Chapter 5 5

POV LOIS

“I’m a slut!” I exclaimed as soon as I opened my eyes and saw myself naked between these two men.

“No…” one of them muttered. We had agreed that to avoid confusion, Ezequiel would stay on my right and Emmanuel on my left. So the one speaking—on my left—was Emmanuel. He placed a hand on my shoulder and guided my body back to the bed, and immediately both of them wrapped me in their arms. “You’re a wolf, not a slut.”

Ezequiel let out a laugh and then began kissing my breasts—or the one that belonged to him, since they had divided my body after each of them had already touched everything they wanted and done whatever they pleased. And they had wanted a lot.

The division only happened after everything was over; while it was happening, there was no such thing as territory. I belonged to both, every part of me, every place—now theirs.

I had been with these two Alphas and… I don’t think I would ever regret it.

“Try sleeping again or… we’ll wake up too.”

“I’m going to sleep!” I squeezed my eyes shut as memories crashed into me.

‘Your desire corrupts me,’ Emmanuel had whispered against my lips.

‘You won’t handle both of us, Lois,’ Ezequiel warned. ‘We’d hurt you.’

With those things in my hands, it was obvious they couldn’t fit anywhere in my body—much less two—but my desire said otherwise.

I wasn’t about to back down if they thought they could scare me.

“Will you pretend you’ve never had a threesome?” Now they wanted to play like saints?

“Will you pretend you’re not a virgin, Lois?”

Ezequiel took my face, spreading kisses across it, torturing me with his tongue near my ear.

“Your breasts say it, your body’s reactions, the way you act, even your scent.”

Both of them grabbed one of my breasts at the same time—Emmanuel pressing my nipple with his thumb while Ezequiel squeezed his fingers around the other.

“Don’t you want your first time to be romantic? In the forest, under the full moon while someone whispers that they love you?”

I burst into loud laughter, because that had been my plan when I found my mate—some romantic, moonlit joining filled with I want yous and I love yous.

But my mate had rejected me, so that plan was long gone.

That way of losing my virginity was no longer an option.

“I was rejected. A while ago. About two years.”

They fell silent, pulling their hands away from my breasts. They slid down to my feet, grabbed them, and dragged me toward the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?!” My legs ended up sticking out, but my ass stayed on the mattress.

The brothers lowered themselves to my thighs, kneeling in front of me. They spread my naked legs apart, marking with kisses the path that led to my pussy.

“He lost a lot,” Ezequiel murmured.

“He must be an idiot,” his brother replied.

“Tonight… you won’t get those tender caresses full of love and promises that might never be kept. But desire? We have plenty of that for you. Lois…”

“…We’re going to make you ours.”

“Are you willing?”

“It’s the only thing I’m waiting for.”

“But our way. You don’t get a say here.”

“We’re the experts.”

When two Alphas take your body and vow to satisfy you—please you until every centimeter of your body carries their names—you prepare yourself. But not even weeks of preparation could have gotten me ready for what the twins had planned.

As they touched me, they sank between my trembling legs, pushing them open. At the first brush against one of my folds, my fingers curled, and the first moan escaped my lips, only for me to swallow hard right after, my hands clenching the sheets.

“None of this will hurt, Lois.”

I didn’t know which of them spoke, but Ezequiel was usually the one who used the softer voice with me.

“Not yet.”

Their tongues competed to see which one could claim more space inside my pussy, but… they weren’t selfish. One gave the other a chance between that small piece of flesh, and they licked me with warm, restless tongues that sent violent tremors through my body and tore ragged breaths from me.

“Ah! Aah! Ugh!!”

The whirlwind I felt in my belly swept everything away, and then a pressure followed.

“It’s my finger.”

Who the hell was talking?!

“I’m going to slide it in slowly, very slowly now that your body is burning hot.”

“Wait…! The only thing I want to know is who the hell is who.”

Someone moved and turned on the light. My eyes shut at the sight of those two wolf gods standing naked.

What were they? Mortals? They couldn’t be— their bodies burned my eyes, that unbearably sensual presence hitting even harder under the light.

Why did they look so perfect?

“I’m Ezequiel.”

“I’m Emmanuel.”

With the light on, I could see which side each voice came from, and only like that could I tell who was who. I needed to see—to know who was doing what to me, who made me moan more, who I clung to, whose name I would scream. Those things mattered. I wanted to know.

It was Ezequiel who was about to slide his finger inside my pussy, while Emmanuel worked on everything else, and I had no idea when they assigned themselves their tasks. But Emmanuel’s kisses softened the pressure that Ezequiel’s finger created inside me. He sucked on my breasts, kissed and bit his way across my body, then settled beside me and grabbed my hand, bringing his face to mine, looking into my eyes while stroking my hair.

We kissed passionately for a long while, until I was ready—without ever noticing any pain.

What was next?

“Now it’s your turn.”

Ezequiel came to me, lifting my body from the bed. He turned me around, leaving my back against him, and Emmanuel appeared between my legs.

I began to grow nervous, because now it wouldn’t be just a finger—and I had held both of them in my hands earlier and… there was no way in hell those things fit anywhere in my body. Certainly not both.

Would they both penetrate me?

How did threesomes even work?!

What were they going to do?!

Questions attacked me from all sides, and no matter where I looked, one of them was there. I felt like they multiplied—there weren’t just two, they were inside my head.

I imagined the two of them fighting over who got to enter me first, but they were calm—serene even—and the only trembling, frantic one was me.

It was obvious who the inexperienced one was here.

The same games as before started again, but now Emmanuel took the lead. He was in control this time, with Ezequiel even pushing me toward him. Emmanuel lifted my thigh and brought it to his brother; Emmanuel took hold of it, and his cock pressed against me. I felt Ezequiel’s cock behind me, and my trembling intensified.

Two cocks against me.

I who thought I’d die a virgin—now had two.