The She-Devil And Her Alphas Chapter 287 – Two Hundred And Eighty-seven: Ménage À Trois

Everybody avoided Asher as if he was the God of death, everyone knew he was in a bad mood today. They had all heard the news – courtesy of Dan. Not that he announced it willingly- they forced it out of his mouth anyway. 

Asher stared at his mate sleeping on the bed with no worry and felt more frustrated. He was suddenly having this urge to claim her and leave Daniel to his problems. It wasn’t his business that he… fine, this was his selfish side speaking. 

Yet when Lia awakened, he let that selfishness take over. 

Lia came around and was stunned to see herself in a different room – a familiar room. This was Asher’s – oh. She gulped, Asher was seated on the edge of the bed, his green eyes boring into hers that made her heart skip a beat. 

“Asher,” She called yet got no response. Her heart was slamming against her chest and why was he staring at her that way? Did she do something wrong? 

“Asher,” Lia laughed nervously, ” Why are you staring at me that – Ahh! ” 

She screamed when he suddenly sprang on her forcing her back to the bed. 

Lia’s throat dried up watching Asher hover over her, there was this fire burning in the orbs of his eyes that made her shiver and her pulse raced.

He lowered his head slowly like a calculating Predator stalking his prey and captured her lips. There was nothing gentle about this kiss, it was hot, hard, and demanding. Asher pinned her hand against the bed, deepening the kiss as his tongue infiltrated her mouth. 

Lia was having a fever, a wild delirium that engulfed her as she responded to him with the same raw hunger. She wanted to delve her hands into her silky hair and massage his scalp but he wouldn’t let her, his grasp was firm. 

Asher held her tight, kissing her roughly until he drew blood from her lips which he licked, eliciting a throaty moan from her. He heard her growl low at him asking for permission to take over but he didn’t – he wanted to punish her for God knows why. 

When he finally dragged his lips from her, Lia was panting heavily, her eyes glazed with passion. He groped her backside just as she pulled his head down with one hand, kissing him hard on the mouth. 

The temperature in the room was inflammable, Lia kissing him hard and long after catching on that hunger that had flared beyond suppression while he molded her body to his. 

His cold lips brushed across her throat sending shivers down her body as he continued his journey down her neck and went ahead to pull her shirt off. 

Asher’s eyes darkened and dilated resting on her womanly details, to hell with control. His hands began their wonderful work, stroking and teasing her breasts, her belly, as she moaned and moved against him. 

The vampire was fully aroused, he didn’t hesitate to rip her bra and tossed it to the furthest part of the room, he kissed the swell of her breast. Then his hand moved, kneading and groping her breast so hard that she whimpered in pain – a sweat pain. 

Lia continuously sobbed his name, arching her back to his touch to alleviate the tight knot inside her. There was a fire inside her; in her veins, all over. 

There was no tenderness this time. His squeeze, stroke was made to draw a blissful pain. Lia was out of breath or so she thought because when he took one of her nipples into his mouth while cupping the other, she realized she’d been enjoying adequate air all this while.

Her breath came in gasps, shuddering with the pleasure of Asher sucking her breasts. Lia cursed, clutching her hair and writhing beneath him. He intentionally bit on her nipple, sending sharp tingles to her body. 

Pulling away, he did the same to the other breast till Lia was pleading for him to take her. That comment sounded sexy yet wrong in his ears. This was wrong, however, he didn’t want to stop. 

Asher wanted to pull down her shorts yet there was a greater call somewhere. He kissed her neck and felt her shiver, her body was a throbbing mess. His eyes settled on the way the pulse throbbed in her neck, his fang arched; they wanted to be let out. 

Asher salivated, it was there; the marking spot. All he needed was to sink his fang into that space between her neck and shoulder, take her blood, and mate with her, claiming her as his forever. 

However, why was he holding back? If he doesn’t do that now, Daniel would. The right circumstance has permitted the werewolf to do so – but he wouldn’t allow him. 

Asher’s fangs emerged, he nipped her shoulder, building the anticipation. But just when he was to drink from her, he hesitated. 

“Sleep,” He sent Lia back to dreamland. 

Asher didn’t bother to dress her up, just covered her with the sheet – he didn’t trust himself around her anymore. 

After an ice-cold shower, Asher made his way downstairs to find Dan and Sabrina in his living room. 

“How did it go?” He grumbled, rather than question her. 

“It was a tough one but the story worked, Nadia kept up to her part of the deal,” Sabrina answered him.

“Good for you then,” Asher said and went to the bar to get a drink. He couldn’t get drunk but the feeling of hot whisky going down his throat was fulfilling. 

“I heard what happened to Lia. I was right, Odin was not to be underrated,” Sabrina explained. 

“Mmm,” Was all Asher said. 

“I heard about the werewolf’s suggestion too, did you agree to that?” she inquired but should have known better. 

A glare from Asher was his reaction.

“I’m not trying to make decisions for you or something, but why don’t you two just have a threesome, matter solved,” 

Yeah, she shouldn’t have said that. 

Asher’s glare intensified.

“Bad idea,” Dan whispered into her ears, “Both are alphas; resilience, desire to be in control. Two dominant Alphas in such an act is the equivalent of a cigarette lighter in a windowless cement compound filled with gasoline. Moreover, only Daniel’s d*ick is needed to bring back the wolf or something? “

Asher ignored them, focusing on wasting himself with whiskey – a wishful dream. 

“So the problem is they don’t get the hang of *ménage à trois amid bringing back the wolf drama?” 

“Hundred percent,” Dan answered. 

“Then, what if I have some sort of solution for that?” 

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ménage à trois: a sexual encounter involving three people