Chapter 89: Chapter 89 Vile thoughts.
As if someone had poured water on his face, Daniel’s expression turned sour.
"God to hell, fucker!!" he hissed, turning back to the frying pan which was beginning to overheat from being left on the fire.
"Don’t be mad, it’s just a play." Alexander laughed, but Daniel didn’t reply. He just carried a crate of eggs from the shelf and began cracking them into a bowl.
He had already made up his mind to ignore him. Whenever Alexander was done rambling, he could just go sit.
"Good one—you think ignoring me will work? Well, you failed," Alexander announced, then suddenly began singing loudly in the kitchen.
"Lights are turned on!!! Music 🎵🎵 is on..." he croaked, his voice so miserable it could put a frog to shame.
What kind of curse had he been inflicted with to deal with this problem?
"Have mercy, Alexander, my ears," Daniel complained, still trying to focus on cooking, but Alexander refused to stop.
Running out of patience, Daniel picked up a stainless plate and flung it in Alex’s direction. The young man, who had sharp reflexes, dodged in time, and the plate landed noisily on the floor.
"You don’t want my angelic voice? You know if I stood on a stage I’d be called the new Beyoncé," Alex grinned, enjoying Daniel’s reaction.
"I love that pout. Without me, this kitchen would be a bore. Cooking—gosh, that’s so boring. But with me here? What a flair." Alex smiled proudly.
What a nightmare... and he was still singing, trying to prove a point Daniel didn’t understand, while it stung his ears so badly.
Xylander had been serious once, but that changed the moment he met him. Alex, who was a beast on the battlefield, just look at him now—someone’s supposedly serious boyfriend acting like this.
Draven? Hell no, that guy was a catastrophe on his own—thank God he wasn’t here. Realizing something, Daniel nearly screamed.
He was babysitting three childish Alphas who had sworn to make him wish for a night out in hell. Who suffered this kind of horror?
Thank goodness he was almost done cooking. It wasn’t easy, but he pulled through, making a good local delicacy none of them would have ever tasted. His grandma had taught him the dish, though she was gone already. Probably the only one who had supported him in that household, but due to health issues she hadn’t lived longer.
"At this point, your voice could awaken the dead. It makes me want to go mad—what kind of generator are you producing?" Daniel exclaimed, putting the final touches on the food.
"I know you love me, Daniel. Even though you don’t want to admit it yet, I know you do. I can’t wait for the day you confess with your own mouth how you adore both me and Xylander. The thrill of it is killing me—it’s like knowing how a movie ends but still watching for the excitement." Alexander sang out, still off-key.
Daniel didn’t even bother to complain anymore. His throat had gone dry from all his earlier protests, and he was too tired. He needed rest, but he was doing this because Draven hadn’t eaten. In fact, none of them had had a decent meal. And they couldn’t count on their families to provide—not after what Xylander had done to them.
"You’re too persistent. Why don’t you give up? I never said I loved you, and I don’t think I ever will," Daniel stated flatly, keeping his eyes on the plate he was serving.
He tried to tuck his hair behind his ear but couldn’t. Before he could, a hand beat him to it—Alexander, who had stepped closer, carefully tucked the strand of hair in place.
"Like I said, it isn’t something to rush. As much as I’d love to have you now, I’ll wait. The day Xylander and I claim you together—that will be the best thing ever." Alexander whispered into his ear.
He slowly bit Daniel’s earlobe, trailing kisses over his neck up to his temple.
"I badly want to fuck you—make you open your legs, stretch you with my dick until you’re crying out my name. And I won’t stop until you cum with me." Alex’s raw tone aggravated Daniel, but before he could stop himself, his body reacted, aroused by that hella seductive voice.
Damn these hormones. First it had been Draven with his flirtatious voice that nearly made him lose control, now Alex with his own dose of temptation.
"Have you seen me in bed?" Alex drawled, his words tantalizing, dripping with lust.
"I don’t think I have, and I don’t want to. Now let me go," Daniel shot back, though his body betrayed him. A losing battle.
Alex pressed up against his back, grinding his hard length against Daniel’s ass. The friction made Daniel’s body twitch in response.
"You devil... you know what you’re doing," Daniel gasped, nearly crying out in pleasure as Alex kept grinding against him.
"Don’t worry, soon you’ll see me in bed. Something tells me it’s closer than you think. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow—you can never tell," Alex hinted darkly, continuing his teasing.
"I said let me be. Xylander is the only one I’d let in my bed, and you’re not welcome," Daniel replied in a calm tone, hoping to offend Alex. But the reverse happened.
"Are you betting against me? That I won’t end up in your bed, tasting your honey, sucking out all your juice?" Alex teased unhinged again.
At this point, Daniel concluded that if he survived this night, he owed God a thanksgiving service. How else could he endure this torment?
"Don’t say that—it’s inappropriate," Daniel tried to remain civilized, brushing off Alexander’s wandering hand that was approaching his lap.
"You sweet little bunny..." Alex chuckled like a starving man. When Daniel finally felt his grip loosen and his body distance itself, he exhaled in relief.
For once, he had succeeded. Now he couldn’t wait to be alone in his room. He wanted to cleanse himself, because—what the hell had he just imagined?
His mind had turned corrupt. He had just visualized himself in the middle of Xylander, Draven, and Alexander—each taking him in different sinful ways.
Xylander pounding his ass so hard he vibrated. Draven’s dick buried in his mouth as he gave a desperate blowjob. And Alexander—the most sinful of them all—sucking Daniel’s cock while licking his nipples, his other hand rubbing Daniel’s ass as Xylander continued thrusting. His moans in the fantasy were screams of someone being torn apart, but he had liked it—far too much.
Snapping back to reality, he shuddered. Alexander brought him back fully with a sharp smack on his soft, bouncy ass.
"C’mon, the food will get cold. Let’s go." Alex smirked, after massaging Daniel’s bulge quickly in one teasing motion.
Gasping, Daniel shook from the vile image still lingering in his head. Was this his future? Was he really destined to be in such an embarrassing position?
Shoving the thought away, he lifted the tray with the plates of food, heading off to serve the Wolves in their room.