Content Warning: Please be aware that this chapter includes themes of sensuality, sexual intimacy, and power dynamics. If you are uncomfortable with such content, we recommend skipping this chapter.
Kian's POV
The room was grand—nothing like my small, dark space back home. It radiated warmth and a golden glow, a sharp contrast to the cold isolation I grew up in. Standing before the full-length mirror, I stared at my reflection, a sinking feeling settling in my chest. For a moment, I saw only the face of the boy I used to be. Then, like a flash of lightning, the memory of my mother's death jolted through me, and the sharp sting of my stepmother's slap followed immediately after.
"Please your husbands," she had instructed, her voice cold and commanding.
I had asked, confused and terrified, "Husbands?"
Her answer had been a blow to my innocence. She told me I wasn't to marry one man, but four—four alpha husbands, each with their desires and intentions. And they would do with me as they pleased.
Now, I found myself sitting at the center of an exquisitely carved four-poster bed. An imposing structure that could easily accommodate ten people like me, draped in expensive silks and velvet. The deep-red bedding was plush, and luxurious, and felt almost out of place in this cold, regal room, a striking contrast to the pale, cool tones that dominated the space.
Tonight was not what I had imagined.
It should have been a night of celebration, a night full of joy and anticipation. But instead, all I felt was fear. Thick. Suffocating. Fear seemed to tighten around my chest with every passing second. Because tonight, I wasn't just a mate.
I was their mate.
The sound of the door creaking open pulled me from my thoughts. My breath caught in my throat as the alphas entered the room.
Kian's POV End
Alex was the first to enter. His tall, muscular form filled the doorway. His dark eyes met Kian's and he immediately felt something primal while he was starting to bow his head, he saw the huge bulge in front of Alex's pants, which made his body flush hot and afraid. It was the first time in Kian's life he saw a cock of other person that too 13.9 inches long and as thick as his arm.
"You're exquisite," Alex murmured, his voice rich, like honey and velvet. "But you're hiding behind your clothes. Come out of the clothes, Kian."
His words were soft and soothing, but there was an unmistakable command in them. With slow, deliberate movements, Alex reached for Kian's collar and unbuttoned his shirt then his pants, and the last remaining of his clothes, revealing the smooth white skin beneath.
Behind Alex, Mark stepped into the room. His golden eyes, intense and magnetic, met Kian's gaze. There was a quiet strength in Mark's every movement. A self-assuredness that made Kian's breath catch. The man was a master of control, but Kian could see the tension in him. The way his jaw clenched when he looked at Kian, as though fighting the urge to claim him on the spot. Mark has the thickest cock of all with 12.4 inches in length which was evident in his pants, begging to come out and claim Kian.
"You're perfect," Mark said softly, his voice leaving a mark on Kian's skin. "But perfect isn't enough. You will obey us. Please us, whenever and however we want."
Mark moved closer, his fingers brushing Kian's neck, sending a shiver through him.
Dylan was the next to enter. His movements were graceful. He didn't need to hurry; he never did. He moved closer, his fingertips lightly brushing Kian's arm, making the younger man shiver. Dylan cupped Kian's chin, lifting his face to meet his eyes. But Kian was suddenly daunted as he saw the thicker, longer, and more massive bulge of 14.7 inches in Dylan's pants with two orb-shaped big balls hanging behind the length.
"You're trembling," Dylan whispered against Kian's ear, his voice a teasing caress that sent a ripple of heat through Kian's body. "We're going to change that, Kian. You'll never feel like this again. Not without us."
Dylan's breath was a whisper of warmth against his skin, and the words were an eternal promise, a slow, dark promise that left Kian's heart pounding in his chest.
Finally, Kian's gaze landed on Lucas. He was the youngest of them all. He was desperate to claim Kian day and night and to fill him up with his seed and paint his face with it but he was also shy, as this was also his first relation. Lucas's eyes burned with a primal instinct that sent a jolt of excitement directly to Kian's core. He was the one Kian couldn't look away from, the one who made his pulse quicken every time Kian glanced at him.
Lucas's voice was rough, almost hungry as he leaned in close, his lips brushing Kian's ear. "You're not going to be able to stop thinking about this night, Kian," he growled. "Not when we're done with you. You'll beg for more and suck all of us off daily at least once."
The words sent a surge of heat straight to Kian's belly, a throb that made his knees tremble. His pulse was erratic, his breath shallow, and before he knew it, Lucas's hands were on him—firm, possessive.
"Don't fight it," Lucas whispered, his lips pressing a soft, but urgent kiss to Kian's neck. He took Kian's hand, and made him touch his length which was almost 13.5 inches, and whispered "You are going to take it down your throat and up to your belly sweetheart. You'll take all of us today, for twice at least."
"Together?, that's eight times in total," Kian said.
Mark teased "A minimum of 8 times our obedient wifey".
Dylan gave Kian a blue glass bottle and told him to drink the tonic of it. Without arguing, Kian drank it all in one big gulp.
"Follow me, Kian," Alex said, his voice firm yet calm. "We have more important things to do."
He turned and began moving toward the lavish bathroom, and Kian, his breath catching in his throat, Kian hesitated for a moment before following as he was naked and vulnerable, his alpha husbands were gazing at him with primal instinct, lust, and massive bulges and lengths that were ready to claim their mate for forever. The space he entered was opposite of the dark, cramped room he had come from. The bathroom was four times bigger. There was a massive bathtub in the center to fit all of them.
The air was thick with a scent of fresh linen and exotic floral notes from the high-end products lining every shelf.
The counters were neatly arranged with bottles of silken oils, luxurious soaps, and shimmering crystals, their soft light reflecting off the glass. A few delicate silk towels were folded carefully on the counters. But it wasn't just the cosmetics that caught Kian's eye. It was the items arranged on the far side of the room, each more daunting than the last.
There were bottles of translucent oils each one of a different color beside them were delicately carved wooden combs and brushes.
Next, there were silver chains with intricate designs—links that shimmered like liquid metal. Kian couldn't tell their purpose, but the sight of them filled him with unease.
Further along the counter, Kian saw several small, ornate boxes, each engraved with symbols he didn't recognize. They were filled with herbs and dried flowers—lavender, rose petals, and something darker, a crushed black powder that sent a cold shiver down his spine. Nearby, a ceremonial dagger lay nestled on a velvet cloth, its blade gleaming under the soft light. The weapon looked beautiful and menacing, its purpose as clear as it was unsettling.
A set of gold cuffs with chains also lay on the countertop, their weighty presence suggesting something far more intimate. Kian felt a wave of nausea wash over him as his eyes flicked from one item to the next. It was all so foreign, so deliberate. These weren't ordinary objects; they were tools for something far more ritualistic, more profound. His heart hammered in his chest, each beat pounding louder in his ears as he realized the significance of what lay before him.
He was drawn out of his thoughts as he heard Alex calling him out " Kian, come here and undress me"
Kian was intimidated and froze at his place, Alex commanded firmly again "Kian, start undressing me or you will bear the consequences for the next two weeks"
Kian's eyes filled with tears and his legs started moving involuntarily toward Alex to undress him. Kian was naked and his cock got half erect from Alex's pheromones and began to leak slick.
Kian reached to undress Alex but was stopped when Alex cupped his chin, lifted his face to meet his gaze, licked his tears away, and said "Don't cry, Kian Undress me. It was a reminder to start the consummation on time, not a threat."
"How can I take all of you together? I have never been taught these rituals. I don't know what to do" Kian said.
Alex replied "You don't need to do anything, We will teach you. You will take us all today, together. We will claim you and so will you."
Now, Unbutton my shirt, pants, and boxers, Undress me fully like you are........