The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 73: Pretending

Scarlett’s POV

​He had realized I was completely naked. I was lying on my side, my back, and my backside facing him.

My skin flushed hot, and a deep red crept up my neck, but I still didn’t open my eyes. I heard him scramble off the bed. For a second, my heart sank. I thought he was leaving. I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me, colder than the air in the room.

​But then, I heard a different sound: the metallic clink of a belt and the rustle of jeans hitting the floor.

​He wasn’t leaving. He was undressing.

​Excitement rushed through me, making my toes curl under the sheets. A moment later, the bed dipped again. This time, it wasn’t just heat—it was skin. His warm, naked chest pressed firmly against my back. His legs tangled with mine, and I felt the hard, pulsing length of him pressing right against me.

​He pulled the blanket back over both of us, tucking it tightly around our bodies.

​"Wake up, Scarlett," he groaned, his hand sliding over my waist, his palm hot against my stomach.

​I refused. This was too exciting and too dangerous to stop now. I wanted to feel every second of this.

​He let out a low growl of frustration and buried his face in my hair. He began placing slow, wet kisses all along my neck and the curve of my shoulder, his stubble grazing my skin.

over my ear. "I can feel your heart racing against

he was in the wrong room. But I couldn’t hide the way my body was reacting. He shifted behind

biting back a moan that was clawing at my throat. His thumb

said inwardly. My

skin, a low vibration that told me he definitely heard it. I wondered if he even knew what he was doing in his drunken state, but right now, I didn’t care. The pleasure was too good and

moved to get a better angle on my breast, the friction made my head spin. He

my entrance. I bit my lip so hard to stop myself from moaning. I was a

dark, drunken scoff against my ear. "You are so wet for a person

he slowly

the sound or the way my hips bucked back against him. He groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back. He began to move his finger deep inside me, finding a rhythm that made my vision blur. At the same time, he leaned down again, taking my nipple

be my fake fiancé and the fire he was lighting inside me. I didn’t open

alcohol made him more feral, his movements losing their polite edge. He increased the pace, his finger hooking deep inside me, hitting a spot that made my entire body jerk. At the same

that, don’t you?" he growled against my skin, his voice a dark, gravelly ruin. "So tight. So perfect. I’ve wanted to hear you

in a fast, rhythmic blur that had me sobbing into the pillow. I couldn’t

"I would have protected you

drug. He pulled his hand away for a second, and I felt a void—a cold ache that lasted only a heartbeat.

the back of my neck as he pressed the broad, pulsing tip of his member right against my entrance. He didn’t sink in, but he rubbed against me, the friction so intense it felt like a

I choked out, my voice breaking. I arched my back, my body grinding back against him, begging

spine. "My brave, beautiful girl. Let me feel how

I couldn’t take the distance anymore. I wanted him to fill the ache that Liam had started