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.

breath ghosting over my ear. "I can

he would realize he was in the wrong room. But I couldn’t hide the way my body was reacting. He shifted behind me, his large, warm hand sliding up my ribcage until

moan that was clawing at my throat. His thumb brushed over my nipple, pinching the sensitive peak until it

I said inwardly. My toes curled into

into his mouth, sucking deeply. A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. He hummed against my skin, a low vibration that told me he definitely heard it. I wondered if he even knew what he was doing

pulsing, pressing hard against the curve of my backside. Every time he moved to get a better angle on my breast, the friction made my head spin. He pulled his mouth

entrance. I bit my lip so hard to stop

ear. "You are so wet for a person

slowly inserted a

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

driving me crazy. I was caught between the man who was supposed to be my fake fiancé and the fire he was lighting inside me. I didn’t open my

If anything, the 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 time, his teeth grazed my nipple,

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

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

you’re shaking for me," he whispered, his words sweet but his touch raw. "I would have

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

broad, pulsing tip of his member right against my entrance. He didn’t sink

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

hummed, his chest vibrating against my spine. "My brave, beautiful girl. Let me feel how

distance anymore. I wanted him to fill the ache that Liam