The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 165: At His Door

Ethan’s POV

​I stood at the edge of the bed, my cock twitching under the new layer of latex, fueled by a dark, relentless adrenaline. This wasn’t just sex; it was an execution of my old self. I grabbed her ankles and yanked her body toward me until her ass was hanging off the edge of the mattress.

​"Wrap your legs around me," I ordered.

​She obeyed instantly, locking her ankles behind my lower back. I stepped into her, the head of my cock stretching her open before I slammed home. I didn’t just enter her; I invaded her. The force of the impact made her upper body bounce on the bed, her breasts swaying violently as she let out a shattered, breathless scream.

​I began to fuck her with a raw, savage intensity, my hands gripping the underside of her thighs so hard my knuckles turned white. Every thrust was deep, bottoming out against her cervix with a dull thud that I could feel in my own bones. I wanted to be so deep inside her that there was no room left for the ghost of Scarlett to breathe.

​"Fuck, you’re so deep... you’re stretching me so much," she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the silk sheets.

​I didn’t slow down. I increased the pace, my hips moving in a blur of friction and wet heat. The sound was filthy—the loud, wet slapping of my groin against her ass and the high-pitched keening coming from her throat. I reached down, my hand finding her clit and pinning it against my pubic bone as I drove into her, grinding my weight forward with every agonizingly perfect stroke.

​Her pussy was soaking wet, creamed with her own lust and the friction of our bodies. I could feel her beginning to tremble, her internal walls spasming and tightening around me in a desperate, rhythmic grip.

hers. I wanted her to see the emptiness in my eyes. I wanted her to know that she

G-spot over and over again. She began to wail, her body jerking under mine as she hit a massive, toe-curling climax. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, milk-warm and pulsing, trying to draw

explode. I didn’t pull out. I drove into her one last time, pinning her legs against the bed as I let out a guttural,

both fought for air. The room smelled of sweat, latex, and raw, meaningless sex. Slowly,

I tried to wash away the feeling of her—and the

was already dressed, smoothing out her

to a seductive tone. She stepped closer, her gaze settling on the ink across my chest and arms. "You’re a wolf,

was flat, lacking the depth of a shifter. I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to talk, and I certainly didn’t want to be analyzed. I walked to my dresser, pulled a thick bundle of

money, then back at me, shaking her head. "No... it wasn’t about the money, Alpha.

said,

on a business trip here. If you don’t mind, I can warm your bed while you’re in town. I think we both know I can handle whatever... mood... you’re

is not needed," I replied, turning away

she regained her composure. She walked toward the door, stopping just before the handle. She turned back one last time, her eyes narrowing as she looked