Sacrificed To The Triplet Alpha Kings

Her breathing became shallow and rapid. Her nipples hardened painfully against her uniform, pressing against the thin fabric in a way that was completely unmistakable. Heat flooded between her legs with such intensity that she felt immediately dizzy.

She was mortified. Completely and utterly mortified by her own body’s response.

But she couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t control it. Couldn’t do anything except stand there and experience the full physical manifestation of her attraction to him.

Nicholas didn’t seem surprised by her presence, didn’t seem concerned that she was staring at his half-naked body like she’d never seen a man before. He moved with the casual confidence of someone completely comfortable with his own power, completely aware of the effect he was having.

”I need your help with something,” he said, his voice smooth and unhurried, as if he wasn’t standing there in nothing but a towel. ”I need to choose what to wear for the Summit events today. Help me sort through my clothes.”

It took Lilith a moment to process the words. When she did, she moved on legs that felt like they might give out at any moment.

The wardrobe was positioned along one wall, a massive structure containing dozens of expensive shirts, trousers, and jackets. Lilith opened it and began pulling out options, trying to focus on the task rather than on the fact that he was still standing there, still mostly naked, still radiating an intensity that made the air feel charged.

She selected several shirts...all expensive, all perfectly tailored, and a few pairs of trousers. She laid them out on the bed, her movements stiff and mechanical.

Then she turned to walk back to him with the first outfit option.

And stopped dead.

He was standing directly behind her.