After a long grueling day, that began way too early and involved too much time spent on taking care of the needs of others, being the butt of their jokes, and brutality. I finally had a moment to focus on myself.
I finished my school work, jumped in the shower, and was about to sit down and dry my hair before going to bed when I heard the door to my bedroom click open.
Fear filled me in an instant because I knew who the only people who would enter my room were and anytime they did so, things usually didn’t end well.
Only six people lived in this suite, and two of them were my mother and stepfather, both of which had never been in this room. Excluding myself, the only three other people were that of my triplet stepbrothers, Law, Logan, and Lucas.
While my room was small, it was comfortable and I had a private bathroom attached to it. It had a small tub and shower, toilet, and closet big enough to hold clothes and towels, but not to hide in and held no other way to out.
There was a small vanity with a mirror and bench, and usually, I dressed the moment I got out of the shower, but today I had stayed wrapped in my towel thinking that I was alone.
Stupid fool, I thought to myself as I heard footsteps coming closer. I couldn’t hear if they were all coming since my heart was racing so fast and loud that its beating was all I could hear in my ears.
As I sat there waiting for the inevitable, their scents began to fill my bathroom. Orange, peach, jasmine, pepper, leather, and musk began to swim through my nostrils. I looked around the vanity to see if there was anything I could use to protect myself.
It was a useless idea, because there was little that would stop the triplets. And as if my thoughts had finally summoned them forth, I looked up to see Logan open the bathroom door wide.
A gust of cool air hit me, and I couldn’t hide the shiver that ran over my exposed arms. I was sitting wrapped in a large white bath towel, and had just let my wet tresses fall out of the towel they had been wrapped in.
“Well, well,” Logan let out as he made his way into the bathroom and held the door open for Lucas and Law to follow him in.
“It seems that our little sister was expecting us tonight.” The moment Law had walked in, he shut the door, and all I could do was watch as he reached out and turned the small lock.
“Oh,” Logan let out again as he inhaled deeply. “I love the smell of vanilla. It’s so, delicious,” he said winking at me as he moved to come stand behind me.
Law, with his hulking body and close cropped black hair, had come in and walked to the furthest side of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub I had just gotten out of.
I couldn’t see him or Lucas from where I sat in front of the mirror, but I had heard him move behind Logan and knew he was in here somewhere.
It was Logan who had my full attention. Placing his hands on my shoulders, I watched his hazel eyes watching me in the mirror. His large tan hands were warm, and even though I dreaded his touch, I couldn’t deny the way his thumbs felt moving circles over my skin.
Trying to keep my breathing steady, I knew better than to move or say anything unless asked to do so. Silky auburn hair fell over his forehead and curled softly around his ears, but those eyes stared right at me.
Logan took his time moving his hands over my shoulders and down my arms, until he began to move them up my neck and forward to my chest.
Closing my eyes wouldn’t make this any easier, and sometimes makes them angry, so even though I was afraid, I kept them open, and watched.
Logan let his fingers begin to wonder closer to the towel and when the first one dipped under it and rubbed over the top of my breast, I couldn’t stop the sudden inhale from escaping.
“Do you like that little sister?’ Do my hands on you bring you pleasure? If I would have known, I would have done this for you more often.”
I heard a soft growl come from somewhere to my left, but I didn’t turn to see who it was, nor did I need to because, Lucas suddenly appeared beside Logan in the mirror.
He was an inch or so shorter than Logan, but where his short curly hair was similar to Law’s, his eyes were a literal copy paste of Logans.
Lucas held my small container of lotion in one hand as he watched Logan’s hands continue to trail over my chest and letting a finger or two slip under the towel.
A wet, cool, liquid was suddenly applied on my back, and I knew that it was Lucas. He must have put my lotion on his hand. It slid smoothly across my skin and the shock of coolness against my heated skin made goosebumps appear.
“I wonder if she likes my hands as well,” Lucas asked as he placed the container on the vanity and I felt his thin callused hand run down my shoulders and slide under the towel and pull it wide.
My towel had pooled around my hips. Breasts fully exposed, I saw the flash of darkness in both of their eyes as they watched my n*pples harden.
“It seems she does brother. Since we are nothing but kind and generous, I think we can give her a bit more.”
Lucas had gotten more lotion and was rubbing my back, down my spine, and along my hips. Logan, seemed to like his idea, and tipped his hands on the lotion before placing them each on my breast.
A moan escaped my mouth and somehow set off a chain of reactions. Lucas somehow pulled my stool out and was kneeling behind me. He had pulled the towel completely off and I was now sitting, completely naked, facing the wall where Law sat.
Logan was kneeling in front of me and I had my legs closed and used my arms to try to cover myself.
“Oh Mayson,” Logan cooed as he placed one hand on each knee, “don’t be shy. It’s nothing we haven’t already seen before.”
He was right, but it didn’t make this any easier. I didn’t want to look at him, but when I looked over at Law, I saw that he had unzipped his pants and there was a massive bulge inside his black briefs.
Logan made use of my distraction and spread my thick legs fully apart before kneeling closer and settling himself between them.
He was almost flush to my soft abdomen and large chest and the heat of his body was both nauseating and enticing.
Lucas’s hands were rubbing over my a** and moving forward around the dips and curves between my hips and pelvis with such force I rocked on the stool. My hands shot out and one grabbed for the stool, but the other landed on Logan’s shoulder.
As if that had been some kind of permission, he reached forward and licked my n*pple. “I really do love vanilla,” he said before sucking the whole thing into his mouth.
Cries of panic and pleasure escaped me, and without realizing it, I had begun to rock my hips in tune to the swirls, sucks, and licks. Closing my eyes, tears began to run down my cheeks.
Unsure who’s hands or mouth was who’s, they roamed from my toes to my neck and every place in between, but they never kissed my mouth, or entered me anywhere else.
On the verge of finding release, I could feel the quickening low in my belly and my breathing was fast and loud. Just as I was about to explode, everything stopped and I felt myself being turned.
My eyes flew wide and I saw that Law and Lucas were by the door, but Logan was once again behind me. My skin was pink all over and looked as if I had been lathered in lotion and saliva.
Logan leaned forward and whispered softly, “our generosity only goes so far, sister,” as he tapped the top of my head and followed them out the door.
Quickly, I put on my pajamas, wrapped my hair in a towel, and curled up in my bed. I ached to find release, but refused to have it be from them.
And as the tears began to fall, I tried to replace images of Fynn and I being the ones who had done those things just now, but it wouldn’t help. It never has.
For the past five years I have lived in Silverclaw Pack with my mother and her second chance mate, Alpha Lorian, and his triplet sons Law, Logan, and Lucas Silverclaw who were a year older than me.
Unfortunately, even though my mom was the Luna, she had fallen ill not long after we arrived and has been sick in bed for years. And no one, not even my new family treated me as if I was anything better than an unwanted slave.
I’ve been going through things like this since my mother married Alpha Lorian. After he and his pack hand come and not only destroyed our entire pack, but they had killed my father, Alpha Tharian Blackthorn.
The abuse and harassment have always existed, but in the last year, it has evolved from slaps, punches, and kicks into things like what I just went through.
At first I thought that it was something I had done, or maybe didn’t do, but it actually stared right after the triplets turned eighteen and ended up not finding their destined mate.
It didn’t matter that I had once been heir of Blackthorn pack, that my mother was the new Luna, or that I was the stepdaughter of the alpha. No one treated me any better than the alpha’s family because they set the tone.
If anything, it just put a target on my back, and one that not only they constantly aimed for, but one that they encouraged others to use as well.
For a long time the only thing that kept me going was the fact that my mother was still alive and here with me even if she wasn’t able to help me, her existence made everything, well, bearable, but things had changed.
The fact that my birthday was coming up should have made me nervous since the triplets usually try to make those days that much more, memorable. But not this year.
This year I would finally be turning eighteen and I would finally be able to find my mate and leave this house of horrors.
Fynn was my boyfriend. Secret boyfriend, but mine none the less, and I pray every night that he and I will end up being mates.
With only a few more days left before my birthday, I forced myself to calm down. I’ve survived this long and while it was what they did behind closed doors that caused me the most suffering, I had something to look forward to.
