Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 194 Draven parent visit

Pinned against the wall, Daniel felt deliciously trapped as both men viciously tore off his pajama trousers, exposing his ass. His hands were caged behind him while his face was shoved straight against the cool surface.

Daniel had missed this—the raw intensity—and he was about to be rimmed and fucked by his two husbands. Not just any fuck, but one that would rock his whole world and leave him barely able to walk straight.

Well, that was an exaggeration; he didn’t actually want to be crippled, not in this lifetime. As his ass came into full view through the torn fabric, Xylander gripped the cheeks and spread them apart, baring everything. Draven licked his middle finger and trailed several slow, teasing lines down the center, sending shivers racing along Daniel’s spine. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

He moaned at the placement of those hands, the way they moved from the cleft to his hole, circling and teasing it softly."Fuck!!! That’s it, hubby, continue..."Xylander took the lead then, parting the cheeks wider with strong hands and driving his tongue straight into the center.

He flickered it against the sensitive hole, sparking wild electricity through Daniel’s body that made him shudder in near-climax. God, this feeling—it had been so long since he’d felt it with his men.

He was rock-hard from that tongue alone, damn near desperate and horny beyond reason. Draven shifted position, cupping Daniel’s dick and caressing it with soft, gentle strokes, fondling it in his palm as though it might bruise if he pressed too hard. Daniel’s cock pulsed harder, lengthening under the tender attention.

Just as Draven leaned in to take it into his mouth, the door burst wide open, slamming against the wall and shocking them all into stillness.Draven pulled back from Daniel’s dick for a moment.

Xylander, still on his knees with his face buried in Daniel’s ass, paused. When they looked up, there stood Adrian, his expression frozen in the latest shock of his life."What nonsense is this? Don’t you know privacy?" Draven snapped, embarrassment and anger flooding him.

"And Daniel, I told you bringing him out of that dungeon would make him think he was free. Now look at the audacity."Not only had Adrian caught him in such a vulnerable position, but the man had barged in so rudely—and worse, he’d seen Daniel’s exposed ass.

The thought alone had Draven riled up. Xylander stood, wiping his mouth on the edge of his shirt. Meanwhile, Daniel scrambled to find a towel to wrap around his waist since his husbands had conveniently ripped away the only thing covering him."What disrespect is this, Adrian? You’re growing wings, I see... and you want those wings clipped so badly. I think I can help you with that." Xyle fixed him with a vicious, malicious stare.

He wasn’t sure he could stand the guy without fantasizing about driving a stake through his chest—that was how much he loathed him.Adrian kept his face down, the collar still snug around his neck like some imprisoned dog.

Then he spoke, delivering what he’d come for."So Master Daniel, Sir Xylander, and Sir Draven... I came to tell you that your parents are downstairs asking for you."

Daniel blinked, confused. Whose parents exactly? His own were obviously still in prison... or were they back?"Whose parents, Adrian? Talk properly and stop putting us in suspense," Daniel barked. The sharpness made the men around him flinch.Adrian, unflinching, continued.

"Your parents, Sir Draven. And they’re mad at you all."He turned to leave, but Daniel stopped him harshly."And who asked you to leave, Adrian? Have you forgotten you’re my dog now?"Daniel’s voice rose, the usual sweetness replaced by seething disdain.

"Sorry, sir. Pardon my manners..." Adrian bowed, but permission to leave still hadn’t come.Daniel stepped right up to him, looking up into his face. Slap! Slap! Slap!Three thunderous slaps landed across Adrian’s cheeks, harsh and devoid of any warmth.

"Never in your worthless life come into my room like that again. Know your place, or I’ll lecture you properly on how to behave." Daniel’s eyes burned with deep resentment.

Then he turned and headed to the bathroom on the left."You can leave now. We’ll come down and meet you all downstairs," he commanded. Adrian bowed once more and left.As he walked away, his vision blurred, his head spun wildly, forcing him to stagger along the passage and down the stairs.

He clutched his stinging cheeks as tears welled in his pained eyes. A sudden chill hit him; he began to shiver. Memories resurfaced—what he and Daniel had once shared before they were torn apart, the chance he’d had to make Daniel his, all lost because of Xylander. Adrian knew his mental issues were worsening—something Daniel refused to believe, dismissing it as a trick to win release.

But it wasn’t a trick. He was suffering from deep amnesia, teetering on the edge of losing everything in his mind, remembering nothing.

He didn’t want that, yet it almost seemed like the only way to erase the pain: his useless father, the death of his lovely, beautiful mother, and the loss of the only person he’d ever truly fallen in love with. A fresh start, blank and clean. Adrian reached the bottom of the stairs and was heading toward his room when he collapsed in the passage, falling unconscious instantly. Daniel stepped out of the shower, drying his hair and face.

Meanwhile, Xylander—already dressed—approached the dressing mirror, squeezed some of Daniel’s cream into his hands, and began rubbing it over his body."Xyle, isn’t this too much? I have hands—they’re not dead yet."

Xylander laughed but kept going, massaging the cream into his chest, up to his neck, down his arms, and finally his legs. Daniel felt a jolt through his joints as Xyle’s hands slid up his thighs, inching toward where the towel was tied."Xylander, you’re going to make me cum before I even leave here. Stop, please. We can do this later—especially with Alexander—and without distractions."

Daniel shot him a smile. Xylander groaned in defeat."Okay, Dan, sweetie. But you owe me a good fuck."

He winked, then stepped back, leaving Draven rummaging through the closet for something suitable. "This will do. Dress up and let’s go."

As Draven handed over the outfit, Daniel noticed his hands trembling beneath the fabric. He could see the worry—more than worry, real nervousness—about what his parents would say, and why they were even here in the first place. Were they so shameless that showing up was their first move to beg for cash or something?

"Cheer up, Draven. One thing I’m good at is giving snooping bitches their just reward. No worries.

"Daniel’s assurance helped, but it didn’t erase Draven’s concern entirely.First they’d wanted him to marry and ruin his life for their sake; now they’d come to his marriage to destroy his happiness.

It was pure evil."One thing about my parents—they’re persistent. Nothing stops them at this point," Draven said, looking away, still anxious.

Daniel dressed without hesitation, no longer hiding his nakedness from his husbands. What was there to hide that they hadn’t already seen? "Dear, you saw how I handled yesterday’s issues, especially with my overbearing grandmother. Today will be the same."

Draven finally let some of the worry slip. He shouldn’t leave all the heavy lifting to Daniel—he was supposed to be the man of the house.

"It’s fine. Okay, okay, I’m good now."Daniel gave him a quick peck."Now that’s my Draven. Let’s go down and meet your parents. I can’t believe I’m finally seeing them."

Daniel’s excitement caught Draven off guard. He’d been dreading this; his husband was actually looking forward to it. As they descended the stairs, every eye in the living room locked onto them. The tension was thick enough to choke on. But Daniel ignored the crowd entirely, glancing at Xylander, who nodded toward the dining table.

"Come, let’s eat, sweetie. Breakfast is your favorite." Daniel blushed, refusing to acknowledge the onlookers as he tugged Xylander along to the dining table. Screw them all. If they wanted to see him, they could come to him—not the other way around.

Meanwhile, in the parlor, those waiting scowled at the blatant snub. The insult hung in the air, loud even without words. Lily could only watch. Was her grandmother still going to speak after Daniel’s warning last night?

Weren’t they basically slaves in the house now, after everything that had happened? What right did they have to offer opinions?

"If any of you decide you can advise me—especially when I’m speaking—then this will be the last time you ever set foot in this house."

Those had been Daniel’s cold words the night before, when he’d stripped them of everything, reducing them to nobodies. Last night was still fresh in their minds—how they’d realized they’d truly lost their home to Daniel... and likely everything else.