Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Ezra]

"Out," I said, walking into the changing room where Xanthea was getting dressed.

The four staff who helped Xanthea get ready for the evening instantly bowed their heads and rushed out of the room as though they feared I might rip out their hearts if they failed to follow my order even by a second.

I had changed into a navy three-piece suit. I knew I would outshine every man in the room, even in casuals. But I had to look superior not to steal the show, but to add to Xanthea's shine.

The sun in the mortal realm had to be in its full glory so that when the moon borrowed its light at night, it could outshine every other star in the dark sky.

And my moon stood before the floor to ceiling mirror with her gaze held low. She was partially dressed, yet-

There was a subtle, dreamy glow on her face and a blur that highlighted the enticing glint in her eyes.

I had allowed her to dress up, however she liked.

The dress she chose was elegant and spiteful at the same time. The way it hid and revealed her skin was scandalous. The flowy red dress hugged her curves like second skin from her breasts to her waist before it flowed down to her knees. The dress had an elaborate and intricate work of rubies and diamonds around the hem and neck, making it one of the most expensive gowns in the luna collections of the mortal realm. Twenty millions. Xanthea wore lingerie more expensive than that in my pack. But it was what it was.

What made her look even more ruthless was the pearl backdrop necklace accentuating her back and the delicate pearl and gold waist chain that dragged one's attention to her hips.

'You lifted a small restriction from her and this is what you get. Just imagine what she'd become if you truly set her free,' Odeus said.

With a tight gulp, I licked my lips and all I could think of was claiming her as mine. Stupid thought, but...

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Gritting my teeth, I rubbed my nape, extremely annoyed by the feverish arousal that charged through my body, especially the rush in my cock. Odeus and I gazed at her as one would gaze at the dew on rose petals and the sunrise and the sunset and the auroras and rainbows. Transfixed. Xanthea nervously looked over her shoulder.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I forcefully tore my gaze from her.

Fuck! What is wrong with me?

I scrubbed my hand over my burning face as I let out a sharp breath.

There were moments when she was like a damsel in distress waiting to be rescued and then there were moments like this when her aura was so intimidating it was impossible to resist the temptation to taste the danger she might be hiding behind those enchanted emerald eyes.

Moments like these when I realized she didn't lack confidence. What she lacked was the space and freedom to be confident - to be herself.

Bewitching a demon wasn't an art mortals could master. But it was in moments like these when I had a feeling that she was very well aware of the web of seduction her body spun. That she was consciously luring us into a trap that would eventually lead to our downfall.

"I am almost ready, alpha... could you please wait for a few minutes?" she asked.

"Go ahead. There's no rush," I said, glancing at her reflection in the mirror again.

Lifting her eyes to my reflection, she scooped her silky hair off her shoulder and neck and allowed them to fall over her chest.

My eyes dropped to her bare back and the perfect curves of her neck and waist.

When Raven said he almost had a solo with her, I couldn't understand why he would wanna have solo sex with her. What was about her that let his control slip?

Now... I fucking understand. Because right now, I wanted to be buried deep inside her and fuck her for hours, days, at a stretch.

From her breaths to her scent, her mere existence was weakening my control.

I walked closer and closer to her until I stood behind her, a few inches away.

She reached her hand behind her to tie the delicate strings of her backless red dress.

"Let me do it," I whispered.

She withdrew her hand and placed them over her cleavage.

She held my haze in the reflection as I reached out for the strings on her back.

I leisurely ran my fingers from her waist, up her back, tracing her spine.

"Alpha..."

She gasped with a faint moan as goosebumps shot through her skin. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she bit down on her lower lip.

Pulling the strings of the dress, I yanked her closer to me. She arched her chest away from my body. A heated tension darkened my eyes as I tied the strings of her dress.

The strings around her shoulders that held the dress on her body were about to slide down when I secured them. Because if they fell, I knew my control would snap.

"T-thank you..." she said, tucking her frivolous hair strands behind her ear.

She was about to withdraw herself from me when I grabbed her hand. She spun on her heels as I twisted her wrist on her back and pulled her in. Her breasts pressed against my chest and her body tensed up. "Don't ruin the plan, angel."

She knit her brows, blinking innocently.

I lifted her chin, holding myself back from devouring those sinful lips, smearing that red lipstick and ruining her spellbinding makeup.

"You know exactly what I am talking about, don't you?" I leaned in, whispering against her lips. "You know what I am thinking. You've put those thoughts in my head. I told you to corrupt yourself, not my mind." "I... don't understand..." her words trembled against my lips as I ran my hand up her curves and cupped her breast.

"You do. You understand what you are doing to me better than I do," I grunted.

She shut her eyes, letting out a moan as I teased her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress. The sweet smell of her arousal made the throbbing in my pants even worse.

And with our lower bodies pressed so tightly together, I knew she could feel it too.

"I was only... trying to... play your game..."

"Fuck!" I growled, pressing our foreheads together. With a groan, I let her go.

Her chest heaved faster as she distanced herself from me and I tried to control my heavy breaths. Concentrate, Ezra!

Her lewd gasps. Her shamelessly pounding heart. Everything about her was fucking driving me insane.

'If this keeps on... before you burn down the world, she will turn you into ashes. Get a hold of yourself, man. She is just a fragile, little, dangerously gorgeous woman,' Odeus said.

"In your pack, wedding rings are... some kind of commitment symbol, right?" I asked, changing the subject. Because a change in subject was much needed.

"Y-yes. They are probably the highest form of commitment two souls can make when they tie up together in a marriage," she said awkwardly.

"Right," I licked my lips. "Brilliant!" I said, just as awkwardly.

I was too distracted by her lips to decipher what she said.

"Right," she said, averting her gaze.

I slipped my hand in my pocket and pulled out the ring box. I cleared my throat, opened the ring box, and proffered it to her.

She gaped at the ring and then lifted her eyes to mine.