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.

to see the emptiness in my eyes. I wanted her to know that she was nothing but

the speed, my thrusts becoming shorter and more violent, hitting her G-spot over and over again. She began

against the bed as I let out a guttural, animalistic roar.

her for a long minute, my forehead resting against hers as we both fought for air. The room smelled of sweat, latex, and raw, meaningless sex. Slowly, I pulled out, the wet shlick

a hug or a thank you. I walked to the bathroom, stripped off the condom, and turned on the shower. As the hot water hit my skin, I tried to wash away the feeling of her—and the feeling of Scarlett. But as the steam filled the room, I realized

the steam from the shower still clinging to my skin. The young lady was already dressed, smoothing out her

stepped closer, her gaze settling on the ink across my chest and arms. "You’re a wolf, right? I can feel the heat coming off

human—her scent 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 cash from the drawer, and stretched it out toward

me, shaking her head. "No...

said, my voice

business trip here. If

I replied, turning away to grab a

genuinely disappointed, her shoulders slumping for a split second before she regained her composure. She walked toward the door, stopping just