Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 172 - 170: Did Athena made you feel this good?
Triggering scene ahead... Skip if uncomfortable...
Oliver’s eyes snapped open.
Her lips hovered just beside his ear, her voice low and smooth. "Do you?"
His fists curled against the ropes, nails biting into his palms.
"You belong to me," she continued calmly, as if stating a simple fact. "You always have. And now?" A quiet laugh slipped from her lips. "Now you belong to me alone."
Oliver swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
"That’s why," Jianna went on, her hands pressing flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her palms, "I made something special for you. Something that would forcefully make you crave me."
His neck snapped to the side, eyes blazing as he tried to look at her. "Did you fucking put something in my food?"
Jianna laughed softly."Don’t be dramatic," she said sweetly. "I just... helped things along."
His breathing grew uneven. "You drugged me."
She tilted her head, studying his face with interest. "Such an ugly word. I prefer encouraged."
Oliver yanked uselessly against the ropes. "What did you give me?"
Jianna leaned down until they were eye level, her fingers lifting his chin despite his resistance. "Something that will make you want me," she whispered. "Something that will make you forget her."
His lip curled in disgust. "That will never happen."
She smiled wider. "It already is."
A wave of heat curled low in his stomach and his body betrayed him as he felt a slight twitched on his little brother. His eyes darkened immediately.
"There," she murmured happily. "You feel it, don’t you?"
"Fuck you," Oliver spat.
She laughed, straightening. "Oh, Oliver... I plan to."
He strained again, rage flashing in his eyes. "You think this will make me yours? Drugging me? Tying me up like this?"
She leaned in close once more, her lips brushing his ear enough to make his skin crawl.
"No," she said softly. "I think it will make you mine whether you want to be or not."
Oliver’s chest heaved, fury and dread tangling inside him. "In your dreams," he growled.
Jianna smiled serenely. "We’ll see."
Slowly Jianna stepped in front of him, standing between his legs. She bent low as she placed her hands on his thigh, her cleavage spilling in a way that could make a reasonable man lose his mind, not to mention someone already on a drug.
Oliver shifted helplessly, his body tense and uncomfortable. He shut his eyes and threw his head back, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, a clear sign he was barely holding on.
Jianna’s hand slid slowly up his inner thigh. "Don’t fight it, boy... Just say the word, and I’ll fall at your feet. FUCK ME, JIANNA."
Oliver’s breath hitched, ragged and uneven. He swallowed hard. "I won’t beg you... So get used to rejection."
Jianna rolled her eyes, a soft laugh in her voice. "Really? You think I drug you just to let you run your mouth? Like you have a choice... I drug you to fuck you silly."
Anger surged through Oliver, his jaw clenching tight, his vision blurred with pure rage. "I hate you... You disgust the shit out of me. I can’t stand the sight of you."
Jianna laughed again, tossing her head back. "Oh, baby... You won’t. You’ll be head over heels for me when I’m done with you."
Her lips brushed his neck as she whispered, and then she planted a soft, teasing kiss. Oliver held his breath. He wanted to resist, but the drug left him powerless.
Her hand moved to his inner thigh, then from his inner thigh to the bulge straining against his pants.
Oliver tensed, heat spreading uncontrollably through him. "You like that, huh?" she murmured, her lips trailing over his neck.
Despite himself, Oliver shut his eyes, his body betraying him. He was hard beyond repair, not to talk of her hand on him felt so good. Fuck he hated himself for that.
Jianna wrapped her hand around him through his pants, eliciting a groan he couldn’t hold back. She smiled, satisfied. "I love the sound of you moaning for me."
Oliver couldn’t even reply. He was too lost, too consumed by the sensation, his body craving release. Yet every nerve screamed in disgust at her, at himself, at how powerless he felt.
The drug’s influence was absolute, leaving him unable to think clearly. His little brother throbbed painfully under her touch.
She tightened her hold, then slowly she unbuckled the button of his pants and slid them down his legs until they pooled at his thighs.
His little brother stood at full attention. A moan slipped from Oliver’s lips, involuntary, and he clenched his bound hands, eyes squeezed shut.
Jianna looked down at him, amused. He was so damn big.
So this was what her ungrateful child had been enjoying alone?
Well not anymore, this belong to her now.
Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand fully around him, feeling how warm and rigid he was against her fingers.
Oliver’s hips twitched slightly, a quiet groan slipping free before he could stop it.
"Ahh... fuck—let go, please," he pleaded, though even he could hear how unconvincing he sounded. He had never felt so stupid in his entire existence.
Jianna smiled teasingly as she began to move her hand up and down his cock, faster. "Say it like you mean it, sweetie."
Oliver groaned louder when she brushed over his sensitive tip, the sensation sending a sharp jolt through his body.
Jianna sped up her movements, watching closely, the tightness of his stomach, the way his muscles strained. She knew he was close.
The sensation became too much. Oliver’s hips buckled upward helplessly.
Jianna laughed, then suddenly grabbed his hair, yanking his head back while her other hand continued stroking him.
"Didn’t I tell you?" she yelled in his face. "You’re mine. Mine, mine, mine."
Oliver couldn’t even react. He was too far gone, his mind reduced to nothing but the desperate chase for release.
She moved faster, like her life depended on it and shoved his face into her cleavage. "Now come for me, baby," she whispered cruelly. "Come for mommy."
Oliver stiffened, his head buried deeper into her chest as the orgasm tore through him in powerful waves. A broken groan spilled from his mouth, the sound muffled against Jianna’s cleavages.
She pulled his head back, forcing him to look at her, her grip firm on his jaw.
"Did Athena ever make you feel this good?" Jianna asked with a twisted smile. "Huh?"
Oliver spat straight into her face. "She’s a hundred times better than you."
Jianna froze. Her eyes widened in shock.
Without thinking twice, she slapped him hard across the face.
