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.

his grip was iron. He was so much stronger than me,

he commanded, his eyes flashing

widened as he moved his hand over mine, forcing me to stroke him. He let out a low, rough, "Fuck..." as my palm glided over the heat of his length. The friction was a torture for both of us. My own body was betraying me so fast; my

insisted, his

again, a pathetic attempt to keep a shred

is only one way

as he reached down. He hooked one finger into the side of my lace underwear, pulling the fabric aside with a sharp tug. I felt the cool night air for a split second before

hissed. He didn’t just touch me; he 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 as a wave of pure, shameful pleasure rolled through my system. I was soaking his finger, my walls

my clit and rubbing it with a brutal, steady pressure that made my toes curl. "Soaked for the monster. You’re practically begging me

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

twig and the sound of drunken laughter echoed through the

me like this—pinned against a trunk,

hide me from view. He pulled my head into the 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