The sound of cutlery echoed through the room as Lucien elegantly sliced into his steak. He brought a piece to his mouth and savored it with practiced grace, utterly unbothered by the Twinster perched on the edge of his bed, staring at him as he ate.
Normally, anyone watching might assume the two men were drooling over the juicy steak on his plate.
But no, Adrian and Silas were watching him like he was the main course.
Lucien, however, was far too hungry to care. At least they were finally quiet. Adrian's chatter earlier had been relentless, pounding at his head like a drum.
He closed his eyes briefly, letting the tender meat melt on his tongue. The garlic butter had soaked perfectly into the steak, making it fragrant, rich, and sinfully delicious.
"Hm… as expected, Edmund has good taste in food," he murmured.
Adrian barked out a laugh. "Our Young Master rarely tastes his food. Everything's the same to him."
"Oh?" Lucien raised a brow, reaching for his water.
He took a sip, clearing the flavor of steak from his palate before reaching for a crisp asparagus spear, perfectly salted and sautéed.
"You seem to know him quite well."
Silas shrugged casually. "We rarely leave his side. He can get… paranoid sometimes."
Lucien couldn't help but laugh. "Him? Paranoid? That guy?"
Adrian tilted his head, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Of course, he'd never admit it. But he's too careful, especially with you. That's why we're here." His grin widened, sharp and teasing.
Lucien smirked right back. "So what now, you're my bodyguards, or my bed warmers?"
After all, this White Mansion was on a private island layered with security. Even the surrounding waters were patrolled. No one could slip in or out unnoticed.
The twins exchanged a quick glance before both burst out laughing.
"We don't mind making your bed warmer," Silas replied, his voice smooth as silk. He reached forward, cupping Lucien's jaw and tilting it upward with a firm hand.
Adrian slipped behind Lucien, wrapping his arms around him and whispering hotly against his ear, "I can't believe you turned into a whore in just one day. Is the Young Master's cock that good?"
His tongue traced Lucien's neck, making the omega shiver. Their gazes were predatory now, locking onto him like he was prey waiting to be devoured and he enjoyed every second of it.
Lucien shifted, raising one leg and pressing his foot against Silas's crotch, deliberately rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants. A wicked smirk curved his lips.
"Maybe I've been one from the start," he purred. "Either way, it's more likely you're my whores than the other way around. Don't you agree?"
His taunt made them laugh again, this time lower, heavier. Their pheromones spiked in the air, thick and intoxicating, suffocating in the best way. The Serpent could feel their arousal swirling around him, his teasing only stoking the fire higher.
Silas caught Lucien's leg in his hand and leaned down, dragging his tongue slowly along the omega's fingers. His voice dropped to a sultry murmur.
"Sure," he said, eyes gleaming. "Let's see how long our new master can handle my tongue."
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The food and table were already scattered across the floor as Silas licked along the omega's hard cock, coaxing out a helpless whimper with every slow swirl of his tongue around the tip, his most sensitive spot.
The shaft was slick and glistening with the alpha's saliva as he traced it up and down, pausing at the base to nuzzle into the soft patch of blonde curls, making Lucien shiver.
"I can't believe you're already dripping like this," Silas murmured, voice low and rough.
He licked the corner of his lip as his hand slid down to Lucien's ass. The moment his fingers brushed the twitching rim, more slick trickled out.
"It's sucking my fingers in," he teased, circling the entrance slowly, making the needy hole quiver as if begging to be filled.
"Damn. I envy you, switch with me already!" Adrian groused, frowning.
He was behind Lucien, holding his body to be able to sit. His hand was busy tormenting his nipple, pinching and tugging until the omega's back arched.
"Ahhh… shut up! J-just put it in already! This is torture!" Lucien gasped.
They'd been toying with his nipples and cock for the past fifteen minutes, keeping him right on the edge but never letting him fall over.
It wasn't enough anymore, he needed to be stretched and filled, desperately.
But Silas only shook his head. That gentle smile stayed on his face, though to Lucien, it suddenly looked wicked.
"Our Young Master doesn't let anyone fuck you unless he's watching."
Lucien's eyes widened. "What the hell? Is he insane? What do you mean by 'watching'?"
To him, it sounded like they were messing with him just to rile him up. Edmund was possessive to his core, he couldn't imagine the man sitting back and letting others touch him. Not even his most trusted men.
Still, he suspected they were able to do this because some sort of arrangement existed between them, just like the Leopard had with Diablo.
"Lucien," Adrian drawled, leaning closer, "there are two kinds of men. The ones who hide their lover from the world… and the ones who love to dress them and show them off."
His hand wrapped around Lucien's shaft, giving it a lazy stroke that pulled another moan from the omega's throat.
"Guess which type our Young Master is," he continued with a smirk.
"He loves putting you on display, like some rare jewel in a glass case."
"But of course," Silas added smoothly, "no one can lay a finger on you without his say-so. It's his way of marking you as his one and only."
Then, without warning, he pushed three fingers inside. Lucien gasped, clinging to Adrian's arms as Silas stretched him open skillfully.
"Ahhh… hahh, yes, right there. Press that spot again," Lucien moaned, his voice breaking into breathy whimpers.
Whatever the Twinster had said earlier vanished from his mind. All he could focus on were those long fingers thrusting deep into him, hitting every nerve, and Adrian's hand stroking his cock with a teasing rhythm that drove him insane.
He was close as his body tensed and the butterfly fluttered widely in his stomach. His cock leaked precum steadily, his hole wet and eager.
The alphas' faces were flushed with impatience and hunger as they watched him writhe.
"Fuck… hnnggg! I'm gonna cum!"
Lucien came hard, spurting across his stomach as his hole clenched around Silas's fingers. His pheromones flooded the room in thick waves, making the Twinster's control snap, they tore off their clothes, ready to devour him whole.
And then the door swung open.
"Ah, of course. You lot can't even keep your pants on for five minutes."
Edmund stood there in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes narrowed like a Leopard catching intruders in his den.