Chapter 9 Spread your legs. Now

"Face us," Nicholas commanded.

She turned back around.

He was closer now. Had moved while her back was turned. Close enough that she could smell him...pine and something sharp, something that made her hindbrain scream danger even as her body responded in ways she didn't want to accept.

"Do you know why you're here," he said quietly.

"To pay my father's debt," she said. Her voice came out steadier than she felt.

"To pay for his crimes," Nicholas corrected. "Your father leaked the location of a treaty meeting to hunters. Because of his betrayal, my father is dead. Along with everyone else at that meeting." His silver eyes bored into hers. "Do you understand the magnitude of what he did?"

"He didn't do it," she said before she could stop herself.

The temperature in the room dropped.

Nicholas's hand moved so fast she didn't see it coming. One second he was standing in front of her, the next his fingers were wrapped around her throat.

"Let me make something very clear," he said, his voice deadly quiet. "While you are in this estate, you do not defend your father. You do not make excuses for him. You do not speak of him at all unless we ask you a direct question." His grip tightened slightly. "Do you understand?"

She couldn't speak with his hand on her throat. Could only nod.

"Use your words."

"I understand," she gasped.

He released her and stepped back.

She took a shaky breath, her hand going to her throat where his fingers had been.

"You're here because we demanded it," Nicholas continued, his tone returning to that clinical coldness. "You're here because Shadowmere Pack was too weak to refuse. You're here because your Alpha valued pack survival over your wellbeing." He paused. "And you're here because you signed a contract agreeing to be our property for thirty days."

Property.

There was that word again.

"The contract was very clear about the terms," Nicholas said. "For the next month, you belong to us. Your body, your time, your choices....all of it belongs to us. We can do whatever we want with you and you have no say in it." His silver eyes never left hers. "Do you understand what that means?"

She understood perfectly.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good." He stepped back fully now, rejoining his brothers. All three of them stood there looking at her. "Then let's establish exactly what you are to us."

Sebastian moved forward. "You are not a guest. You are not pack. You are payment. You are a warm body we're using to settle a debt." His dark eyes moved over her slowly. "Nothing more."

"You will do what we tell you," Lucian added, his golden eyes bright. "When we tell you. Without question. Without hesitation. If we want you on your knees, you get on your knees. If we want you spread open on a bed, you spread open. If we want to use you until you can't walk, you endure it." His smile was sharp. Feral. "Because that's what you agreed to."

Lilith stood there and tried to process what they were telling her.

Tried to prepare herself for what was coming.

"Strip," Nicholas said.

The word landed like a bomb.

She stared at him. "What?"

"Strip. Take off your clothes. All of them." His voice was completely even. "We want to see what you are paying your debt with."

Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely move them.

"Strip now, little omega," Sebastian added. "Before we lose our patience and do it for you."

She reached for the hem of her shirt with trembling fingers.

Pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor.

She wasn't wearing anything expensive underneath. Just a simple worn bra that had seen better days. She reached back and unhooked it with shaking hands.

Let it drop.

Stood there topless in front of three Alpha wolves who were looking at her like she was meat.

"Keep going," Nicholas said.

She unbuttoned her pants. Pushed them down her hips. Stepped out of them.

Now she was just in her underwear....plain, simple, nothing special.

"All of it," Lucian said. His voice had dropped lower. Rougher. "We said strip. That means everything."

She hooked her thumbs in her underwear and pulled them down.

Stood there completely naked in the middle of the main hall while three men studied every inch of her exposed body.

She'd never felt more vulnerable in her entire life.

"Turn around," Nicholas commanded. "Slowly. Let us see all of you."

She turned.

Slowly.

Felt their eyes on every part of her. Her breasts. Her stomach. Her hips. Her ass. Her thighs. Nothing hidden. Nothing protected.

Completely exposed.

When she'd completed the turn and faced them again, Nicholas stepped forward.

"Spread your legs," he said.

Her breath caught. "Please...."

"That wasn't a request." His voice was steel. "Spread your legs. Now."

She did.

Nicholas crouched in front of her.

His hand moved between her thighs without warning. Not inside her....just touching. Assessing.

She gasped, her whole body jerking at the contact.

"Sensitive," he observed clinically. "When's the last time someone touched you here?"

She couldn't answer. Couldn't form words.

His hand moved again. More deliberately.

"I asked you a question," he said quietly.

"Two months," she managed to choke out. "My ex....before he found....."

"So you haven't been fucked in two months." Nicholas stood up, his hand leaving her body. "That's going to change very quickly."

He looked at his brothers.

Something passed between them. Some unspoken communication that Lilith couldn't read.

Then Sebastian moved.

He grabbed her arm....not gently, and pulled her toward the seating area near the fireplace. Pushed her down onto the leather couch.

"Stay," he commanded. Like she was a dog.

All three of them stood there looking down at her.

Naked. Exposed. Trembling.

Completely at their mercy.

"Here's how this is going to work," Nicholas said. "For the next thirty days, whenever we want you, you make yourself available. No excuses. No delays. If we call for you in the middle of the night, you come. If we want you during dinner, you get on your knees under the table. If we decide we want to fuck you in front of the entire pack, you spread your legs and let us."

"You have no safe words," Sebastian added. "No boundaries. No limits. If it hurts, you endure it. If you cry, we don't care. If you beg us to stop....." His smile was dark. "We won't."

"Your only job," Lucian said, moving closer, "is to survive it. Thirty days. That's all. And then you go home to your pack and your unconscious mother and pretend this never happened."

Nicholas tilted his head slightly. "Do you accept these terms?"