The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 97: Sharing (2)

Third Person’s POV

​Liam spat blood onto the floor, his eyes locked on Leon. "You’ve always been like this, Leon. Quiet, acting like you’re better than us, but you just want everything I want. You see me take her, and you can’t handle it."

​"I told you to stay back, Liam," Leon hissed, his naked body trembling with the effort not to shift and tear his brother’s throat out. "I’ve loved Scarlett since we were children. You? You just want to conquer her because you think you’re the Alpha of us all."

​"She’s not your mate!" Liam roared, stepping into Leon’s space, their chests nearly touching. "So stop acting like you own her soul!"

​"She’s not yours either!" Leon countered, his voice dropping to a heavy, low vibration. "And let me tell you something—if she was our mate, I would never share her with you. I would bury you before I let you touch her."

​Liam let out a dark, mocking scoff. "Keep dreaming. You think I’d let you anywhere near her if she was ours? I’d lock her away where you couldn’t even breathe her scent."

​Their verbal war was cut short by a sound that made their dicks throb and their tempers flare. A loud, wet moan echoed through the room. They spun around to see Leo back on the bed, completely ignoring their fight. He was draped over Scarlett, his mouth locked onto hers in a kiss so deep and passionate it looked like he was trying to swallow her whole.

​The sight broke the last of Liam and Leon’s restraint. The possessiveness was a physical pain in their chests. They didn’t care about the shifts anymore. They didn’t care about the rules.

​Liam lunged onto the bed, crawling up her other side. He didn’t hesitate, his mouth finding the nipple Leon had just punched him over. He took the entire bud into his mouth, sucking with a rhythmic, starving force. Scarlett’s head snapped back, a sharp moan vibrating against Leo’s tongue as she arched her spine, seeking the friction of their naked bodies against hers.

​Leon’s wolf was screaming. She is mine! Why are they touching her? But the sensation of her body thrashing under him was too much. He moved behind her, sitting up and pulling her back against his hard chest. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he kissed her shoulders, his hands roaming down her ribs.

​Scarlett was lost in the fever, her internal fire demanding a release that only the bond could provide. She reached back, grabbing Leon’s hand and dragging it down between her thighs. She spread her legs wide, an unspoken invitation that made all three Alphas growl in unison.

​Leon took the invitation. He moved between her knees, his eyes dark and blown out with lust. He reached out, his thumb brushing over her clit before his fingers found her pussy hole. She was dripping, her nectar coating his hand as he realized just how wet she was.

the sound torn from his lungs. "She’s

gripping him so hard he thought he might climax just from the touch. He began to fuck her with his finger, a slow, deliberate thrust that had Scarlett screaming into

a finger in right alongside Leon’s. The friction of two

her ear, his voice a dark

from her breast, his face flushed and his eyes glowing. Scarlett didn’t let him stay away; she lunged forward, pulling Liam into a kiss that tasted of her arousal. Leo didn’t miss a beat, moving his

convinced the others were just acting on a crush, oblivious to the fact that the mate bond was the invisible tether pulling them

This was wrong.

in them rejected it—sharing

each one screaming the

Mine.

of their friction filling the room. "She’s peaking," he rasped, his cock

arched off the mattress, her toes curling into the silk sheets as she was stretched to

wanted to taste the nectar he knew belonged to him. He dipped his head, his tongue swirling around her clit before he buried his

tongue mirroring the frantic pace of Liam’s below. On her other side, Leon’s possessiveness

at her side, while Leon

room was a symphony of raw, carnal sounds—the wet heat of Liam’s mouth, the rhythmic friction of Leo’s fingers back inside her alongside Leon’s, and

right there," Leon rasped, his thumb joining the

pleasure—Liam’s tongue flicking, the fingers thrusting deep, and Leo’s mouth devouring her cries—Scarlett’s body went rigid. Her internal walls clamped down on their fingers. She let out a long, shuddering moan that died into a whimper as her eyes rolled back. The golden light in her gaze flickered out, and

heaving, their naked bodies slick with sweat and her scent. They stood

eyes tracking the marks they had left

weeks until the ceremony.

these men will never lay a hand on

a sharp, rhythmic knock