Trapped With The Lycan Triplets

4.|| The Stray is our mate?

Dylan’s POV

I honestly can’t believe that she would agree to a condition like being our plaything but that’s the least of my problems right now, I need to find a way to make her leave.

“Alright then,” I scowled, my eyes sizing her up and down. Something about her just seems off and not only that. To me, she’s unfit to be a maid, a crimson maid at that.

“Emma will lead you to your room and you can begin your service as soon as possible.” I finished with a smirk. I have a plan and that is to make her stay here very unbearable for her.

Handing over her files to Emma, I ordered her to show Camilla to the servants quarters as that was where I wanted her suffering to begin from.

“T… thank you.” She swallowed, her scent was so strong and it excited me, it made me want to devour her right there and then but I held myself back.

What is this excitement? My Lycan has never been this excited and a female’s scent has never been so appealing to me before.

Shrugging her off, I turned to leave because I had tons of paperworks to deal with and that was when I bumped into her.

She was still behind me, making me walk right into her the minute I turned to leave, “can you just get out of your head and walk faster!” I yelled.

My heartbeat was pacing and I was livid but her just standing there was doing something to me, “I’m sorry.” She apologized, her lips quivering in fear that she tried to bite down but I could smell.

I could hear her heart beating really fast and when I lifted my gaze to meet her, she immediately looked away. She’s scared of me and that is exactly what I want but why do I still feel the need to make her not so scared of me?

Why do I feel the need to hold her hand and pull her close to me, her face buried in my chest as I take in her delicious scent, she smells of both lavender and vanilla which makes my c**k get harder the more I think about it.

“If you’re going to be this clumsy then I might as well fire you before you even start!” I added and her eyes lit up.

She wanted it, she wanted me to fire her but I’m not going to give in to whatever she wants so easily. I need to find out why my Lycan just seems to be uneasily excited whenever she is around.

“You had better get out of here or I’ll rip your throat out,” I threatened, my heart beating so fast that I could feel it about to jump out of my chest, “with my teeth.” I finished through gritted teeth, clenching my fist and brushing past her as I made my way to the study.

Not only do I see her unfit to be a maid because of how incredibly clumsy she has been since the incident on the plane but I also hated the pull I felt toward her.

I hate how every part of me goes out of control just at the sight of her or at the whiff of her smell. Sighing, I sat on my desk and decided to work. I have a really long day ahead of me tomorrow and not only do I have to face the Lycan King, I also have a big conference to hold with my workers.

I’ve been sitting at this desk for two hours trying as hard as I can to work but my focus seemed to be somewhere else.

Her face keeps popping up in my head, her full hair that I imagined twirling between my fingers, her brown eyes looking down at me as my tongue explored her body.

I want her, I want to feel my body up against hers, I also really want to bury my face in the nape of her neck and f**k her so hard that she doesn’t only say but scream out my name!

What the hell is wrong with me?!

Shaking my head, I tried to snap the thoughts of Camilla out of my head but I couldn’t do it. The thought of her already made my d**k hard, making it difficult to concentrate on my work.

Shutting down all of my emotions, I started sorting out my documents and I had no idea how long I’ve been working for until the door to the study opened and Devin’s voice followed.

“Hey bro.” He called, leaning against the door frame as I lifted my gaze to meet him, he looked amused like he was happy.

I know that look and I haven’t seen it on Devin’s face for a really long time. Smiling, I decided to give my brother my undivided attention to find out why he seemed so excited.

“Devin, you look,” I started, sizing him up with my eyes, “sort of excited. What’s the good news?” I asked, raising one of my eyebrows as my eyes searched my brother’s eyes for answers.

“I’m not excited,” he laughed and I raised my eyebrow higher because he just lied, “I am excited and quite frankly, I have no idea why.” He added with a sigh as he made his way towards me.

Pulling out the chair in front of him, Devin sat and he didn’t only look amused now, he looked confused and the way his eyes peered into mine felt as though they were searching for answers but I averted my gaze to continue working.

“What do you think of our little maid, Camilla?” He asked, the question was so sudden that the pen I had flew right out of my hand as I lifted my gaze to meet him.

Devin is the last one that I really think will care what I think.

“Why?” I asked, my gaze challenging him but he didn’t say a thing, “if you want to know what I think then here it goes; I think we should fire her because not only did she ruin my expensive shirt with her drool but she’s incredibly clumsy and totally unfit to be a crimson maid.” I finished.

I had eventually managed to push the thought of Camilla to the deepest, darkest part of my head but Devin had to come in here and ask me what I think about her thereby pulling the thought of her back up.

“So you want her out?” He asked and I nodded but he shook his head in disagreement, “I actually think we need her and since she has agreed to warm our beds at night or anytime we want, I think it’s a pretty good exchange.” He finished and I nodded again.

“Okay, Devin, can you please leave now? I have to work.” I forced a smile and Devin nodded as he stood to leave.

“One more thing,” he started, stopping by the door, “I’m not the only one that feels the connection to our little bed warmer now, am I?” He asked.

Shocked by his question, I involuntarily shrugged as I got lost in my own thoughts. There is no way that Devin could also feel the connection. If Devin could feel the same connection I felt towards Camilla it could only mean one thing.

That Devin and I share the same mate!

Being the oldest of the triplets and the most powerful, I had always thought that I am more capable of ruling the pack as the next Lycan king but my father, the ruling king, decides to throw the position out to whoever finds their mate first.

“Whoever is mated first between you three will get to be the Lycan King after me.” His words still echoed in my head.

The fact that Devin could feel the same way I felt towards Camilla still doesn’t seem convincing enough for me to just jump into the conclusion that Camilla could be our mate.

“You know, brother,” Devin started after a while of silence between us, “She’s a stray and there’s no way I’ll accept someone like her to be my mate. She’s weak, we don’t accept weak wolves, right?” He added.

Devin is right, if Camilla happens to be my mate then the next thing I have to do is reject her and hope that the moon goddess sends me a second chance mate but I’ve also waited 25 years of my life for this to just throw it away.

I also need Camilla, I need to tell my father that I’ve found my mate before Devin does because that is the only way that I can lead Crimson pack as the king.

“But we can’t deny the fact that she really is ‘bed material’, she is gorgeous and has such a body that makes my d**k want to explore her.” Devin said and something about the way he praised Camilla’s body made my chest hurt.

My breathing paced again and I could tell what I was feeling, it was the same feeling that I’ve tried so hard to keep locked up for years and for all those years I have never felt it.

Jealousy.

“I just can’t wait to have her, I can’t wait to hear her moan my name. I honestly cannot wait to hear the breathy moans that will escape that luscious red lips of hers when I’m fucki…”

“Okay! Stop!” I growled, my jealousy getting too hard to contain, “I’m trying to work and now is not the best time to talk about what you intend to do to our slut.” I added, concealing my jealousy under a fake smile as I spoke.

My gaze was fixed on Devin as I urged him to leave me alone but he wouldn’t budge, it was almost as though he was waiting for me to admit to feeling the same way.

I could already feel myself shifting and him being around, talking about Camilla like that definitely makes me want to kill him and I have no idea why.

I could feel my jealousy spreading through me as a vortex of anger swirled inside me but I tried to keep it at bay as I thought of the perfect lie to tell my brother.

It can’t be! It really can’t be what I’m thinking!

We’ve all waited years for our respective mates so there is no way in hell that my brother and I would share a mate.

At least that’s what I thought until Devin came in here to ask me the same question that I’ve been asking myself about the pull I felt towards Camilla.

“Brothers,” Damien’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts, “can you please tell me if I’m the only one that feels this connection to our maid?” He asked, making me snap my head up as Devin and I stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?!” Devin and I asked in unison.