Marked By The Demon Triplet Alpha Kings

Damon

As if under the influence of her voice, my speed tripled.

I held her waist firmly before ramming into her with full force.

It didn’t take long before her screams brought me from my world of pleasure.

“Please, go slow,” she cried, holding my waist back with her hand.

I thought she could withstand my strokes.

Turns out only Rosa could.

My waist moved slowly as I hit the walls of her womb, causing her to twist like an earthworm undergoing osmosis.

“Damon, I’m coming,” she cried, grinding her waist against mine.

“I’m almost out. Wait for me,” I said breathlessly.

It didn’t take long before I collapsed behind her as my release exploded from me, filling her.

We spent the remaining minutes in each other’s embrace, panting hard.

“You are so wild,” she said, pouting her lips before hitting my chest playfully.

My body tensed up as memories flooded my head.

It was something Ivy did whenever we had sex.

Why does she always remind me of her? Why do they have things in common?

“Turns out coming here wasn’t a bad idea,” she chuckled, burying her head in my chest as her small hands wrapped around my neck.

I swallowed hard as my heart began to thump loudly.

Days after Ivy died, she appeared in my dream assuring me that I would find a replacement like her.

Was Aurora what she meant?

Or am I just misinterpreting things?

Silence engulfed the room as we were lost in thoughts.

From the look on her face, she was too exhausted to clean up.

I didn’t mind wiping her dried blood off.

Desperate to eat her voice, I kissed her lips.

My dick sprang back to life as sparkles rushed through my body.

She didn’t protest, she let me lick every part of her body.

I pulled away from her afraid to bury my hardened length into her as I was horny.

The divine taste of her pussy left me yearning for more.

I could never get enough of her.

Her compelling eyes had me spellbound as I couldn’t tear my eyes off them.

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“Ivy taught me how to cook” I blurted unknowingly, breaking the silence.

I didn’t know what made me say it, but I didn’t have the power to stop the words from spilling.

I didn’t know what came over me as I felt the urge to spill more words.

I just didn’t want to leave her side.

“What?” she asked, adjusting to a comfortable position.

“You asked who taught me how to cook last week,” I answered, cupping her smooth cheeks.

“Yeah, right?” she said before looking away.

The smile on her face vanished as she tried to process my words.

Her brows arched in worry and the corners of her mouth dropped.

“Who is Ivy?” She asked keenly.

I could hear the loud thumping of her heart as her breath turned shaky.

Jealousy oozed out of her like a cloud of smoke.

“My mate,” I replied, shattering her heart.

She withdrew from my grip unconsciously, before letting out a gasp of disappointment.

“You have a…mate?” she asked, sitting up as she pulled the duvet over her naked body. “You could have told me.” she struggled between tears, blinking her eyes severally.

“I had a mate,” I corrected, staring into space.

“I don’t understand you?” Her brows creased to form a v shape of her forehead. “Did you guys get separated?”

Pain shot in my heart as Ivy’s corpse reflected in my head.

I wanted to stop at this point, but I found myself going deeper into details.

Talking to her felt like a heavy weight was lifted off my chest gradually.

What was wrong with me?

Why did I feel very comfortable around her?

Was it because she gave me listening ears without judging me?

Her curious silver eyes bored into mine as she expected more explanations.

“We didn’t,”

“What happened?” she asked. “Why did she leave you?”

As much as I would love to avoid this question, I couldn’t.

“She…” I released a tensed breath slowly as memories sprang up suddenly in my head.

The ugly memories I tried locking away.

“She died,” I revealed.

Her jaws dropped as pity washed through her face.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized, covering a part of my hand with her small ones.

“It’s okay, it’s in the past now,” I said dismissively.

“Since her death, I vowed never to fall in love again or make love to any woman so I started doing Bdsm. I didn’t find pleasure in lovemaking or vanilla sex.”

“What’s vanilla sex?” I almost laughed at her naivety.

“What we just had. It’s boring to others but it’s deep to me. I’m just confused because I want it with you again,” I stopped to observe her confused face.

“I even stopped having sex on the bed. No woman has ever climbed my matrimonial bed after Ivy died. I respect Ivy a lot.”

“How did she die?” she said, carefully selecting her words.

“It started when a war ensued. I hid Ivy, but somehow, she got out of her hiding spot because someone tricked her into believing we were hurt and dying.

Before I could get to Ivy, she had drowned in the river together with our pup.”

Tears threatened to stream down my eyes as the memories played in my head.

“None of them survived. I observed that she fell into the river. The fall was so hard that she bled to death,” I turned to look at Aurora whose face was stained in tears.

“I haven’t forgiven myself since then. Maybe if I had stayed with her, she would have been alive. I wouldn’t have needed her best friend, Rosa,”

“Rosa was her best friend?” Aurora’s face widened in shock.

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. She is my mistress now and the mother of my pup,” I stopped to catch my breath. “Sometimes, I feel bad that I’m into things with Rosa. I feel like I’m betraying Ivy for having sex with her best friend. I hate myself for that,”

“You need to move on.” Her hands cupped my sharp jaws before landing on my shoulders.

“I can’t move on. Maybe it’s just better this way. Maybe it’s my punishment for allowing her to die.”