MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS

AMARIS

I kept staring back at Ryker and Rowan over my shoulder as I followed Alpha Corvin toward his room, and both of them were visibly angry with their jaws clenched tight and eyes burning with barely controlled rage.

What the hell could I do though? My legs were still so fucking sore from having sex with two men at once for hours and I was completely exhausted from the multiple intense orgasms they had given me. Now Alpha Corvin, who earlier today had his hands fondling my breasts in his office, was leading me back to his private bedroom.

This is what I deserve. This is karma coming for me.

He opened the heavy door and gestured for me to walk in first like a gentleman, which I did slowly, trying desperately not to limp from the soreness between my thighs.

"I am sorry that I was not there to protect you tonight," he said once we were inside with the door closed behind us.

I looked at him in genuine surprise. This was the first time he was actually apologizing to me for anything and it seemed really sincere, but the irony was that I was lying about the entire kidnapping situation.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "It is nothing. I am fine now."

"You can rest on the bed," he said, gesturing to the massive bed that dominated the room. "I will take a quick shower, okay?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice to stay steady.

He walked into an inner room which I assumed was the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

I stood there and stared at his master bedroom with wide eyes, taking it all in. This was the first time I was actually in the Alpha’s personal master bedroom. Mostly our encounters had been in his private office.

The room was massive and screamed powerful Alpha male in every possible way. Dark wood furniture that probably cost more than my entire existence combined. A king-sized bed that could easily fit at least five people comfortably with black silk sheets that looked obscenely expensive and smooth. Floor-to-ceiling windows with heavy velvet curtains. A fireplace that was currently unlit. Everything was clean and organized in that obsessive way that made me think he probably had people who kept everything perfect.

I could hear the shower running from the bathroom and I knew I desperately needed to take a shower too so I could wash away the heavy scent of sex that was all over my body.

If he smelled his sons on me, I was dead. We were all dead. He would probably kill all three of us.

I sat carefully on the edge of the massive bed, wincing at the soreness, and waited for him to finish so I could take a shower myself.

Then after what felt like a couple of long minutes, the door to the bathroom creaked open slowly and Alpha Corvin walked out.

Oh fuck. Oh holy fuck.

He was wearing just black joggers that hung dangerously low on his hips and no shirt, and I had to physically stop my jaw from dropping open and my tongue from rolling out of my mouth.

For a man in his late forties, he was ridiculously fit. His chest was broad and muscular with a light dusting of silver hair that trailed down his stomach. His shoulders were wide. His arms were thick with muscle. His abs were defined, not overly so like some gym obsessed person, but you could clearly see every muscle definition in his stomach. And that v-line. That fucking v-line that disappeared into his joggers made my mouth go completely dry and my pussy clench involuntarily.

His silver hair was wet and slicked back from his handsome face, water droplets still clinging to his tanned chest and running down slowly.

I watched one droplet trail down from his collarbone, over his chest, down his abs, and disappear into the waistband of his joggers.

I felt my face flush hot and I had to look away before I started drooling like an idiot.

He looked at me with those intense dark eyes that seemed to see right through me. "Do you want to take your shower too?"

I nodded, completely unable to speak or form coherent words because my brain had stopped functioning properly.

He moved to his vanity to brush his silver hair with slow strokes and I walked past him quickly, trying desperately not to stare at his body or the way the muscles in his back moved, and closed the bathroom door behind me.

I leaned against the door for a moment, breathing hard.

Get it together, Amaris.

The bathroom was as massive as the bedroom. Marble everywhere that looked cold and expensive. A huge shower with multiple shower heads that could fit like ten people easily. A bathtub that looked more like a small pool.

Rich people are absolutely insane.

I pulled down everything I was wearing and stepped into the shower, turning on the hot water and letting it run over my exhausted body.

The hot water felt incredible on my sore muscles.

My mind immediately trailed back to what had just happened earlier tonight with the twins in that cabin.

How Ryker had sucked on my breasts until my nipples were swollen and sensitive. How Rowan had licked between my legs until I screamed his name. How they had both fingered me at the same time, stretching me. How they had fucked me so hard I thought I would break in half. How they had made me cum over and over until I could not think straight or remember my own name.

My hands slowly touched the places they had touched, trailing over my breasts and feeling how sensitive my nipples still were from their mouths. I squeezed them gently and gasped at how good it felt even though they were sore.

My hand slid down between my legs where I was still swollen and tender. I touched myself gently and winced at the soreness but also felt arousal building immediately.

I was still so wet just thinking about them.

I remembered how it felt to have both of them inside me at once. How full I had felt. How they had stretched me. How Ryker had fucked me from behind while I sucked Rowan.

My fingers circled my clit slowly and I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.

I imagined it was their hands on me again.