The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 79: Emotions

Scarlett’s POV

​"Leo, please," I whimpered, not even knowing what I was asking for.

​He pulled back just an inch, his chest heaving, his face tight with the effort of holding his wolf back. "I want you, Scarlett. More than my next breath. But I won’t take you like this. Not on a cold rock, hiding like a thief."

​He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged. "When I make you mine, the whole world is going to know. I’m going to give you the moon and the stars, just like I promised when we were kids."

​But Zoe wasn’t listening to promises about the future. She wanted him now. I reached for his hands, guiding them to the clasp of my bra. With a deft flick of his fingers, he unhooked it, and my breasts spilled out into the biting mountain air. I gasped at the cold, but then his mouth was there, his hot tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucked the hard peak deep into his mouth.

​A bolt of pure pleasure shot through me. While he worshipped my chest, my hands moved to his waist. I fumbled with the button of his pants and slid the zipper down, reaching inside to find him. When my fingers wrapped around his thick, pulsing length, Leo let out a fractured moan against my skin. He was rock hard and scorching hot. I began to rub him, my palm sliding over the hard skin of his cock, and he groaned so loudly it echoed off the trees below.

​"Scarlett... fuck," he rasped.

cold against my spine, but I didn’t care. I was staring up at the darkening evening sky, the stars just beginning to peek through the purple clouds. He pulled at my pants, dragging them down my legs along with my lace undies until I was completely bare to

down, and then I felt it—the wet, rhythmic lap of his tongue against my entrance. I arched my back, my

my sensitive flesh, a low vibration that made my entire body vibrate. With one hand, he reached up to play with my nipple, pinching the peak while his mouth worked magic

a sudden, bold instinct took over. I wanted

wet and his eyes dark with lust. I didn’t say a word as I moved onto my knees, my hair falling over

have to do that," he said, his voice a

already beaded there. Then, I took him into my mouth. I

him before—a high, desperate keening sound. He reached out, his fingers tangling in my hair, but he didn’t pull me away. He thrust his hips forward instinctively, his breath hitching as I

the last two years. I increased the pace, my tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of his head

a roar. While I kept him deep in my mouth, his hand

against my

hissed, the word more of a prayer than

began to move his finger in a fast, rhythmic movement. The dual sensation was overwhelming—the taste of him in my mouth and the sharp, demanding stretch of him inside