The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 71: Mating Fever

​Scarlett’s POV

​I wanted to pull away. I wanted to remind him of the sisters, of the betrayal, and of the two years he had spent watching me scrub floors without saying a word. But the moment our lips met, the world outside the door ceased to exist.

​Zoe was no longer just howling; she was roaring, her consciousness merging with mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and the wolf began. It was exactly like the old stories the elders used to whisper—about the "Mating Fever" that took hold when fated pairs were kept apart for too long. The impatience of our wolves had reached a breaking point, and they were finally taking what belonged to them.

​I found myself gripping the hem of my own shirt, my fingers trembling as I guided Liam’s hands to the fabric. I wanted it gone. I wanted every barrier between us destroyed. Liam didn’t need a second invitation. With a guttural growl that vibrated against my chest, he hauled me closer, his large hands working with a frantic, feverish speed to rid me of the clothes Ethan had bought.

​"Scarlett," he choked out against my mouth, his breath hot and ragged. "I can’t... I can’t stop. Zoe... she’s calling for him."

​"I know," I whispered, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. I reached for the waistband of his training pants, my heart thundering so hard I thought it might burst.

​We were both losing it. Every touch felt like a bolt of lightning; every brush of his skin against mine sent a wave of agonizing pleasure through the bond. The cut on his head was still bleeding, a smear of red staining my shoulder as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, but neither of us cared. The pain was just more fuel for the fire.

​He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he backed me toward the bed. Liam hovered over me, his eyes no longer green but a glowing, golden yellow—his wolf was at the surface, staring directly at Zoe.

deep, husky tone that made my entire body hum. "Not

my teeth grazing his lower lip as I arched into him. Liam’s hands were everywhere at once, hot and demanding as they

breath a scorching trail against my skin. When his head dipped between my thighs, I let out a broken sob, my fingers tangling in his damp hair. The sensation was overwhelming—a primal, electrical current that made my back arch off the mattress. He was worshiping me in a way I never thought possible, his tongue and lips finding the core

my voice thin

the bed while my mind floated in a haze of golden light. At the same time, his other hand moved upward, his thumb and forefinger teasing my breast, his mouth following

shoving him back against the pillows. I straddled him, my knees pinning his arms down for a second before I sat back, my wet entrance

with every beat of his heart, and the friction of

was right there, snarling behind his teeth. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers bruising my skin as he jerked his pelvis

Zoe roared in my head, her consciousness clawing at mine. She wanted him to rip

tip of him catch against me. He was right at the edge of taking me completely. Liam’s muscles were hard as steel; his face looked like he was in pain from holding back. He wanted to thrust. He wanted to claim

a jagged, guttural ruin. "I can’t...I’m about to lose control,"

on his sweaty chest, pushing back even though my lower body begged to drop. I kept rocking, the pleasure driving us both to the edge of madness, but I didn’t let him sink in. I was shaking,

me, sending a jolt of raw electricity straight to my brain. I threw my head back, a broken, messy sound tearing from my throat as