The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 13: In Front Of The Mirror

Scarlett’s POV

​I gasped, my breath hitching as I was forced to face my own reflection. I stood there completely naked, my skin flushed a deep rose, my hair a wild tangle, and my eyes wide with a mix of shame and desperate longing.

​Leo stepped up behind me, his massive frame dwarfing mine. He didn’t look away. He stared at me through the mirror, our eyes locking in the silvered glass. His hands came around my waist, and I watched—paralyzed—as his fingers disappeared back between my thighs.

​The sight of it was more overwhelming than the touch itself. I watched his fingers slide into my wet, swollen pussy, over and over, while his thumb worked my clit with a brutal, steady rhythm.

​"Look at yourself, Scarlett," he hissed into my ear, his breath scorching. "Look at how much you want this."

​I couldn’t look away. I watched my own lips part, heard my own jagged moans, and saw the way my body arched toward him. Then, his other hand moved to his fly. My heart hammered against my ribs as he freed his cock. It was heavy, hot, and thick, pressing firmly against the curve of my ass.

​I gasped, the air leaving my lungs. Was he going to? Was this it? My first time... I didn’t want it to be like this, in the dark, filled with so much anger.

​But he didn’t enter me. Instead, he reached up and untied the blue silk from my wrists. Before I could even drop my arms, he caught my hand and pulled it behind my back, forcing my palm onto the heat of his length.

his voice

was a novice—I had never even touched a man like this—but my fingers acted on instinct. I wrapped my hand around his hard, pulsing cock and began to stroke. The friction

fast, wet rhythm that had me sobbing. We both moaned at the same time, the sound

to think. He grabbed my waist and lifted me slightly, pinning me back against the wall next to the mirror. He crashed

again, stretching me to the limit. My hand stayed

mouth, his

denim of his jeans as I stroked him harder, faster. At the same time, his fingers were relentless inside me. He curled them, hitting that sensitive spot again and again until

never left him, continuing the rhythm even as he

his breath hitching. "Even after what Liam did... your body

head thrashing against the

fingers stretching me, opening me up until I felt like I was

like a betrayal on

tremor started deep in my belly and radiated outward. I felt my internal muscles clench around his fingers in tight, rhythmic pulses. My vision blurred into a kaleidoscope of gray and gold as the orgasm ripped through me, more intense than the first,

growl. He didn’t let me go. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his own body shaking as he reached his limit. I felt the heat of his release against my hand—thick and hot—as he finally spent himself, his forehead resting against mine as we both tried to find our breath in the suffocating