The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 234: The Morning

​Scarlett’s POV

​The hot afternoon sun streamed through the half-open curtains, warming my face and pulling me slowly from the deepest sleep I’d had in weeks. My body felt heavy, deliciously used, every muscle aching in the most satisfying way. I stretched with a soft groan, wincing at the tenderness between my thighs and the faint bruises I could already feel blooming on my hips and breasts.

​When I opened my eyes, only Liam was still in bed with me. His massive frame was propped up on one elbow, his green eyes watching me with soft affection. The sheets were pooled low around his waist, revealing the hard lines of his abs and the thick outline of his cock even at rest.

​"Morning, love," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and lingering desire. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face. "How do you feel?"

​I let out a breathless laugh, shifting carefully. "Like a train has crushed me... in the best possible way."

​Liam chuckled, the sound deep and warm. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. "That’s understandable. We were pretty intense."

​I glanced around the empty spots on the huge bed. "Where are Leo and Leonard?"

the assassination attempt and the wives’ situation. They’ll be back soon." His hand stroked lazily down my bare arm. "They didn’t want to wake you. You needed

nodded, still a little hazy. My body was sticky with dried sweat and cum, and my pussy throbbed with a deep, used ache. "I

with heat.

he carried me into the luxurious bathroom. The shower was massive—glass walls, multiple

body. We started slow—just kissing. His mouth moved tenderly against mine, his tongue sliding lazily, tasting me like he had all the time in the world. I melted into him, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest and shoulders while the

us. I moaned softly into his mouth, grinding against the thick length. Liam groaned, one hand sliding

Scar... you’re so fucking perfect,"

hands roaming, water pounding down on us, until I was aching again—not just from last night, but from fresh need. His cock was fully

ragged. "I know you’re

front. I arched, pushing my ass back against him, offering myself. "I don’t want

a low, filthy growl. "You’re going

the other guided his thick cock to my entrance. He rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my fresh arousal mixed with the remnants of

everything, he still felt huge. The hot water made everything slicker, and he sank in deep

grinding strokes that made his cock drag against every sensitive inch inside me. One arm wrapped around my waist to hold me steady while his other hand reached