Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Aurora

Stunned, my jaws dropped in shock.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Did he just order me to get on his bed?!

His matrimonial bed?

I remembered him confessing to me after our last sex that he hadn’t slept with anyone on the bed since Ivy died and he didn’t intend to. He doesn’t even have sex on the bed, instead, it is on the table.

I was even more surprised when I started to recollect our past sex.

Bit by bit, they started to form in my memory.

He had never had sex with me on the table despite his vows.

How was that even possible?

I wish I could find an answer, but nothing reasonable was the best fit to be the answer.

Or was I special to him in any way?

I stifled a scoff at the thought.

I was his slave and slaves weren’t special to their masters.

Neither could I say he had a modicum of affection towards me.

I meant nothing to him.

I was just like a toy. When he was done with me, he would dispose of me and please himself with another toy.

Damn!

I didn’t even know what I meant to him.

Was I just his property or was there something more?

One minute, he was all over me, caressing me tenderly while his affectionate eyes stared deep into mine. The next minute, he was cold, and rude as the words of his mouth sent deep lashes on my soft heart.

Damon was unpredictable.

Despite how he had treated me in the past, I knew I would always be his property.

My face fell as sadness enveloped it.

“I hate repeating myself,” his teeth gritted loudly in irritation.

Now he was being an arrogant jerk.

Reluctantly, I peeled my feet off the floor and walked toward his king-sized bed.

My knees wobbled and I forgot how to walk as his tense stare was glued on my exposed cleavage.

My body shivered as goosebumps blanketed my body.

Being alone with him was dangerous.

I hated that he made me feel vulnerable around him.

In this case, he was the predator while I was the prey.

Tears gathered around my eyes as I stood beside the bed, contemplating my next move.

I had always felt excited about sex with him.

But the excitement died this time.

I had a feeling that this sex would be rough, emotionless, and painful.

I knew he would fuck me hard and subject me to horrible things just like he did to Rosa.

The thought of his huge dick plunging me in my state caused my heart to squeeze in pain.

I didn’t know if I would be able to bear it.

Worst of all, I wasn’t familiar with his terms.

I just wished he continued the vanilla sex with me. At least, I was used to that.

His erratic breathing made my heart almost collapse as it pounded hard against my ribs. I could almost hear the thumping in my ears.

He was mad.

Afraid to annoy him, I wanted to climb his bed that instant, yet, a part of me protested against it.

A menacing growl sent me scurrying to his bed at once as I clasped my thighs against my chest, shielding my body from his.

But it was a useless fight.

His terrifying figure took daring steps towards me, towering greatly over me.

Cloaked in fear, I didn’t know when I grabbed pillows to shield myself away from him.

Though the room was dark, I could see his dominating figure.

His body blended into the thick darkness, but his eyes shone brightly, illuminating the room. His pupils were dilated and a small ring flickered around them.

It kept switching on and off as it struggled to take over him.

Was that his wolf?

It looked like it was fighting hard to regain stability.

I muffled a scream, placing my hands tightly over my mouth when his weight dipped on the bed.

Tears slipped from my eyes, staining my cheeks as my eyes landed on the window.

Unfortunately, the curtains were drawn over them, obscuring any form of light.

Prayers formed in my head as I kept hoping someone would walk into us and he would be forced to dismiss me.

Someone…Anyone, even Jasper or Rosa. I didn’t care, as far as I was rescued.

Though I hated Rosa, I needed her assistance.

She can have him throughout the night for all I care.

The more his face inched towards mine, the more my prayers intensified.

Rosa and Jasper were the only ones who could enter Damon’s room without permission, especially Jasper.

He might rip Rosa apart.

Damon was unpredictable.

I wished my parents miraculously appeared in the room to deliver me from him, but I had to face reality.

No one was coming to save me.

This was my home forever.

It was my hell.

Tears streamed my eyes at the thought of how helpless I was.

I missed my parents. Life wasn’t the same without them.

Why did they abandon me to rot here?

Because I wasn’t theirs again. I belonged to Damon forever. Any attempt to rescue me would lead to a great calamity.

Like a predator about to pounce on its prey, he crawled onto the bed, tossing away the pillows and duvet I used to protect myself from him.

I lay rooted to a spot, looking away with my eyes shut as his rough hands rubbed my body emotionlessly before he adjusted me, positioning me on the bed.

As if consumed by anger, he ripped my lingerie apart, exposing my body before him.

A gasp tore from my throat as I caught the sight of my lingerie dropping to the bed helplessly.

I have never felt so naked and vulnerable before him.

His large hand separated mine when I was about to cover my books with my palms.

My heart somersaulted when his dick poked my inner thighs.

“Please.” I tried to plead, but my voice was caught between sobs, making my words inaudible.

He unbuckled his zip, pulling his trousers below his waist without glancing at me.

He freed his monster, parting my legs with his as he tried to plunge it in.

Goddess! I wasn’t even wet.

Was he going to take me without turning me on?

Was that what he did to Rosa?

Rosa must be going through hell.

I was about to push him away when he grabbed both my hands in one of his grips, raising them high before placing them above my head.

The air felt heavy and harsh and my head became blank.

The only thing that rang in my head was to get him off my body.

A strange sensation enveloped my throat, tingling it.

I started to feel nauseous but I ignored the feeling.

It was probably an Anxiety attack.

Not too long, the urge to throw up descended on me, making me push Damon back with my last strength.

His hands were quick to hold my hair in place as he pulled it behind my back to prevent it from getting drenched in my vomit.

“Are you alright?” His voice was laced with sudden care as his eyes were pinned on mine.

I was about to respond when I threw up again.

Dumbstruck, he watched me in silence before getting lost in his head.

I could tell he was mind-linking Jasper.

Slowly, my body slipped into severe tiredness as strength failed me.

I collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath as I was overtaken by exhaustion.

“Wake up, Aurora!” He ordered, placing my head on his hairy chest.

I tried to run my fingers on his chest but I couldn’t lift my hands.

Soon, my vision turned bleak as my eyes shut in darkness.

Maybe it was better this way.