Mated to the Triplet Alphas Chapter 145: Hungry For More

(Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)

Our lips met in a collision fueled by a desperate hunger that stole my every breath. Against the cold porcelain of the sink, Leo’s body pressed me, his tall frame consuming all the space in the suddenly claustrophobic small bathroom.

“Leo,” I managed between gasps as he finally allowed me air. “What are you—”

“No need for pretense, sweetheart,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice thick with undeniable desire. “You’ve been practically vibrating where you sat throughout dinner.”

A flush crept up my neck. “The triplets are just on the other side of the door.”

A roguish grin spread across his lips. “Doesn't that just amp up the excitement, hmm?”

With a grip on my waist, he effortlessly lifted me to perch on the sink's edge. A startled squeak escaped me, and his finger promptly silenced my lips.

“Shh,” he cautioned, his eyes alight with pure mischief. “Unless you’re eager for your other mates to catch an earful of precisely what we're doing in here.”

My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs as Leo positioned himself between my thighs. The intimacy of our bodies pressed flush together in the confined space was potent. His hands trailed up my sides, the fabric of my shirt soon following.

“Arms up,” he commanded, his tone gentle.

I faltered, a sudden shyness overcoming the heat that simmered beneath my skin. “This is… this is our first time.”

Leo's expression softened for a fleeting moment. “I know. And I vow to make it unforgettable for you.”

His tenderness was a surprising balm, but it vanished as swiftly as it appeared, replaced by that familiar, teasing smirk.

“So, are we going to continue this conversation, or will you allow me to demonstrate my capabilities?”

I raised my arms, allowing him to slide my shirt over my head. The abrupt coolness of the air raised goosebumps across my bare skin. Leo’s gaze intensified, darkening as it swept over me, clad only in my bra.

“Exquisite,” he breathed, almost as an afterthought.

His fingertips traced the delicate lace edging of my bra, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. A stifled moan escaped me as his thumb brushed against my nipple through the thin material.

“Recall how I guided you with those vegetables earlier?” Leo whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “Gentle, yet firm.”

To illustrate, he gently squeezed my breast, his touch perfectly embodying his words—gentle, yet firm. A soft whimper broke free before I could contain it.

“A bit too loud,” he admonished, though a spark of satisfaction glinted in his eyes. “What would your triplets think, hearing you moan for me like that?”

The mere thought of Lucas, Liam, and Levi just beyond the bathroom door sent a dangerous, forbidden thrill coursing through me. This was madness. It was utterly reckless. Yet, a part of me refused to halt this progression.

Leo’s hands moved to the waistband of my shorts, his touch deft as he released the button. “Lift your hips.”

I complied, enabling him to pull down both my shorts and underwear in a single, fluid motion. The unexpected chill of the porcelain against my newly bared skin elicited a gasp.

“Now for the truly enjoyable part,” Leo murmured, his hands gliding up my exposed thighs. “Remember our discussion about timing? About waiting for that perfect moment when things are already heating up?”

His fingers ascended further, tantalizingly close to the spot I craved, yet stopping just short. I shifted, attempting to guide his hand to where I desperately wanted it.

“Patience,” he chided softly, echoing his own earlier instruction. “The most rewarding things often require a wait.”

“Leo,” I pleaded, beyond caring how my desperation sounded.

He finally relented, his fingers finding my core. I gasped at the immediate contact, my head tilting back against the cool mirror.

“Already so slick for me,” he remarked, his thumb circling my clit with practiced expertise. “I’ve barely touched you.”

My hips instinctively arched against his hand as pleasure began to build. Leo’s other hand moved to cover my mouth just as a moan threatened to escape.

“Remember our location,” he warned, his voice strained with his own intense effort of restraint.

Faint sounds of laughter drifted from outside—the triplets, still engaged at the dinner table, blissfully unaware of the clandestine activities unfolding mere yards away. This knowledge should have spurred me to stop, but instead, it amplified every sensation.

Leo abruptly withdrew his hand, leaving me with a sudden, aching emptiness. Before I could voice my protest, he was unbuckling his belt, lowering his pants just enough to grant him release. The sight of him, hard and ready, instantly dried my mouth.

“Are you absolutely certain about this?” he inquired, a rare flicker of genuine concern cutting through his usual sarcastic demeanor.

“Yes,” I breathed, reaching for him. “Please, Leo.”

He stepped closer, positioning himself at my entrance. Our eyes met and held as he began to push forward slowly, filling me inch by exquisite inch. A slight burning sensation accompanied the stretch, but the feeling of being fully possessed was overwhelming.

“Fuck,” Leo hissed once he was completely buried within me. He remained still for a long moment, acclimating to the sensation. Impatiently, I tightened around him, eliciting a rough groan from his throat. “You feel… perfect.”

He commenced to move, each thrust measured yet profoundly deep. The sink protested with a groan beneath our combined weight, prompting Leo to place a steadying hand on the wall behind me.

“Not a sound,” he reminded me, his other hand covering my mouth once more as the intensity of pleasure threatened to make me cry out.

With each powerful thrust, he quickened his pace, striking a precise spot within me that sent dazzling bursts of light erupting behind my eyelids. I tightly gripped his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin, even through his shirt.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered huskily, urging me on. “Take all that you need.”

Leo lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck. His teeth lightly grazed the area where a mate mark would typically be, causing my entire body to stiffen with burgeoning anticipation. For a heart-stopping moment, I believed he was about to claim me.

However, he abruptly pulled back, a fleeting, unreadable expression crossing his eyes.

“Not yet,” he murmured, the words seeming more for his own ears than mine.

This denial left me feeling a profound sense of frustration, even as waves of pleasure continued to build within me. Every time Leo’s lips returned to my neck, he would tease the spot with his canines, yet never fully bite down. The torment of being brought to the brink of release only to be withheld was maddening.

“Leo, please,” I pleaded, unsure myself what exactly I was begging for anymore.

Yet, he seemed to understand my unspoken desires. His hand slid between our bodies, finding my clitoris once more. The double stimulation was intensely overwhelming, propelling me rapidly toward the precipice.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his fingers expertly circling the sensitive nerve cluster. “But do it silently. Not a sound, Hazel.”

The challenge glinting in his eyes was the final push I needed. I pressed my face into his shoulder, attempting to stifle my cries as overwhelming waves of pleasure coursed through me. Internally, my walls contracted tightly around him, pulsing around his length.

Leo’s rhythm faltered as my climax seemed to trigger his own. His teeth clenched, his jaw visibly tight with the effort of remaining silent as he found his own release deep within me. For a fleeting moment, his forehead rested against mine, our ragged breaths mingling in the intimate space between us.

Then, his lips brushed against mine in a surprisingly gentle kiss, a stark contrast to the earlier intensity of our union. This tender gesture felt almost more intimate than our previous act.

“Worth the wait?” he inquired, the familiar hint of sarcasm returning to his voice, though now softened by the lingering euphoria.

Before I could formulate a response, a sharp knock on the door caused us both to freeze.

Leo’s eyes met mine, a playful, wicked smile spreading across his face as he gave one final, deep thrust, still buried within me. My breath hitched in my throat as a fresh spark of pleasure jolted through my already hypersensitive body.