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.

mine," he rasped, his voice dropping into a deep, husky tone that made my entire body hum. "Not his. Never

arched into him. Liam’s hands were

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 of my desire with a lethal precision that

my

my mind floated in a haze of golden light.

I grabbed his hair and hauled him up. I flipped us with a burst of adrenaline, shoving him back against the

was just the slick, searing heat of him rubbing against me. He was huge, pulsing with every beat of his heart, and the friction of his cock dragging against

teeth. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers bruising my skin as he

in my head, her consciousness clawing at mine. She wanted him to rip through that final barrier, to fill the ache

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

out, his voice a jagged, guttural ruin. "I can’t...I’m about to lose control," he growled. "And when I do...

was fighting it. My hands were flat 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, my muscles jumping with the effort, while the

hurt. Every time I rocked forward, his cock dragged against me, sending a jolt of raw electricity straight to my brain. I threw my head back, a broken, messy