Before she could register what was happening, her dress was ripped clean open. The chill of the air hit her bare skin, her breasts exposed to the night as strong hands held her still.
Cold bit into her flushed nipples, making them stand tight and hard, perfect, helpless peaks.
She gasped.
Three sets of eyes stared hungrily at her chest, their growls vibrating through the air. She barely had a second to breathe before it all happened at once, cold mouths latched onto her nipples, one on each breast, their tongues hot against her freezing skin.
A moan tore out of her throat, ragged and raw. Her head tilted back, heart pounding wildly as pleasure rushed through her like fire.
Draven didn't look away from her face, his dark eyes locked on her wide blue ones as Laziel sucked hard on her left nipple, Kael on her right.
She whimpered, caught between shock and blinding pleasure. Her knees trembled.
Then a mouth closed over her throat, hot and hungry, sucking and biting with desperation. Draven. His tongue was ruthless against her skin, dragging a shudder from deep within her.
"Oh gods," she breathed.
He groaned low and dark, and the sound twisted inside her. Her hands were pinned above her head now, held by him, her body completely theirs. She should've screamed. Should've fought. But all she could do was surrender.
They sucked at her breasts like starved beasts, tongues and lips working in tandem as Draven growled into her neck. Her body burned everywhere they touched, her head falling back as she gave in to the bond that had swallowed them whole.
"Fuck, you taste..." Laziel rasped, eyes fluttering shut as he gave up his place to Draven.
Draven took over her breast with a snarl, his mouth closing around her nipple with a rough, greedy suck. The sound he made was animalistic, obscene. Her moan was wrecked, legs buckling, thighs slick with need.
She felt all three of their hard lengths pressing into her thick, hot, impossible to ignore.
The bond was in full control now.
She was gone. But then, everything stopped.
The warmth. The pleasure. The madness. It all vanished like it never happened.
Her eyes blinked open slowly, heart still racing. All three of them stared at her now, but there was no lust left in their eyes. No hunger.
Only disgust.
Her breath caught as Laziel dropped her wrists. She instantly wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to hide herself.
"Dressed like a whore," Draven spat, his voice sharp as ice. "So you get treated like one."
Her heart cracked in her chest.
"You taste like shit," Kael sneered.
"You honestly think we'd ever want you?" Laziel added, his voice pure venom.
The words hit harder than a slap.
Blue's chest heaved as the pain pierced through her. Shame crashed over her like a wave. She had let them touch her. She had wanted it, craved it. And if they had not stopped she would have shamelessly let them take her.
And now they were throwing her away like she was filth.
"If I ever see you alone with another male again," Draven growled, "whatever happens next is on you."
With that, they left her, naked, humiliated, and broken.
Blue dropped to the ground, her arms tight around herself as she sobbed. The cold gnawed at her skin, but it didn't compare to the ache inside her chest. Her wolf whimpered inside her, helpless against the pain.
Then a soft voice pierced through the night.
"Oh my gods... Blue…what did they do to you.."
Dasia.
She ran to her, kneeling beside her in the snow. Blue collapsed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I hate them," she cried. "I hate them so much."
"Hush now, It's okay. Come on, let's get you inside."
That night, Blue cried herself to sleep. And when sleep finally came, the same dream returned.
Draven cursed himself the moment she disappeared from the room.
He didn't think, he just moved. All of them did.
The beast inside him demanded to know where she was going. What she was doing. Especially with Dax.
Yes, Dax had been their brother since childhood. Loyal. Trusted. But trust meant nothing to their beasts. Not when it came to her.
She looked like a goddess tonight. That body. That scent. Those perfect, full breasts...
Fuck.
The hunger had taken over before they could stop it. Her scent of arousal was pure sin, ripe, begging. They had to taste her or lose their minds completely.
But then they ran. Cowards. They ran before they did what they really wanted.
Draven poured another glass of wine, downing it in one gulp. They had retreated to their quarters.
"Fucking send word for Lucia. I need to fuck. Hard," he snarled.
"I already mind-linked her," Kael muttered, rubbing his temples.
"She felt so fucking perfect," Laziel gritted. "If we just fucked her once, maybe this obsession would end."
"I'll kill anyone who looks at her again the way those pricks did tonight," Draven hissed.
Kael smirked darkly. "Relax. She's ours. Ours to tame. Ours to fuck. Ours to ruin and torture."
And just then, Lucia walked in.
A sheer, see-through robe clung to her curves, her blonde hair cascading down her back, lips painted blood red.
She looked like temptation itself.
But in their minds? She wasn't Lucia. She was Blue.
She knew what they needed tonight, that's why she came dressed to be ruined.
The robe barely covered her skin, nipples visible through the thin fabric, her bare pussy slick and ready between her thighs. She didn't ask questions. She never did. She just walked into the room and dropped to her knees.
"Masters," she whispered, voice breathy. "I'm yours."
Draven's face was hard, unreadable. Kael's jaw clenched. Laziel's eyes were already glazed with the hunger he never tried to hide.
But none of them saw her.
They were already deep in it, caught in the scent and taste of a girl with blue eyes and that maddening little mouth. Lucia was just a body. A substitute. A canvas for their fury.
Draven moved first. He grabbed her by the throat, dragging her up with ease.
"You speak when spoken to," he growled, eyes black with rage. "Hands behind your back."
Lucia obeyed, heart racing. She loved when they were like this, brutal. But tonight, something was different. This wasn't dominance.
It was war.
Kael had already tied her wrists with black silk, binding them behind her back, shoving her down to her knees again.
"You'll take everything we give you, slut," Kael said low, slapping her cheek with his cock. "Because she's the one we want, and we can't have her."
Laziel was behind her now, grabbing her hair, jerking her head back to look up at them.
"Say it."
"I'm yours," Lucia gasped.
"No," Laziel snarled. "Say what you are."
"I'm your whore, your slave, your fuck toy—"
Draven rammed into her mouth, cutting off her words. She gagged around his thick cock, saliva spilling down her chin as he held her there, his hand fisted tight in her hair.
"You wish you were her," he snarled. "But you'll never be her."
He face-fucked her mercilessly, dragging her head forward and back, faster, deeper. She choked and moaned around him, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.
Behind her, Kael tore the robe down the middle and shoved her onto the bed, face pressed into the sheets, ass in the air.
"She's the one we crave," he whispered darkly as he knelt behind her, dragging the head of his cock over her soaked slit. "But you'll bleed for it."
He thrust into her in one brutal stroke.
Lucia screamed, the sound muffled by Draven's cock still choking her from the front. Her body shook as Kael fucked her hard, punishing, deep strokes that slapped against her skin. He held her hips in a bruising grip, groaning low like he hated every second of how good she felt.
Laziel climbed onto the bed, straddling her back as he leaned down and bit her shoulder, drawing blood.
Lucia cried out as Draven pulled out and flipped her roughly onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head again. His hand wrapped around her throat, tightening until her vision blurred.
"Say her name," he growled.
"Wh-who?" Lucia gasped, confused.
"Say her name."
"B-Blue…"
He shoved into her with a roar.
She screamed again, body arching as he filled her in one brutal thrust. His rhythm was savage, deep, merciless, claiming. Every thrust drove his fury deeper inside her, but it still wasn't enough.
Kael leaned down and whispered against her lips, "We'll ruin you like we wish we could ruin her."
She came, helpless, shattered beneath them. Her screams echoed off the walls as all three brothers used her body to try and kill what they felt.
But it didn't work.
Even as they took her again, tied her to the headboard and made her scream Master over and over again, even as she begged for their come, their praise, their teeth, they couldn't get rid of the girl with blue eyes.
Not from their minds.
Not from their bond.
Not from their hearts.
Because Blue still owned them, and no amount of fucking someone else would ever change that.