Triple Temptations Mated to the Hot Triad Kings

PROLOGUE

"We shouldn't be doing this. Surely, this is a mistake!" Once more, to no avail, Astrid tried to wriggle free of his hold.

He traces his fingers along Astrid's soggy underwear, and she squeaks a tiny pant. He questions, his lips curving into a conceited smile, "You claim not to want this, then, why are you so wet?"

"I—" Astrid bites her lip, unable to find the words to articulate her conflicting emotions.

"I warned you that defying me only increases my desire for you!" He firmly grasps Astrid's drenched cunt, sheathed by the delicate fabric of her lace underwear, and thus eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

"Gosh, you are soaking wet, Mate!" He grips Astrid's engorged vagina once more, enkindling a tsunami-like wave of energy up her spine.

"God! Please stop!" Astrid jerks her head backwards, moaning at his repeated grasping of her pussy. She was excessively sexed up, and she loathed herself for it.

How could she possibly resist his advances when he was tantalizingly groping her sex-hungry pussy so expertly? God, she wanted him so much!

She abhorred herself for being so enamored by him and for having such intense lust for him. Despite her repeated denials, her pussy still ached to be filled by his cock.

"I need you inside of me!" She cries out, fed up with repressing her desires for him.

He teases her throbbing core with his slow, methodical strokes as he rubs the tip of his manhood along her drippy entrance before ultimately diving deep into her warm embrace.

CHAPTER 1

~~May 19, 1946~~

On a picnic blanket sat two striking men, Blaze Neptune Hunter and Dexter Aquilo Gunner.

Blaze gazes at the sky, admiring the blue and fluffy clouds, sunbeams piercing through the canopies of trees as the cool morning breeze caused the trees to sway luxuriantly.

Blaze's eyes emitted a profound, natural radiance that sparkled within. His irises possessed a truly golden glimmer, radiating with such brilliance that it illuminated his entire countenance and penetrated to the depths of his soul.

With straight and thick eyebrows that were impeccably maintained, his square-shaped face emphasized his angular features. His chiseled and prominent jawline was perfected to sculptural precision.

With a refined and symmetrical structure, his nose exuded elegance and length. His lips, shaped like a heart and tinted with a vibrant ruby pink, were undeniably captivating. However, despite his striking appearance, his smile was as cold as the icy winter rain.

Blaze's golden Ivory skin dazzled in the morning light and his raven hair was tousled by the flurry of wind, adding to his masculine and provocative aura.

He sported light stubble on his chin, further enhancing his rugged charm. He was truly a masterpiece, as if the creator had meticulously crafted him to perfection.

"Finally, some breathing space!" Dexter collapses on the picnic mat, puffing out a loud breath.

Dexter narrows his eyes and glances at Blaze, who was fully engrossed in marveling at the breathtaking morning sky. Dexter's crimson eyes, reminiscent of the blooming maple tree flowers, brimmed with affection for his friend.

He furrows his precisely groomed eyebrows in an attempt to unravel the mystery of Blazes thoughts. Blaze's demeanor was typically apathetic and aloof, making it challenging to decipher his innermost musings.

Dexter possessed a rectangular face that accentuated his sharp, distinguishing characteristics. His chiseled jawline was well-defined, while his nose was elongated and sloped downward with a noticeable curve to the prominent bridge.

His complexion resembled the pureness and paleness of snow, his slender lips were as crimson as blood, and his hair was akin to the frost on a field. However, what stood out the most was his beaming smile, which dazzled like the sun on a warm summer day.

Dexter wines while stretching his aching bones, "We ought to do this more often. Being a king is no easy feat! It's just been a year, and I already feel like I'm on my deathbed!"

Blaze teases with a slight grin, "You grumble too much for a vampire!"

Dexter howls like a rabid animal, his already pallid skin turning even more ashen. His flaming crimson eyes grew darker until his irises turned obsidian, and ebony veins that slither across his skin protruded.

Blaze expresses astonishment, "You are experiencing blood deprivation. But you only fed from me yesterday!"

"Recall the unpleasant interruption by those rogues during my feeding session!"

"Fine. I do need to get all this excess blood from my system." Blaze extends his ankle, signaling for him to drink his blood.

"That's why we are best of friends!" Dexter gushes out. He projects his fangs, impaling Blaze's flesh with them as he began milking out his blood.

Approximately five minutes later, Dexter withdraws his fangs, having completed his drink from Blaze. With a languid lick, he cleans the bloody remnant from his lips, and his eyes underwent a metamorphosis, returning to their original hue. As the wound on his ankle slowly began to mend, Blaze emits a faint, pained groan.

"Does it hurt that much?" Dexter asks with a hint of anguish in his gaze.

"I'm accustomed to the pain, so there's no need to fret," Blaze assures with a forced grin.

Both males discerned the sound of grunts, wails and dead bodies thudding to the dry earth. Despite the distance of the disturbance, their superhuman auditory abilities picked it up.

"Let's go check it out!"

In a matter of seconds, they arrived at the sight of the pandemonium or more akin to a slaughter. They sought refuge behind a copse situated at a distance from the scene.

Blaze examined the spectacle before him. Around thirty men were engaged in a fierce battle against a lone opponent. The solitary fighter appeared weary, and it seemed like only a matter of time before he succumbs to unconsciousness.

His body was drenched in both his blood and that of his fallen foes, and he displayed numerous claw marks from the intense battle. Despite the visible injuries, he persisted in the fight, ignoring the physical agony.

Perched atop a colossal toppled timber, Cade Decker, second in line to the majestic Dragon's realm, gazes upon the unfolding scene, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling within him. Before him stood his half-brother and rightful heir to the throne, Phoenix Bronte Decker, an impending execution casting its shadow over him.

In due course, Phoenix was subdued and compelled to kneel before Cade. The latter strode towards his sibling, amused by his pitiful appearance.

"Perhaps we could lend him a hand!" Dexter suggests under his breath.