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?"

attend some pack meetings this morning. Security updates on the assassination attempt and the wives’ situation. They’ll be back soon." His hand stroked lazily down my bare arm.

sweat and cum, and my pussy throbbed with a deep, used ache. "I need a bath... or a shower. I

eyes darkened with heat. "Let’s

me into the luxurious bathroom. The shower was massive—glass walls, multiple heads, and plenty of space for someone Liam’s size. He turned the water on hot, steam quickly filling

it made my nipples tighten. Liam set me down gently on my feet but kept me close, his big hands sliding over my wet 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

so I could feel his cock thickening and rising between us. I moaned softly into his mouth, grinding against the thick length. Liam

Scar... you’re so fucking perfect," he whispered

for long minutes, hands roaming, water pounding down on us, until I was aching again—not just

back slightly, his breathing ragged. "I know you’re sore, love. We

my back was pressed to his front. I arched, pushing my ass back against him, offering myself. "I don’t want to stop. Fuck me,

"You’re

He rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked slit, coating

The hot water made everything slicker, and he sank in deep with one long, slow thrust until his hips met my

every sensitive inch inside me. One arm wrapped around my waist to hold me steady while his other hand reached around to rub my clit in firm circles. The shower spray beat down on my tits and shoulders as he fucked me,