The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 184: With Ice

Rebecca’s POV

​"I’m ready," I whispered, my voice trembling.

​He didn’t waste another second. Ethan reached for the hem of my maid’s gown and pulled it up over my head in one swift motion, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my thin lace panties. His eyes raked over my body as if he were memorizing every curve, every inch of skin.

​"God, you’re beautiful," he growled.

​He moved to the small bar in the corner of his room, his movements fluid and powerful. I watched, confused, as he grabbed a single crystal ice cube from a bucket. He walked back to me and pushed me gently back onto the sheets of his bed.

​"Ethan?" I breathed, my heart thundering against my ribs.

​"Shh," he murmured. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over me. He took the ice cube and began to rub it slowly around my right nipple. I let out a sharp gasp, my back arching as the shocking cold met my burning heat. The nipple pebbled instantly, aching for more. Then, he replaced the ice with his mouth. He sucked the frozen peak into the warmth of his throat, swirling his tongue around it until I was sobbing his name.

​He repeated the torture on the other side, using the ice to sharpen the sensation before devouring me with his lips and teeth. My hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer, my head tossing on the pillow. I was already a mess, my thighs rubbing together as a heavy ache built between my legs.

​He moved lower, his kisses trailing down my stomach, leaving a path of fire in their wake. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties and stripped them off, tossing them aside. I felt exposed, my legs falling open as he knelt between them.

at me, his eyes dark and possessive. He popped the ice cube into his own mouth, cooling his tongue, and then

had ever felt—the searing heat of his mouth combined with the sharp, numbing sting of the ice. He used his tongue to flick against me with expert precision, sucking

out, my fingers digging

its relentless assault. I was dripping, my juices mixing with the melted ice, creating a slick, messy friction that drove me over the edge. I felt the tension build, tighter and tighter, until I finally

there for a long time, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my skin flushed and sensitive. I felt shy all of a sudden, realizing how loud I had

said, his voice husky with satisfaction. "You

my heart fluttering. God, he was so handsome. His dark hair was mussed from my fingers, and his lips were

my shift in mood. He pulled

expected," I confessed softly. "I heard terrible things about you. That you were

Rebecca. To my enemies, I am a

slow, tender kiss that made

a playful glint in his eyes. "Why exactly did you disguise yourself as a maid?

"I wanted to spy on you. I wanted to see the

of pure joy. He kissed the top of my head. "Well, I think I’m

I whispered,