The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 182: Get Me Pregnant

Ethan’s POV

​I was losing my grip on reality. I made a low sound in my throat, a growl that was pure wolf, as I reached for the neckline of her maid’s gown. I pulled the fabric down, exposing her pale, smooth shoulders. I didn’t wait; I buried my face in her neck, sucking on the soft skin there, marking her as mine before I even moved lower.

​"Mate..." she whimpered, and the sound of those words sent a jolt of pure electricity to my gut.

​I moved my mouth lower, my breath hot against her skin. I reached for the lace of her bra, popping her breasts free. They were perfect—firm, tipped with pink, and aching for my touch. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the peak until she cried out, her back arching off the stone wall. I was going wild. A voice in the back of my head told me to be a gentleman, to take her somewhere soft, but I couldn’t stop. She was like a tonic in my blood, a drug I had been starving for my entire life.

​Casey moaned, a raw, needy sound, and she grabbed my hand, pulling it down and guiding it under the heavy fabric of her gown. Fuck.

​I slid my hand up her thigh, my fingers brushing against the silk of her panties. She was already dripping, the heat radiating off her making my head spin. I shifted her underwear to the side and tapped against her entrance. She was soaking wet, ready for me. I slid a finger inside, and the tightness of her made me freeze.

​My heart hammered against my ribs. She was so small, so narrow. Was she a virgin? The realization hit me like a physical blow. Pride, admiration, and a fierce, burning love filled me. Knowing I would be the first—the only one to ever touch her like this—made my wolf howl with possessive joy.

​I gently pushed my finger deeper, stretching her, and she gasped into my mouth, her legs trembling. I began to move in a slow, rhythmic thrust that mimicked the act of love, and we both moaned into each other’s lips. Our wolves were pouring through the bond, a symphony of need and recognition.

with the metal, and I knew I was seconds away from losing all control. I wanted to take her right there, against the cold stone, but she was my mate. She deserved to be worshipped. She deserved a bed of roses, not the dirt

and gently withdrew my hand. I caught her wrists, holding them firmly. "No, baby," I gasped, my

a hazy, desperate lust. "Please...

you so badly it’s killing me. But

heaving as her bare breasts brushed against my skin. "I’m a virgin," she whispered, her

kissing her brow. "And I want

she cried out, her eyes snapping to mine. "You don’t understand. If we don’t

you think

head, tears welling in her sea-blue eyes. "I haven’t been honest with you. I’m not who I said I am. I’m not Casey... and I’m not a maid." She took a ragged breath, looking like she expected me to strike her. "I’m Princess Rebecca. The one your Alpha is

I had been dreading. This was Rebecca? The legendary healer? The woman I was supposed to marry in a

she took my silence for panic. She gripped my shoulders, her

love to me. Do it now. Cum inside me... I’m

a

She was ready to throw her entire life away, ready to sacrifice her honor