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.

was driving me insane. Her small hands went for the zipper of my pants, her fingers fumbling 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.

caught her wrists, holding them firmly. "No, baby," I gasped, my voice a

fell, filled with a hazy, desperate lust.

know," I groaned, leaning my forehead against hers. "I want you so badly it’s killing me.

bare breasts brushed against my skin. "I’m a

I said, kissing her brow. "And I want to be your first. I will be your

to mine. "You don’t understand. If we don’t do it

flaring. "Why would you think that? Casey, look at me. I’m not

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

arms to the cold, political bride I had been dreading. This was Rebecca? The legendary healer? The woman I was supposed to marry in a deal

silence for panic. She gripped my shoulders,

inside me... I’m ovulating. If I get pregnant with your child, the wedding will

my heart breaking and soaring at the same time. She wanted to ruin her reputation just to stay with a warrior. She was willing to

my face and pulled me into another kiss. Her fingers went straight for my zipper again, struggling with it. She was ready to throw her entire life away, ready to sacrifice her honor and her future as a queen, just to belong to a man she thought