The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 12: In-between My Legs

​Scarlett’s POV

​I tried to push his shoulders, to find some strength to fight him off, but my body was a traitor. The moment Leo’s lips touched mine, a fire ignited in my blood that I couldn’t put out.

​He didn’t care about my protests. He moved lower, his mouth finding the sensitive peak of my breast. When he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, I felt a sharp, electric jolt shoot straight between my legs. I tried to swallow my moan, but it broke free, sounding small and desperate in the quiet room.

​"Leo... please," I gasped, my fingers digging into his thick hair. I didn’t know if I was telling him to stop or to never let go.

​He ignored me, his eyes dark with a hunger that terrified me. His hand slid down my stomach, the silk of my dress fluttering to the floor in rags. He reached the lace of my panties and didn’t bother sliding them off—he simply hooked his fingers and tore them apart.

​I felt the cool air for only a second before his warm hand replaced it. He found my center, already dripping and swollen, and shoved a finger deep inside me.

​"Ah! Leo!" I cried out, my head hitting the door.

understand what was happening. Tonight, the brothers were like animals. First Leon in the woods, then Liam’s kiss, and now Leo—but this felt different. It felt like he was trying to claim every inch of

knees buckled, my legs shaking so hard I could barely stand. Leo felt me weakening and dropped to

Leo forced my legs apart. The power in his arms was undeniable; he held me pinned as if I were made of glass and he were made

caught in the back of my throat, as I watched him move toward the most private part of me. I wanted to close my eyes,

a violent shiver raced up my spine. He didn’t rush. He took his time, his nose grazing the sensitive skin, inhaling my

I screamed into the empty room

a virgin, and my body was being introduced to a pleasure so sharp it felt like pain. He drank me in like a dying man, his finger still buried inside me, working

hips bucked against him, my hands clutching the back of his head, forcing him closer. I didn’t care about the past. I didn’t care about

I’m... I’m going

skin. He suddenly pulled back, leaving me hanging on

instinctively, begging for his mouth to return. But Leon stood up, his tall frame looming over me. He looked down at me, his face smeared

the scrap of the blue silk dress he had torn from my body. He stepped behind me, forcing me to face the door, and used the silk to tie my wrists together. He pulled the knot tight—not enough to hurt, but enough

my ear, his hands sliding down to cup my breasts. He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs flicking over my