Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas-Chapter 259: _ Four is Just a Number

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. SKIP IF A FOURSOME IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA!

The door clicks shut, and the sound reverberates like a signal through the air. Silence falls first in that kind of quietness that makes every heartbeat echo, every breath feel too loud, too close. Morgan leans against the wall, eyes dark, teeth just barely bared in the kind of grin that’s equal parts amusement and menace.

His cock grows increasingly warm beneath his fingers as he increases the pace of his strokes, the demon core thrumming like it knows something delicious is about to unfold.

It’s strange how it’s not Luke responding in this charged moment, but the demon core. However, Morgan is too caught in the fierce flare of yearning to care about that right now.

Heidi doesn’t hesitate to step between them again, grounding herself, letting the small shifts of weight, the tilt of a shoulder, the brush of a hand against Morgan’s chest, set the rhythm. Grayson mirrors her, cupping her fuckable ass and pressing it between his fingers like it’s a pouch of jelly.

Morgan watches it all like a predator circling. The curve of her shoulder, the tremor in her fingers as she moves, the way her eyes hold his even while they flit between him and Darien. His chest tightens and he increases the stakes.

He takes her small boobs in his hands, fondling their barely there nipples and feeling the molten waves of pleasure it sends through her in her little moans.

"You’re mine, you fuckable little monster." he murmurs under his breath, but every muscle in his body is already reacting.

He’s never had his personal moment with her. If Grayson is not there to ruin it, Grayson and Darien would. If he has to kill them all to have her all to himself, to own this body alone, he would. He was previously moved by revenge, but now, he has something even better to fight for.

Oh, and he will...

"Kill them all. They don’t deserve her, you do." The demon core whispers, feeding his murderous delusions.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Morgan agrees.

Darien stiffens beside Heidi, hesitation written in the set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders. But he doesn’t pull away. She leans into him, guiding his hands between her legs until his fingers find her hole, showing him how close is acceptable, how intimacy here is shared. The way she moves between them, choosing, giving, deciding... it makes Morgan’s teeth grit.

While Darien dips his fingers into her pussy, Grayson presses his erection against her from behind while Morgan plants his mouth on her nipple, his hand fondling her other breast. She responds in kind, leaning into him, fingers curling, letting him feel her pulse through her skin. The three of them create a tangle of need, heat, and agency that Morgan can see and feel in every fiber of himself.

"Heidi, do you understand how tense this is going to become?" Darien suddenly asks, eyes fixated on her diluted ones as his fingers slip in and out of her.

Heidi, who is already swept away by a need that defies reason could only stammer. "Y-yes... I-I do. I want..." Morgan loudly sucks on her pebbles nipples, making her shudder.

"You want what?" Grayson asks, basically not doing anything except grinding her with his hardened cock, still straining against his pants.

Morgan can’t help but to scoff internally, laughing at the spineless twin acting like he’s actually a big deal. From his observation, it seems being responsible for Heidi has started to build Grayson’s confidence.

It’s a good thing... yeah. Just a shame the guy wouldn’t live long to enjoy it.

"Yes. He has to die." The demon core agrees with Morgan’s thoughts, boosting his desire to see Grayson dead.

Heidi gulps so loudly, it sounds like dropping stone into water in the silent room. "I want you... All."

"That’s my girl." Darien grins, encouraging her.

Or perhaps, he’s the one embedded because now, he begins to undo his buttons. When Heidi impatiently helps him shift his trousers down, Morgan grunts in pure jealousy.

That should have been him.

She pulls Darien’s pants down, making Morgan release her breast to leave the stage and control in her hands. Darien steps out of the trousers pooled under his feet. He’s now left in his briefs which Heidi still proceeds to remove until his bloody long cock is bare and ready to be grabbed by her—which she did.

That sends a deep ache throbbing in Morgan’s bones.

"Is it me or does it seem like she’s paying more attention to Darien?" The now fully awakened demon core in him asks. "He deserves to die too."

Yes, he does, Morgan agrees. And oh, he will.

When Heidi gets on her knees and signals for Morgan and Grayson to move closer, they obey instantly.

"Strip for me." She commands and once again, they don’t say no.

Once they are all completely naked, she places each hand on their shafts and takes Darien’s in her mouth. What follows is a series of routines, specially dedicated to running each Bellamy insane with hands and mouth.

Heidi sucks, strokes, and moans all the way. It is Morgan who cups her head first, more to keep his knees from giving out from the onslaught of pleasure than for the aesthetics. Darien grabs her arms while Grayson fights for a space on her head to place his hands.

The strength to carry each brother in her hands, mouth, and head is solely borne from the same reason why she’s the one in the prophecy. It is why she is to face the pack officials, striving to win against a bunch of influential men who would try to crush her. Just as she wants, they’ll worry about tomorrow when dawn breaks, and get lost in the moment they are basking in currently.

But as pleasure sizzles through Morgan’s veins, he knows one thing for sure: he’ll die before he lets a selfish and corrupt schemer harm Heidi.