Fated to the Triplet Alphas-Chapter 66: Aftermath
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Chapter 66
~Jade’s POV~
It was morning when I woke up...
The first thing I did when I woke up was reach for my phone out of habit, my hand sliding across the space beside me before I realised there was no bedside table on that side of the bed, which was larger than my actual bed.
I blinked slowly, still half trapped between sleep and reality, and only when the unfamiliar ceiling settled into focus did everything come rushing back.
Xavier’s room.
My stomach flipped. I shifted slightly under the duvet, intending to roll onto my side, but a sharp ache shot through the most intimate part of my body and forced a soft groan from my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut as heat flooded my face.
Memories crashed into me all at once. The living room, the way Xavier had kissed me like he had been starving, Xander’s hands, Xade’s mouth against my neck, and then...
Them standing around the bed completely naked.
My breath hitched just remembering the sight of them. Their bodies had been unreal, carved and broad and overwhelming, but what had completely stunned me were the thick, nine-inch lengths pointing directly at me. The image alone was enough to make my pulse quicken all over again.
I swallowed and pressed my lips together, recalling how each one of them had taken their time with me, how I had thought I would break from the intensity of it all.
I had never imagined my first time would be with three men, let alone three Alphas who knew exactly how to make me come apart beneath them.
Heat crawled down my neck at the thought of how many times I came undone on their dicks while riding the high with them.
My fingers tightened into the duvet. "Oh God," I whispered, equal parts mortified and stunned.
A low, amused sound echoed in my mind.
"You are blushing," Javelin pointed out lazily.
"I am not."
"You absolutely are. And you enjoyed every second."
I covered my face with one hand. "You are not helping."
"You liked when Xavier—"
"Stop."
"And when Xander lifted you. Angling your ass in the air to take you deeply..."
"Javelin," I called her name in a warning tone, daring her to keep talking. And she did.
"And when Xade held your neck while fucking you so hard..."
"I will shut you out."
Her laughter lingered before she finally retreated, still smug.
I carefully pushed myself upright, moving more slowly this time. The soreness was real, undeniable, but beneath it was something else. A strange, lingering warmth. A fullness that had nothing to do with pain.
My gaze swept across the room. It was empty. The side of the bed that had held two large, warm bodies last night was cold now.
Two?
Yes, I recalled waking up barely and noticing Xavier wasn’t on the bed, but I was too drained to figure out why.
My brows pulled together. "They left?"
A strange flicker of disappointment moved through me before I could stop it. I bit my lower lip, remembering how protective they had been after everything. How Xavier had cleaned me gently despite looking like he was barely holding himself together.
How Xander refused to let go of my hand. How Xade kept brushing my hair away from my face like he needed to make sure I was still there.
The bedroom door opened before I could think further. I immediately yanked the duvet up to my chest as Xavier stepped inside.
His hair was slightly damp, and he wore nothing but low-sitting dark sweatpants. His chest was bare, broad, and solid, and my gaze betrayed me by dropping for half a second before I forced it back up.
He noticed. Of course he noticed seeing the slow, knowing smile that curved his lips, those delicious lips that...
I shook the thought away before I created another situation between my legs.
"Good morning." Xavier’s voice was calm and entirely too relaxed.
I tightened my grip on the duvet.
He tilted his head slightly. "I have seen everything, little mate. I do not think hiding from me now will change that."
My throat went dry.
It was one thing to remember what happened. It was another to have him stand there looking at me like nothing had changed while everything inside me felt completely altered.
"I am trying to preserve what little dignity I have left," I muttered.
His smile widened as he walked toward the bed and sat beside me without hesitation.
"You surrendered that last night," he said lightly.
My eyes widened. "I did not surrender anything."
He raised a brow.
"You begged," he corrected gently.
My face burned so hot I thought I might combust. "I refuse to acknowledge anything I said after the first orgasm."
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "That removes a significant portion, if not the best portion, of the night."
I groaned and buried half my face in the duvet again.
He reached out and gently pulled the fabric down just enough to see my eyes. His thumb brushed against my cheek in a slow, absentminded stroke that made my breath falter.
"How do you feel?" This time, his tone was serious. I shifted slightly and winced before I could stop myself. Xavier’s expression sharpened immediately. "Sore?"
"Yes," I admitted.
"Regret?"
I met his gaze fully. "No."
The answer came without hesitation. Something in his eyes softened at that, something relieved and almost grateful.
"Good," he murmured.
I swallowed before asking the question that had been lingering. "Where are the others?"
"In the kitchen," he studied my face before adding, "arguing."
"About what?"
"About who made you come the hardest."
I stared at him, waiting to see him crack a laugh and call it a joke, but Xavier’s face remained stoic. "They are not."
"They are."
I covered my face again. "I cannot deal with this."
His hand slid to the small of my back beneath the duvet. "You will have to," he said calmly. "You belong with us now."
My pulse skipped at the certainty in his tone. Last night had been overwhelming, intense even, but nothing about it was wrong. Not even the thought that I had been fucking my professors and...
At the realization, my eyes went wide. My head snapped up to look at Xavier. "School! What is the time? I need to leave before I get late for school."
Xavier did not look the least surprised as he dipped his hand into his sweatpants pocket and brought out his phone, then turned the screen to face me.
"9:58 a.m., you’re late."
