The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 8: In The Woods

​Scarlett’s POV

​The air between us was electric, thick with the smell of the forest and the musk of what he had just done. My heart hammered against my ribs—not just from fear, but from the way my body was screaming at his presence.

​"Running away, Scarlett?" he whispered, his voice a low growl. He leaned in, his nose brushing against the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. "I smelled you back there. You were watching my cock slide into her and you were dripping for it. Wishing it was you against that oak, weren’t you?"

​"No," I gasped, though my voice was a betraying whimper. I tried to shove his chest, but he was like a wall of solid granite. "I hate you, Leon. You’re a monster."

​"You hate me?" He let out a dark, mocking chuckle, his hand sliding down my waist to bunch up the expensive blue silk Lana had put me in. "Then why is your heart racing? Why are you trembling?"

​He didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed my hand and shoved it downward, forcing me to feel the hard, thick length of his cock pressing against my stomach. I let out a choked sob. He was so big, so hot, and the friction against the silk of my dress sent a jolt of pure fire straight to my core.

​I noticed he inhaled deeply before looking straight into my eyes. "You’re wet," he growled, his voice vibrating against my skin.

tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was

let go," he commanded,

he moved his hand over mine, forcing me to stroke him. He let out a low, rough, "Fuck..." as my palm glided over the

are wet, Scarlett," he insisted, his

attempt to keep a shred of

is only one way to find out," he

a sharp tug. I felt the cool night air for a split second before his finger pressed directly against my pussy. He let out a sharp, triumphant breath as he felt the

slid his finger deep inside, finding how tight and swollen I was. I let out a choked gasp, my head hitting the tree bark behind me

and rubbing it with a brutal, steady pressure that

sounds of my own moan. This was my first time—the very first time a man had ever touched me like this, let alone put a finger inside me. I was a virgin, a secret I had guarded like a treasure, and now it was being stolen

of a twig and the sound of drunken laughter echoed through the trees.

I gasped, my body stiffening against the tree. If anyone saw me like this—pinned against a trunk, half-naked with a future

crook of his shoulder, his large hand covering my face and muffling my breath against his hot skin. But he didn’t stop. While he used his body to shield me, his finger stayed buried inside my pussy, moving with a slow, agonizing rhythm that made my brain go