Mated to the Triplet Alphas Chapter 141: Three-Fold Desire

(Warning: Explicit content within this chapter is for mature audiences.)

I became motionless, my heart pounding wildly as Liam rested against the doorframe, his gaze burning with lust. Levi, however, paid him no mind, his fingers continuing their exquisite friction between my legs.

“Levi,” I choked out, trying to push him away. “Liam is here.”

“I see him,” Levi whispered against my throat, his voice a low rumble. “Let him witness. After all, you are his wife, too, aren’t you?”

A flush crept up my neck as Liam strode into the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The warm smile he usually wore was gone, replaced by a predatory hunger.

“Couldn’t wait for the honeymoon?” Liam inquired, loosening his tie as he advanced toward the bed. “Though I can’t fault you. Our bride looks utterly magnificent.”

Levi finally shifted, granting his brother a wry grin. “You lagged behind, and you lost. You should have pursued us earlier.”

Lying there with my wedding dress rumpled around my waist, I felt a mingling of shame and excitement at being discovered in such a state. Liam’s eyes swept over me, pausing at the spot where Levi’s hand had vanished beneath my lacy undergarment.

“Is there space for one more?” Liam inquired, his tone deeper than I had ever perceived it.

Before I could formulate a reply, the bedroom door swung open once more.

Levi groaned, burying his face in my neck as he realized another brother had arrived. “You cannot be serious, is Leo here as well?”

“He is not,” Lucas stated, closing the door with a decisive click. “He remains engaged in conversation with Percival at the post-party festivities and hasn't observed our departure.”

Though unvoiced, I suspected Leo had indeed noted our absence. He likely chose not to intrude upon our wedding night. For all his sarcastic barbs and aloof demeanor, he possessed a respect for boundaries when they truly mattered.

“So,” Lucas proceeded, his green eyes darkening as he surveyed the intimate scene. “This is your chosen sanctuary.”

His voice carried no condemnation, only a palpable hunger. With measured movements, he removed his suit jacket, draping it carefully over a nearby chair. The atmosphere in the room crackled, thick with burgeoning anticipation.

“We were just beginning,” Levi announced, his fingers resuming their tantalizing exploration. I bit my lip to suppress a nascent moan. “Would you care to partake?”

Lucas began to unbutton his shirt. “It appears our bride was impatient for the honeymoon to commence.”

“I—” My objection was silenced as Levi’s thumb traced a path to my most sensitive point. “This wasn’t my initiative.”

“But you are not protesting,” Liam observed, now kneeling at the edge of the bed. His hand caressed my ankle, his touch slowly ascending my calf. “Are you, my dear?”

How could I dissent? With three pairs of identical green eyes fixed upon me, brimming with adoration and desire, coherent thought became impossible. My body instinctively arched towards their ministrations, responding to their every touch.

“I desire all of you,” I confessed, my voice a mere whisper.

Those words ignited something primal within them. Lucas moved with renewed urgency, shedding his shirt and trousers until only his boxers remained. Liam followed suit, his discarded clothing joining the growing heap on the floor.

“Let us liberate you from this gown,” Lucas commanded, his voice both authoritative and gentle.

Together, they assisted me to my feet. Levi’s hands steadied me from behind as Lucas meticulously lowered the zipper. Liam’s fingers grazed my shoulders as he eased the straps down my arms. The wedding dress—a garment that had proven so challenging to don—slid to the floor in mere moments.

I stood before them clad only in my white lace bridal undergarments. Three identical gasps echoed in the room.

“Fuck,” Levi breathed, his hands gripping my waist.

“Stunning,” Liam added, his gaze slowly traversing my form from head to toe.

Lucas remained silent, but the intensity radiating from his eyes communicated everything. He stepped forward first, his hand cupping my cheek before he pulled me into a profound, passionate embrace. His tongue swept into my mouth, a claiming, possessive exploration.

As Lucas and I were locked in this kiss, Liam moved behind me, his lips finding the tender spot where my neck met my shoulder. His breath ghosted past the mark there, sending a shiver through me. Simultaneously, his hands unfastened my bra, sliding it away and discarding it. Levi knelt before me, his mouth trailing scorching kisses along my abdomen, descending lower.

Three sets of hands, three ravenous mouths – all devoted entirely to my bliss. I was submerged in a wave of sensation, incapable of discerning whose touch belonged to whom as they moved with flawless synchronization.

Lucas broke our kiss, his forehead resting against mine as he regained his breath.

“To the bed,” he instructed softly.

They guided me back to the immense bed, custom-crafted to accommodate all four of us. Liam assisted me in lying down in the center, arranging pillows to cradle my head. Levi crawled between my legs, his eyes fixed on the final barrier separating him from his deepest desire.

“These must come off,” he declared, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties. He drew them down with excruciating slowness, revealing me by degrees.

Lucas took a spot by my head, his fingers weaving through my hair as he lowered himself for another kiss. Meanwhile, Liam knelt at my side, his hands cradling and caressing my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, hardening them into peaks.

“Perfect,” he breathed, replacing one hand with his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue against my sensitive flesh elicited a cry, the sound lost in Lucas’s possessive kiss.

Levi settled himself between my thighs, his breath hot against my core. “I’ve been dreaming of this all day,” he declared, his voice thick with longing. Then his mouth found me, his tongue exploring with practiced skill.

I pulled away from Lucas’s kiss with a gasp, my back arching from the bed. “Levi!”

“That’s it, baby,” Lucas urged, his fingers gently stroking my cheek. “Let us hear you.”

Liam lifted his head from my breast, his gaze locking with mine. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered softly, before moving to claim my neglected nipple between his lips.

The sensations were almost too much—Levi’s skillful tongue between my thighs, Liam’s mouth on my breast, and Lucas’s fingers now tracing my lips before slipping inside for me to suck. Three distinct rhythms combined their efforts to drive me mad.

Levi joined the fray, sliding one finger inside me while his tongue continued its insistent exploration. I moaned around Lucas’s fingers, my hips instinctively lifting to meet Levi’s movements. When he added a second finger, curling them to strike the precise spot, I felt the tension rapidly escalating.

“That’s it,” Lucas murmured, his eyes intently studying my face. “Let go, Hazel. Come for us.”

Liam’s free hand found mine, lacing our fingers together as he sensed my approaching climax. His thumb stroked my knuckles soothingly, a tender gesture amidst the tempest of passion.

“We’ve got you,” he breathed against my skin. “Always.”

Levi quickened his pace, his fingers thrusting deeper while his tongue moved with rapid flicks. The combined sensations of all three of them touching me, loving me, propelled me over the brink. My body convulsed, then shattered into waves of pleasure so intense I struggled to breathe.

“That’s my girl,” Lucas praised, his eyes dark with pride and raw desire as he witnessed my complete surrender.

I was still trembling from the aftershocks when Levi crawled up my body, his mouth glistening. He captured my lips in a fierce kiss, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he growled against my mouth.

As he pulled back, I saw the three of them exchange knowing glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Lucas nodded once, then Liam offered a smile.

“How do you want us?” Lucas inquired, his voice husky with barely restrained desire.

I looked between them—my husbands, my mates—their bodies taut with need, all awaiting my response. The night was merely beginning, and my body already craved more.

“I want all of you,” I affirmed, my voice gaining strength. “Show me what it means to be yours.”

Levi’s answering grin was wickedly mischievous. Liam’s eyes shone with both tenderness and fierce heat. And Lucas—my usually serious, composed Lucas—finally allowed his guarded facade to crumble, revealing the potent hunger beneath.

“With pleasure,” he vowed, moving to position himself directly above me, his powerful form caging mine beneath him.