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Dahlia.

“Is this what you want?” I hear him growl before a large hand came down my ass cheek, causing me to gasp. My eyes went wide.

He spanked me. He literally just spanked me.

A low chuckle sounded in front of me. I look up and mutter a curse under my breath.

He smirked. “You naughty little virgin,” he said, coming forward to capture my nipples in his mouth. He began to suck.

“You’re fucking wet…” The man behind me growled into my ear while playing with my pussy.

I sigh the moment he slipped a finger inside my soaking wet cunt, while the other sucked and licked my nipples.

“We will punish you for what you did, Dahlia.” Suddenly, the strokes went faster and deeper, and I let out a whimper. His words played in my head.

What did I do?

I have no idea. But what I do know is that I want to be punished by them.

“Yes, please.” I nod, wiggling my ass up against his hardness.

He huffs and leans back, perhaps to unbuckle his belt. A shiver of excitement crawled to that one part of my body I have always been afraid to explore. I close my eyes, feeling ready. Ready for those huge weapons to take my virginity, once and for all.

With my eyes still closed, I waited to hear the jiggling of his belt. But instead, I heard… banging.

My brow creased. Thud. Thud. Thud!

Is that the sound of…

“Dahlia! Dahlia!” Mom?

My eyes flew open and I hissed out a curse. That final thud sent me jolting forward in my bed.

“I hear you.”

Shit.

“I’m up, I’m up!” I surrender, holding my hands up when I remember the door is locked. I made sure to hide their spare keys in case. She can’t see me.

I drop my hands and move in my bed when I notice something wet pooling between my legs. My eyes went wide, throwing off the blanket from me.

Oh, god.

I mean… I know it was all a dream. I wish it wasn’t. But, right now, I am soaking wet in my panties.

“Breakfast is ready. You better be in decent clothes when you come down, Dahlia.”

I groan and say nothing.

“Hurry up, your brother will be late for school.” She clicks her tongue. I could almost see disapproval in her eyes through that door.

I roll my eyes. Of course. My brother is going to be late for school. Did she forget I go to the same school as Atlas? Good lord.

Atlas is my older brother and the future alpha of my father’s pack. He’s two, almost three years older than me. Consider it my luck or pure intelligence, but I managed to skip two years ahead of my class and go straight to senior year in high school. I excel tremendously. It was what made my professors deem me unfit for junior year considering my over-the-top achievements.

My mom, however, thought otherwise. But I refuse to let it get to me. Or the fact that she seems to favor my brother over me, for so many reasons.

To avoid falling into depression, I had since started filling my thoughts with other… things.

I get up and go straight to shower. Afterward, I waltz into my closet to retrieve a simple blouse, loose jeans, and a cute, knitted jacket to top it all, favoring my white shoes.

My eyes found my reflection in the mirror. I was a replica and female version of my father who passed away years before.

Sighing, I finished doing light makeup and sauntered down the stairs.

The smell of pancakes and hot caramel greeted me. And it was decided. The plan was to race towards the kitchen and chew on as many pancakes as I could when something in the corner by the door caught my eye. No, not something. Someone. My eyes widened like soccer balls to see there were not only one but two sexy, yummy-looking men staring right at me.

Hades… and Valerian.

I swallowed.

Yes, the same men who delighted my dreams with raw, erotic fantasies and extremely hot scenes.

Why are they here?

I was just dreaming about them, and now, they are right in front of me.

“Dahlia, you’re up. Hades and Val are taking us. Come on,” Atlas, my dear brother, extended his hand to me, and I took it.

I could feel their eyes on me at this second. The wetness between my legs slowly oozing back. Great. Now all I could think of was them, and my stupid dream before Mom interrupted me at the good part.

“Dahlia, are you ok? Your face is red,” Atlas lowered his head to look at me.

I bite my lip, and for some reason, my eyes go to Hades and Valerian. Their eyes narrowed at me. That’s it.

I’m totally screwed.