CHAPTER 3: OFFERED TO THREE

Meredith’s POV

I blink up at him, wondering if I had heard him correctly.

Roman has a deep scowl on his face when he asks, “What do you think you are doing, Saul?”

The grin on Saul’s lips is evil and filled with so many mysteries. Mysteries that I am certain I do not want to uncover.

"Oh, come on, Roman - look at her. I have never seen a more desperate creature before in my entire life! She says she is willing to do anything; aren’t you a little bit curious to see how far she could go?”

The way he speaks about me, like I am not even here, is quite humiliating.

A part of me wants to snap at him and tell him to address me with a bit of respect, I am royalty after all, but I am certain that if I do that, they won't even give me off to the slavers.

They would kill me on the spot.

So, I stay silent and take it all in.

My gaze shifts to my supposed mate. I cannot believe he has not said anything about our mate bond. And more importantly, why isn’t he reacting to what his friends are saying?

Surely, Saul’s words are meant to anger him, make him possessive, and have a desire to kill whoever would dare lay his hand on me.

Could I be mistaken? Is he really my mate? Is the bond one-sided?

“I am a bit curious myself, actually,” the bronze god adds, his eyes grazing over my form with a hint of interest. “The past few days have been rough on all of us; we could do with letting off some steam.”

We all await Roman’s response, and I do not know why I had so much hope in him. I hope that he will say something to abolish this idea.

But he simply shrugs nonchalantly.

The smile that stretches Saul’s lips is frightening. He seems to be the most excited of all three of them. He turns to me with excitement swirling within his eyes and says,

“Well then, your generous offer has been accepted. However, we will give you a test. You will have to show that you are obedient and submissive and can meet any of our demands. But if you defy even one of us or fail to please us, we will hand you over to the slavers. It seems fair enough, doesn’t it?”

He speaks like he is giving me much of a choice.

I cannot be sold to the slavers; that is not even an option. I must do my best to please them—anything to stay with them, anything to stay with my mate.

Taking in a deep breath to calm my nerves, I say, “I accept.”

Saul resembles a child on Christmas Eve when he hears that.

“Good, Caelen will go first.”

I spin on my heel to come face-to-face with the bronze-skinned Alpha.

“Like Saul said earlier, get naked. And do not waste our time; we have other things to do today.”

Biting my bottom lip, I do as I am told.

I start off by undoing the buttons on my shorts. It falls from my waist instantly and pools at my feet. My oversized shirt still covered most of my vitals, but once I pulled it over my head, I heard a sharp exhale.

I am not sure which one of the Alphas did it, but I am certain it came from either Roman or Saul. My guess is Saul, since Roman is a lot less expressive.

I stand before them all, bare and vulnerable.

Alpha Caelen takes in my figure with a subtle hunger in his eyes.

“Perhaps she will be enjoyable after all.”

“Get on your knees,” Saul demands as he closes the distance between us.

He takes the Caelen position before me, and the amount of excitement mixed with desire in his eyes terrifies me.

Without warning, his hand lunges out and grabs one of my breasts. He squeezes the mold of soft flesh as he hums. His fingers find their way to my already hard and pink nipple.

The moan that leaves my lips as he pinches the nub is involuntary.

“You like that, don’t you?” Saul asks teasingly, and I bite my bottom lip harder.

Surprisingly, I do, but I am unable to speak. His hands on my breasts feel so good, yet so wrong at the same time.

“You have a very nice body; I will give you that. And that little moan you just did...” he trails off, bringing his lips dangerously close to my ear. “I want to hear more of it when we are behind closed doors - your screams too.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I am ashamed to say it is a good one.

Saul’s eyes shift to Roman, who has been watching the whole scene silently.

“Aye, Roman, would you like to break her in?”

Break me in. What did that mean?

Roman’s dark and impenetrable eyes pin me to the spot.

I yearned to see him with a bit of emotion, but I can already tell that this is a dream that will never come true.

His voice bounces off the stony walls of the cave, even though it is in a calm tone. It’s quite admirable how he does not need to raise his voice to demand attention.

“Come to me.”

Oh my, my.

The way he says that makes my insides clench.

I attempt to get back on my feet, but then he adds, “I did not tell you to stand, did I?”

Oh.

Hesitantly, I began to crawl to him, and not once did we break eye contact. I stop at his feet, and to my horror, he begins to undo the buttons on his pants.

What springs out has my jaw touching the floor.

My goodness, I have never seen a cock so big!

“Please me,” he says.

No, he demands.

I stare at his cock with uncertainty. I have never done anything like this before. I am not even sure how it works. The least I could do is try.

Grabbing the base of his veiny cock, I take the pink tip into my mouth.

I start to bob my head up and down against his member, doing my best to avoid scraping my teeth on him. But, my God, it was quite a lot of work.

He took up almost every inch of my mouth, and he isn’t even half way in yet.

I peer up at him to find that his expression is still stoic. There was no expression on his face, so it is hard for me to tell if I am doing a good job or not.

I highly doubt I am.

I decided to quicken my pace and stroke him as well. I find myself taking more and more of him into my mouth. Soon, I will start to get the hang of it.

This is going to be crazy to admit, but I am actually enjoying it.

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that it is him. My mate. Alpha Roman.

Something about his dark and cold demeanor turns me on. But right now, I need some form of expression from him. I cannot afford to not please him; I have to, or else -

My thoughts are interrupted when he grabs my hair, forcing me to stand. A whimper escapes my lips as pain shoots through my head from how hard he is gripping my hair.

Thankfully, it does not last when he spins me around swiftly.

I almost dare to ask what he is doing, but my question is answered when he slams his entire length into me.

The sound that leaves my lips is in between a scream and a moan. The Alpha holds my hands behind my back with one hand while the other holds my waist firmly.

He pounds into me monstrously, and pleasure shoots through my body. I feel my knees grow weaker as his hard member goes deeper into me.

I felt some of his veins pulsate against my inner walls, and I knew he was going to cum long before he did.

He releases his load into me, filling me up to his satisfaction.

And then he lets go of me.

My body falls to the dirt floor carelessly. I did not care if my bare body was planted on the dirt with cum dripping out of my throbbing middle.

I was way too tired, too stuck on cloud nine, to move.

"Well, that was quite fun to watch,” I hear Saul remark. “So, what’s it going to be, guys?”

There is a moment of silence, and I want to believe that they are having some sort of eye contact between themselves.

“We are keeping her,” Roman says, and his words bring a smile to my lips.

But it disappears when I hear him walk away, and as he gets further and further away, I am filled with this feeling of hollowness.

“Tie her up and take her back to camp,” I hear Caelen say, and I hear them all walk away.

I suppose it is decided that I will not be sold to the slavers.

The council and Johnathan’s father won't find me.

I am safe now.

Dark dots taint my vision, and I feel myself slowly losing consciousness. I have never felt this tired before. I mean, do not get me wrong, I have had sex before, but not one this intense.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around my back and help me sit up. Something goes over my head, and I soon realize that someone is helping me put on my clothes—Marco, I presume.

“You are one lucky bitch. It’s such a shame; I really did want to have some fun with you.” I hear him say this as he binds my wrists with some ropes.

Well, luck to me.

That is the lost thought that comes to my head before I slowly succumb to the welcoming darkness.

***

Ow!

A groan leaves my lips when I receive a kick to my back. I open my eyes to find Marco standing above me with a disapproving scowl on his face.

“Get up. We are leaving,” he says gruffly.

Even with the ropes binding my hands, I manage to pull myself to my feet. I take in my surroundings to find men in uniforms, just like Marco, packing up the tents and rounding up their items.

My eyes search the sea of men for something. Or should I say some Alphas?

But, to my disappointment, I do not find any of them.

Marco leads me to a convoy of SUVs. He helps me into one, and soon, we are driving off to God only knows where.

If I were to guess, I would say that it took about thirty minutes before the SUV finally pulled up at a pair of large golden gates. My mouth falls open as they part to reveal one of the most luxurious palaces I have ever seen.

“Please, do not drool on the seats,” Marco remarks, his eyes meeting mine through the rear-view mirror.

I slam my mouth shut.

He drives into the lavish compound, parking right before the grand steps leading to the palace entrance. Marcos hops out and helps me out of the SUV.

We make our way up the grand steps, and I start to wonder if maybe living here won't be that bad.

But as we make our way into the lavish building, I feel the eyes of hundreds on me. We pass by a few guards, and they do not even bother to hide the hunger in their eyes as they rake up and down my body.

"Well, what do we have here?”

“I would love to taste her.”

“She looks like a screamer; I can't wait to find out.”

Good Lord, where the hell have I just walked into?