Dahlia’s POV
I stood at the vanity, towel-drying my hair, when a knock echoed from the door. I didn’t need to guess who it was-somehow, I just knew. I ran my fingers through my damp hair, trying to tame the wild curls into something more presentable, then swung the door open.
Their scents hit me instantly, wrapping around me like a heady perfume, warm and intoxicating. No matter how many times I was near them, it never dulled the effect they had on me. That instant jolt of electricity, the way my body ignited with want the moment I laid eyes on their impossibly handsome faces, chiseled physiques, and the smoldering intensity that burned in their gazes-it always left me breathless. The hunger in their eyes was unmistakable, and it sent a wave of heat surging through my core.
Low, appreciative growls rumbled in both their chests as their eyes raked over me. The bodice of my nightie dipped low, leaving my cleavage exposed, while the silk shorts barely brushed the tops of my thighs, skimming over my firm ass. I returned their heated stares, letting my gaze roam the ridges of muscle across their torsos-flawless and tantalizing-even more so as they stood in nothing but their boxer briefs. And those briefs? They left little to the imagination. I’d felt the weight of them last night, caught in the haze of passion, but in the clarity of daylight, their size made my heart pound with a mix of awe and-if I was being honest-a little fear.
Realizing I’d been openly staring at their crotches for far too long, I snapped my gaze back up-only to be met with twin smirks, arrogant and amused. They’d caught me, and they knew exactly what I was thinking. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
I turned to escape the heat of the moment, but I didn’t get far.
Before I could take a single step, they closed in. Logan pressed against my front, Liam slid up behind me. Surrounded.
Every place they touched sparked to life. The air between us grew heavier, charged with desire. Suddenly, I wasn’t tired at all.
“Not so fast, Angel,” Liam murmured, his breath warm against my ear, fingers curling possessively around my hips. I shivered, a fresh rush of heat pooling low in my belly.
“Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” Logan’s voice was a velvet caress as he cupped my face, his nose brushing mine with intimate familiarity.
It wasn’t a question. It was a promise.
“I-I wasn’t,” I whispered, barely able to think straight.
“We didn’t think so,” Liam said with a wicked grin. His hands trailed up my torso, stopping to cradle my breasts, his touch reverent and teasing. “First, you threatened to leave. Then, you challenged your Alphas in front of the entire pack. That sort of thing demands consequences, doesn’t it, brother?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Logan agreed, voice low and filled with seductive menace. He pressed kisses along my jaw, his hands finding my ass with greedy confidence. A helpless moan slipped past my lips.
“I-I didn’t mean-” I tried, my voice faltering under the weight of sensation.
“But you did.” Liam growled, the scent of my arousal making his pupils dilate. “Now we decide what to do with you.”
There was a dark edge to his voice, but it was laced with delicious promise. His fingers slid under my top, circling my nipples in slow, teasing patterns, while his mouth ghosted over the side of my neck. At the same time, Logan’s hands squeezed and kneaded my backside, his lips tracing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. My head fell back against Liam’s chest, knees wobbling beneath me.
Only the solid pressure of their bodies kept me from crumpling to the floor.
“What do you think your punishment should be, little wolf?” Logan asked, his tone thick with command.
“Tell us, baby girl,” Liam added, his voice firm but laced with affection.
“I-I don’t know,” I stammered, completely undone by the way they touched me, the way they looked at me. I could barely form words, let alone think.
“You’re going to have to learn to use your words with us, Angel,” Liam chided gently. “But we’ll decide for you-just this once.”
“Should we spank her?” Logan mused aloud, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Or deny her release? She did challenge her Alphas, after all. Seems only fair you choose, baby brother.”
“I’ve got a few ideas,” Liam replied cryptically. Then his tone shifted, his expression softening. He reached around and gently held my chin, guiding me to look up at him. There was concern in his eyes now, something deeper.
“Are you okay with this, Angel? Do you want this kind of play with us?”
The breath caught in my throat as realization dawned. I may not have had much experience, but I understood what he was asking. This wasn’t just heat or dominance-this was about surrender. About trust. And they wouldn’t move forward unless I gave them permission.
A shiver ran through me, not of fear, but of anticipation.
I nodded.
But Logan was already shaking his head. “What did we say about nodding, baby girl?” he said gently but firmly. “Use your words. Or we stop right now.”
“Yes,” I breathed, my face flushing with heat.
“Yes, what?” Liam pressed, still holding my gaze.
“Yes, I want to play with you,” I said clearly, my voice strong now. Honest.
“Good girl,” Logan purred in approval. “But before we go any further, you need a safe word. You do know what a safe word is for, right?”
“Yes, I know,” I replied with a slight scowl. I wasn’t that naive. His smug grin was the only response he gave.
“Silver,” I said, straightening my shoulders. “My safe word is silver.”
“I like it. Can I ask why you chose it?” Liam asked, his voice soft but curious.
“It’s the color of your wolves’ eyes,” I replied with a slight shrug. “I’ve never seen wolves with silver eyes before… but they’re beautiful. Just like your hazel eyes.”
Their low, primal growls rumbled through the room as they stepped closer, closing the already small distance between us.
“It’s perfect, Angel,” Liam murmured in approval.
“I fucking love it,” Logan added, his voice thick with desire. The way they praised me melted something deep inside, yet beneath the warmth was a flicker of nervous anticipation-I had no idea what I’d just agreed to, or what I was about to endure.
Then Liam’s lips found mine-hungry, claiming. His hands slid over my back, down to cup my ass, and then beneath my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, his strength grounding me as he carried me to the bed, never breaking our kiss. I’d kissed him before, many times. But this one… this kiss wasn’t soft or playful. It was primal-unyielding. He devoured my mouth, biting and tugging at my lips before plunging his tongue past them, staking his claim. It was a silent promise, a warning of what this would be. I would give everything. And they would take only what I surrendered.
And I would surrender it all.
As he gently lowered me to the bed, he paused, eyes locking onto mine. “Are you sure, Angel?” One last out.
“I’m sure. I trust you both.” I remembered to speak the words-barely surprised to find I meant every syllable.
“We’ll be gentle with you, this first time,” Logan said, his tone husky but measured. “But don’t forget your safe word. If at any point it becomes too much, use it.”
“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, my eyes lowering without thought. I wasn’t a submissive person by nature, but for them… I could be. At least for tonight.
“Fuck, baby girl,” Logan muttered, his voice laced with raw want. My heart fluttered at the approval in his tone. Liam reached out, tilting my chin up until our eyes met.
“Do you want us to make you come, Angel?” he asked, voice like steel wrapped in velvet.
“Yes, Alpha,” I answered, breathless with anticipation.
“We’ll see,” he replied, lips twitching into something darkly amused. “Be a good girl, and we might let you. But you won’t come until one of us gives the word. Understood?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I repeated, the words beginning to feel like a mantra. Like truth.
“Good. We wouldn’t want to add to your punishment if you misbehave, would we, brother?” Logan teased, though he sounded more eager than warning.
Liam just grunted in agreement. “On your knees, Angel. I want to watch you strip. Every inch of you belongs to us-and I want to see all of it.”
For a split second, I hesitated. Last night had cloaked me in darkness-an intimacy hidden behind shadows. But now? The lights were on. My body, every perceived flaw, was about to be revealed. Would they still want me? Would they see me and regret?
“Disobeying already?” Logan chided, the edge in his voice snapping me out of my spiral.
“N-No!” I shot back quickly, shaking the doubt from my mind. I wasn’t a coward. I wouldn’t start now.
Slowly, I got to my knees. I let one strap fall from my shoulder, fingertips skimming my skin as it slid down my arm. My palm brushed over my breast, teasing the sensitive peak into a hard nub. I heard their sharp inhales but didn’t look up-not yet.
I repeated the motion with the other strap, and my silk top bunched around my waist, baring my breasts completely. When I finally lifted my gaze, their eyes were molten-liquid silver swirling with desire and reverence.
That look… it filled me with fire.
Confidence surged through me as I ran my hands over my curves, tugging gently at my nipples before gliding downward. The sounds they made-groans that vibrated through the air like thunder-only spurred me on.
Without breaking eye contact, I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of my bottoms, easing them down my hips, slow and deliberate. My bare pussy came into view, and still, I held their gaze. The way their eyes flickered-between silver and hazel-reminded me that I wasn’t the only one under a spell. For a brief, powerful moment, I wondered if I was the one truly in control.
Their gazes were heavy and unrelenting, drinking me in. I knew the exact moment they found their mark-their low, guttural sounds said it all.
“Fuck,” Logan growled through gritted teeth.
I was trembling, barely holding it together, as I took in the effect I was having on them. Their boxers were taut with the evidence of their arousal, straining against the fabric. And Goddess help me, those cocks were not small. Still, I had no time to worry. Their restraint shattered the next second.
In a blur of motion, I was pushed back onto the bed, their mouths and hands everywhere, their bond igniting sparks along every inch of my skin. Pleasure, raw and boundless, surged through me-fast, unrelenting, and divine.