The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 97: Sharing (2)

Third Person’s POV

​Liam spat blood onto the floor, his eyes locked on Leon. "You’ve always been like this, Leon. Quiet, acting like you’re better than us, but you just want everything I want. You see me take her, and you can’t handle it."

​"I told you to stay back, Liam," Leon hissed, his naked body trembling with the effort not to shift and tear his brother’s throat out. "I’ve loved Scarlett since we were children. You? You just want to conquer her because you think you’re the Alpha of us all."

​"She’s not your mate!" Liam roared, stepping into Leon’s space, their chests nearly touching. "So stop acting like you own her soul!"

​"She’s not yours either!" Leon countered, his voice dropping to a heavy, low vibration. "And let me tell you something—if she was our mate, I would never share her with you. I would bury you before I let you touch her."

​Liam let out a dark, mocking scoff. "Keep dreaming. You think I’d let you anywhere near her if she was ours? I’d lock her away where you couldn’t even breathe her scent."

​Their verbal war was cut short by a sound that made their dicks throb and their tempers flare. A loud, wet moan echoed through the room. They spun around to see Leo back on the bed, completely ignoring their fight. He was draped over Scarlett, his mouth locked onto hers in a kiss so deep and passionate it looked like he was trying to swallow her whole.

​The sight broke the last of Liam and Leon’s restraint. The possessiveness was a physical pain in their chests. They didn’t care about the shifts anymore. They didn’t care about the rules.

​Liam lunged onto the bed, crawling up her other side. He didn’t hesitate, his mouth finding the nipple Leon had just punched him over. He took the entire bud into his mouth, sucking with a rhythmic, starving force. Scarlett’s head snapped back, a sharp moan vibrating against Leo’s tongue as she arched her spine, seeking the friction of their naked bodies against hers.

​Leon’s wolf was screaming. She is mine! Why are they touching her? But the sensation of her body thrashing under him was too much. He moved behind her, sitting up and pulling her back against his hard chest. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he kissed her shoulders, his hands roaming down her ribs.

​Scarlett was lost in the fever, her internal fire demanding a release that only the bond could provide. She reached back, grabbing Leon’s hand and dragging it down between her thighs. She spread her legs wide, an unspoken invitation that made all three Alphas growl in unison.

​Leon took the invitation. He moved between her knees, his eyes dark and blown out with lust. He reached out, his thumb brushing over her clit before his fingers found her pussy hole. She was dripping, her nectar coating his hand as he realized just how wet she was.

​"Fuck," Leon groaned, the sound torn from his lungs. "She’s so fucking wet."

​He slowly inserted a finger, the heat of her internal walls gripping him so hard he thought he might climax just from the touch. He began to fuck her with his finger, a slow, deliberate thrust that had Scarlett screaming into Leo’s mouth as he switched his attention to her other breast.

​Leo couldn’t stand being left out of the heat. He moved his hand down, sliding a finger in right alongside Leon’s. The friction of two brothers’ fingers stretching her narrow opening made Scarlett gasp, her eyes rolling back into her head.

​"So tight," Leo whispered into her ear, his voice a dark lure.

​Liam pulled away from her breast, his face flushed and his eyes glowing. Scarlett didn’t let him stay away; she lunged forward, pulling Liam into a kiss that tasted of her arousal. Leo didn’t miss a beat, moving his mouth to the breast Liam had just vacated, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise.

​They were all claiming her. Each brother was convinced the others were just acting on a crush, oblivious to the fact that the mate bond was the invisible tether pulling them all into this carnal madness.

This was wrong.

Every instinct in them rejected it—sharing her, touching her like this, together.

Their wolves snarled in protest, each one screaming the same word.

Mine.

​Leon increased the pace of his fingers, the wet slapping sound of their friction filling the room. "She’s peaking," he rasped, his cock leaking as he watched her face twist in a beautiful mask of agony and pleasure.

​Scarlett’s back arched off the mattress, her toes curling into the silk sheets as she was stretched to her absolute limit.

​"My turn," Liam growled, his voice thick with a hunger that bordered on insanity. He shoved Leon’s hand aside, moving between her trembling thighs. He didn’t just want to touch her; he wanted to taste the nectar he knew belonged to him. He dipped his head, his tongue swirling around her clit before he buried his face against her opening, lapping at the overflow of her arousal.

​Scarlett let out a high-pitched, broken scream. Above her, Leo seized the opportunity to claim her mouth again, his tongue mirroring the frantic pace of Liam’s below. On her other side, Leon’s possessiveness spiked; he leaned over her, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck as his hand found her breast, kneading the soft flesh with a bruising grip.

Liam stayed at her front, Leo at her side, while Leon pulled her back against him.

​The room was a symphony of raw, carnal sounds—the wet heat of Liam’s mouth, the rhythmic friction of Leo’s fingers back inside her alongside Leon’s, and the desperate gasps for air.

​"She’s right there," Leon rasped, his thumb joining the friction. "Fuck, she’s so tight..."

​With one final, coordinated surge of pleasure—Liam’s tongue flicking, the fingers thrusting deep, and Leo’s mouth devouring her cries—Scarlett’s body went rigid. Her internal walls clamped down on their fingers. She let out a long, shuddering moan that died into a whimper as her eyes rolled back. The golden light in her gaze flickered out, and she collapsed against the pillows, her breath hitching before she spiraled into a deep, exhausted unconsciousness.

​The three brothers withdrew, their chests heaving, their naked bodies slick with sweat and her scent. They stood in a tense, triangular standoff around the bed, watching her chest rise and fall.

​I can’t wait to let you all know she is mine, Leon thought, his eyes tracking the marks they had left on her skin. I wonder what the look of defeat will look like on your faces.

​Two weeks, Leo. Two weeks until the ceremony. Endure, Leo thought, his jaw ticking.

​Liam’s gaze was possessive. A few more days, and these men will never lay a hand on her again. I’ll make sure of it.

​The silence was shattered by a sharp, rhythmic knock on the door.

​The brothers froze. Their heightened senses picked up a familiar scent immediately—lavender and expensive desert spices. Lana. Their sister wasn’t supposed to be back from Morocco until 7:00 AM.

​"What the hell?" Liam hissed.

​Leo didn’t want her to keep knocking and draw attention to them, so he went for the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open.

​Lana marched in, still dressed in her traveling clothes, her eyes scanning the room. She stopped dead, her gaze falling on her three naked, panting brothers and then on the naked, unconscious Scarlett.

​"What did you monsters do?" Lana whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and fury.

​"Lana, wait—" Liam started, holding up a hand in a hurry. "It’s not what it looks like. She had a fever... a vision peak. We were cooling her down. We didn’t take advantage of her."

​Lana glared at them, her eyes flashing. She wasn’t fooled. She knew her brothers were Scarlett’s mates; she had seen the signs for months. They were the only fools in the family who hadn’t figured out the Moon Goddess had tied them all to the same girl.

​"Look at her!" Lana snapped, rushing to the bedside and pulling a discarded sheet over Scarlett’s worn-out form. "She looks like she’s been through a war."

​"Lana, why are you here?" Leon asked, trying to regain his composure. "Your flight wasn’t due until seven. I was supposed to pick you up."

​"The flight was shifted forward," she snapped, not looking at him. "And thank the Goddess it was. You three are idiots."

​She turned back to Scarlett, her expression softening. "We have to dress her and tuck her in. Scarlett must not know what happened tonight."

​The brothers all frowned in unison. "Why?" Leo demanded. "She needs to know we were here."

​"No," Lana said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. "If she wakes up and realizes that while she was delirious and trapped in a nightmare, the three of you were... doing this... she will feel used. She will feel violated. She already has enough reasons to hate you three. You won’t recover from this. If you want her not to feel depressed about this, you shut up about tonight. Forever."

​The triplets shared a look of pure, bitter frustration. They wanted the credit; they wanted her to know they were the ones who saved her. But Lana was right.

​"Help me dress her and get out," Lana commanded, grabbing Scarlett’s clothes from the floor. "Leave the rest to me. And if any of you speaks a word of this, I’ll tell Father myself. Move!"