Page 72 of Sold to Three Alpha Kings

I recall the way they worshipped my body, kissing, touching, and caressing me like they can’t get enough. My teeth graze my lower lip and my back arches as I remember how I had my rear entrance penetrated.

Fuck.

All my holes were filled that night, and the feeling was like none I’ve ever felt before. My ass and pussy were eaten so well—fingered till my whole body trembled.

Even now, tremors sprint down my core and my right hand is already gently fondling my breasts without the permission of my brain. I let myself drown in the memory of that night and the way they handled my going into heat.

I said things that night that I’m now embarrassed about—but don’t actually regret.

“I’m your naughty little slut.”

“Fill my holes, my lords.”

My lips curl into a small grin, and I can feel my cheeks turning pink, flushed by the thought of them.

Over the past weeks, my connection to them has doubled—tripled even. I don’t wait for them to always find me. I seek them out myself nowadays.

I’m still reveling in the feeling of our memories together when the door opens so suddenly. My hand flies off my chest immediately, and I clear my throat, adjusting on my chair.

It’s Sinth. Wayne and Chris follow behind him.

“My lords.” I rise to my feet, glad but also surprised to see them. “I wasn’t expecting you till afternoon.”

“Let’s just say there’s been a change of plans,” Wayne says.

“Okay…?” I step forward, smiling, wondering if they’ve cooked up some other kind of ‘surprise’ for me again.

“Who’s gonna tell her?” Sinth asks Wayne, his voice a low whisper.

“What? This was your idea, remember?” he replies with the same tone.

“But you’re the smooth talker.”

I clear my throat conspicuously, wearing a suspicious smile. “Hello? I’m still here.”

“Your family is here to see you,” Chris blurts out—straight to the point.

“Really?” Wayne’s neck snaps in his direction. “Really? No preamble? Okay.”

“Whoa—hold on.” I shift my gaze between their faces. “What do you mean my family’s here?”

“There are three people in the hall claiming to be Charles, Elena, and Ricky Abernathy,” Sinth says.

My brows arch in disbelief. “And you let them in?” My voice cracks under the weight of my sudden discomfort.

“For the record, it was their idea. Not mine.” Wayne exonerates himself.

Chris steps forward, his gaze unwavering. “There’s no need to be afraid of them, Charlize.” He places both hands on my shoulders. “They can’t hurt you anymore. No one ever will.”

I heave a sigh.

“You’re not the same spineless girl that ran away from home,” Wayne says and adds after Sinth nudges his shoulder. “No offense.”

I huff softly. “None taken.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was spineless. But not anymore.

“If you don’t feel comfortable with their presence, we can send them away,” Sinth says.