The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 150: Taken

​Scarlett’s POV

​We both stayed still for a long heartbeat, letting the shock of the penetration settle. Leo let out a choked sob, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

​"I have you," he whispered, his voice broken. "I finally fucking have you."

​He paused, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze searching mine with a mix of desperation and care.

​"Are you okay, love?" he asked softly.

​I nodded, unable to find my words through the knot of emotion in my throat. I squeezed his shoulders, pulling him back down to me, needing him to know I was okay.

​Satisfied, he began to move.

​At first, it was slow, agonizingly deep grinds that made me see stars. Every time he pulled out nearly to the tip before sliding back in, I felt the friction ignite my pussy until the pain vanished, replaced by a roaring, pleasurable feeling. He was massive, filling me so completely that I felt every pulse of his cock against my inner walls.

​The pace quickened. Leo lost the battle with his restraint, his thrusts becoming hard and rhythmic, the sound of our skin slapping together raw and loud in the quiet room. I was tossing my head from side to side, my moans turning into high-pitched moans of pleasure as he hit a spot deep inside me that made my toes curl.

​"Leo!!" I screamed, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back, my nails drawing red crescents on his skin.

every stroke. I could feel the orgasm building, a tight coil in my gut that was

at me, Scar!" he commanded, his

I saw the Alpha in him, the man who had suffered for three years. He leaned down and kissed me, but it

lips separated, he slowly pulled his weight back, and for a terrifying second, I thought he was stopping. I hated the sudden coldness, my fingers

into the pillows. I felt him settle behind me, his large, hot frame caging me in. He reached down, lifting my hips until I was arched perfectly for him, and then I felt

I buried my face in the pillow to muffle a scream, my toes curling as he filled me to the very brink. Even though he was being careful, he was so big it felt like he was tearing through me all over again. The fullness was overwhelming, stretching my walls until I felt every pulse of

Scar," he rasped, his

agonizing slowness, his chest pressing against my back as his hands reached around to cup my breasts. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, and suddenly he began to speak—his

slow, rhythmic possessiveness. "I refused to let them wash the scent of you

as he pushed me to him. "I used to sit by your grave, Scar," he whispered, his voice cracking against my skin. "Every night for three years. I talked to the dirt because I thought

around, pretending to lead, pretending to be a husband to a woman I don’t want." He nipped at the sensitive skin of my shoulder, his breath hitching. "And now... I can feel your heart beating against my chest. I

moan, my fingers gripping the headboard as he hit that deep, aching spot. The guilt for his brothers—for Liam and Leonard—flared up for a second, but it was quickly swallowed by the sheer intensity of Leo’s love. He was making me feel alive in a

nearly all the way, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness, before sinking back in

you’ve become," he growled softly, his thumb brushing over my trembling bottom lip. "You are my life. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up. I’ll stay here and

world narrow down to the point where we were joined. His hand reached beneath me, his fingers finding my clitoris and beginning

reached a pitch, Leo gripped my chin, gently but firmly turning my face to the side

red-rimmed and swimming with tears, yet burning with a

whispered, his voice trembling as he

mouth to speak, to tell him I was sorry, to tell him I loved him too, but before the words could leave my throat, he drove into me again. I let out a broken moan, my eyes fluttering shut as he bottomed out, filling me so completely

length. "I need you to hear this. I need you to know