood?"
She nodded mutely.
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"Yes," she gasped. "I understand."
"Good."
He gripped her hips with bruising force and pulled her to the edge of the couch. Positioned the thick head of his cock at her entrance.
And slammed inside in one brutal thrust.
