Caught Between The Triplet Alphas

"Oh god." A desperate moan tore from Lyra's lips as her back arched off the bed, fingers fisting tightly in Silas's hair while his tongue drove mercilessly against her clit.

"Right there….ah…" she gasped, her body trembling, torn apart by too many sensations at once.

Below, Silas devoured her with a brutal rhythm, his mouth relentless, sucking and flicking until she thought she might lose her mind. Above, Ezra's lips trailed down her chest, hot and teasing, sucking one breast into his mouth before biting lightly at the other.

And Zayn….gods, Zayn had both her wrists pinned above her head, his grip iron-strong as his mouth ravaged her throat, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, leaving her marked.

"Please…Silas.." Lyra's voice broke, the word spilling out like a prayer, her body quivering under their combined assault. She didn't know what she was begging for…release, mercy, more but every nerve screamed for them, for this, for everything.

Ezra kissed his way down the column of her neck to her shoulder, his teeth nipping, the sweet sting making her shudder.

Silas hummed between her thighs, sending another shiver of pleasure through her body. Gods, she was close, so close. Her heart pounded, her body thrumming, desperate for release.

Then suddenly, the warmth of Silas was gone. She forced herself to open her eyes only to find the triplets howling over her, eyes filled with lust.

"Christ…" Silas rasped, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip, gaze never leaving her flushed face. "Never thought I'd see you like this."

Ezra crouched, his shadow spilling over her, and tilted his head as though memorizing every detail. "Tell me, angel… did we satisfy you enough in that dream of yours?"

Zayn chuckled low, his eyes gleaming as they slid over her trembling body. "With the way she was moaning?" He licked his teeth, grinning wickedly. "I'd say we did a hell of a lot more than just satisfy you."

Lyra shut her eyes tight, wishing the ground would open and swallow her whole, or that this was still a dream. How bad could it be when the reason for your fantasy walked in on you having it?

Her cheeks burned with mortification, the vivid memory of their hands, their mouths, their bodies pressed against hers still searing her mind. She could still feel Silas's tongue, Ezra's teeth, Zayn's grip, every touch had been so real, so overwhelming, and now they were here, staring at her like they knew exactly what she'd been dreaming. How did they even walk in without her hearing the door open? And how long have they been watching her?

"I—I don't…" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper as she scrambled to sit up, pulling the sheet to her chest like a shield.

"Can you please leave?" Lyra finally managed, her voice trembling as she pulled the blanket over her face, desperate to hide from their piercing stares.

"Lyra…".

"Just go, please!" she blurted, her voice cracking.

For a heartbeat, the room was silent. The triplets exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable, before they finally stepped back. The sound of the door opening and closing.

"Oh god, what have I done?"

Lyra was the daughter of the beta of Dark moon pack, also the next in line beta of the future alphas. She has been training with Silas, Ezra and Zayn for years now. She started staying with them permanently after she turned eleven and her father had tried to drown her. Accusing her of being the reason for his mate's death.

From that day forward, the triplets became her everything. Her sparring partners. Her confidants. Her family in all but blood.

And now… she'd dreamed of them in ways she could never take back. She buried her face in her hands, heat crawling over her skin no matter how tightly she tried to smother it.

It was wrong. So wrong. They weren't just the future Alphas. They weren't just her partners in training. They were her everything, her brothers in all but blood. The only ones who had ever chosen her when her own father had cast her aside.

And now she'd gone and ruined it.

"What's wrong with me?" she whispered, her voice shaking. They had looked at her like they knew. Like they had seen every detail of what she'd dreamed.

Her stomach twisted. What if they truly had? Wolves were sensitive, their senses sharper than anything human. What if they had heard her moans? Smelled the heat rolling off her body? What if they could still smell it now?

Lyra squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't face them. Not today. Maybe not ever.