The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate-Chapter 12: In-between My Legs
Scarlett’s POV
I tried to push his shoulders, to find some strength to fight him off, but my body was a traitor. The moment Leo’s lips touched mine, a fire ignited in my blood that I couldn’t put out.
He didn’t care about my protests. He moved lower, his mouth finding the sensitive peak of my breast. When he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, I felt a sharp, electric jolt shoot straight between my legs. I tried to swallow my moan, but it broke free, sounding small and desperate in the quiet room.
"Leo... please," I gasped, my fingers digging into his thick hair. I didn’t know if I was telling him to stop or to never let go.
He ignored me, his eyes dark with a hunger that terrified me. His hand slid down my stomach, the silk of my dress fluttering to the floor in rags. He reached the lace of my panties and didn’t bother sliding them off—he simply hooked his fingers and tore them apart.
I felt the cool air for only a second before his warm hand replaced it. He found my center, already dripping and swollen, and shoved a finger deep inside me.
"Ah! Leo!" I cried out, my head hitting the door.
He was stretching me, moving his finger with a brutal, rhythmic pace while his mouth stayed busy on my breasts. He licked and bit at my skin, marking me as his own. I couldn’t understand what was happening. Tonight, the brothers were like animals. First Leon in the woods, then Liam’s kiss, and now Leo—but this felt different. It felt like he was trying to claim every inch of me.
My knees buckled, my legs shaking so hard I could barely stand. Leo felt me weakening and dropped to his knees.
I gasped, my head thumping back against the wood of the door as Leo forced my legs apart. The power in his arms was undeniable; he held me pinned as if I were made of glass and he were made of iron. I looked down, my vision blurring, and saw the dark crown of his head dipping between my knees.
The heat radiating from him was a physical weight. My breath hitched, caught in the back of my throat, as I watched him move toward the most private part of me. I wanted to close my eyes, to hide from the shame of how much I wanted this, but I couldn’t look away.
When I felt the first brush of his hot breath against my inner thigh, a violent shiver raced up my spine. He didn’t rush. He took his time, his nose grazing the sensitive skin, inhaling my scent as if it were the only thing keeping him alive.
When his tongue made contact, I screamed into the empty room and had to cover my mouth with my hand.
It was raw. It was intense. He licked me with long, deep strokes, his tongue swirling around my clit until I was sobbing. The sensation was too much—I was a virgin, and my body was being introduced to a pleasure so sharp it felt like pain. He drank me in like a dying man, his finger still buried inside me, working in perfect harmony with his mouth.
I was soaking him, my juices coating his face as I lost all control. My hips bucked against him, my hands clutching the back of his head, forcing him closer. I didn’t care about the past. I didn’t care about my parents or the pack. All I wanted was for him to keep going until I shattered.
"Leon! I’m... I’m going to—"
"Not yet," he growled, his voice vibrating against my wet skin. He suddenly pulled back, leaving me hanging on the edge of a cliff, my body throbbing and desperate for the release he had just snatched away.
I let out a broken sob, my hips twitching forward instinctively, begging for his mouth to return. But Leon stood up, his tall frame looming over me. He looked down at me, his face smeared with my moisture, his eyes glowing with a dark, triumphant light.
He didn’t reach for his belt. Instead, he grabbed the scrap of the blue silk dress he had torn from my body. He stepped behind me, forcing me to face the door, and used the silk to tie my wrists together. He pulled the knot tight—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me I was his prisoner.
"You’re too loud, Scarlett," he whispered in my ear, his hands sliding down to cup my breasts. He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs flicking over my aching nipples. "We wouldn’t want the other servants to hear how much the ’traitor’s daughter’ loves the Alpha’s touch, would we?"
He pushed me forward so my forehead pressed against the cool wood of the door. Then, he reached for a small candle on my nightstand. It wasn’t lit, but the wax was soft. He didn’t use heat; he simply used the blunt end of the candle to trace the line of my spine, then lower, dragging it over the sensitive skin of my entrance, which was still dripping for him.
The feeling of the smooth, cold wax against my burning heat made me gasp. He was teasing me, poking and prodding at my most sensitive spots but never giving me what I needed.
"Leon, please," I begged, my head lolling to the side. "It hurts... I need..."
"You need what?" he hissed, his hand suddenly replacing the candle, his palm flat against my pussy, grinding hard in a slow, circular motion that made my knees buckle. "You need me to finish you?"
He leaned down and bit the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder, right on the pulse point. He sucked hard, intentionally leaving a dark, purple mark that no dress could hide.
"There," he murmured, his voice full of cruel satisfaction. "Now, even when you’re dressed, everyone will know you’ve been handled. You’re going to carry my mark all week, Scarlett."
He started to move his hand faster, his fingers slick with my own cum, rubbing my clit with a sudden, intense pressure that had me seeing stars. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and hauled me across the room, shoving me toward the small, cracked mirror hanging over my washbasin.
