Resisting the Alpha Triplets by Cara Anderson

Ch. 94 Conspiracy

Mallory’s POV

Colton rolled me onto my side and propped a pillow under my top leg, bending it at the hip to spread me open for him. He entered me from behind, fucking into me brutally. With his fist in my hair, he wrenched my head back to take my mouth in a filthy, dirty, open -mouthed kiss.

I reached over my head to tug at his short blond strands, intent on locking him in place.

“You love it when I wreck this tight little cunt, don’t you baby?” His lips still brushed mine, as if he wasn’t willing to separate from me even to speak

I just gripped his hair tighter and moaned into his mouth in response, slamming my hips back to meet his thrusts. It was rough and raunchy. The sounds of flesh slapping filled the room. And I loved every minute of it.

Something changed between Colton and I when he marked me, completing our bond. Having a direct line to another person’s soul came in handy. Suddenly, he could feel that he wasn’t going to break me, that I wanted him to stop treating me with kid gloves and take what he needed from me. And I could feel that he loved me so completely, so irrevocably, it made me feel safe to trust him with my heart and my body.

And fuck did the man know how to use my body. He fucked like a wild animal, my heat calling to the beast inside him. But through it all, I could still feel his tenderness, his reverence for me.

“The shower is-, what the fuck? Again?” Clay had gone to start the shower for us and came back to find his brother rutting me again.

“Another pang.” Colton grunted by way of explanation. “Had to help her.”

“It’s been four fucking days.” Clay complained on my behalf.

My heat had been severe and all my mates nearly crumbled every time a wave hit me and my body shuddered in pain. We had thought it was fading so Cary had gone to make some food and Clay had offered to help me clean up. Thankfully Colton had stayed with me or I would have been curled in a ball, a miserable, sobbing mess.

“Let’s go, little Omega.” Colton was undeterred, banding his arm around my waste and lifting me up with his cock still throbbing inside me.

He set me on my feet under the warm stream and braced my arms against the tiled wall, then clutched my hips in a bruising grasp and pounded into me , again.

Clay stepped in behind us but quickly insinuated himself between me and the wall. His large hands enveloped my face, fingers massaging my scalp while his thumbs caressed my cheekbones. His gentle, licking kisses were a direct contrast to his brother’s savage impaling.

“I’m sorry, little wolf. We shouldn’t have left you.” The deep remorse in Clay’s whispered apology made me whimper.

“S-okay. Thought I was done, too.” I managed between thrusts.

“Can I help?” He asked and I nodded enthusiastically. “Turn her around Colt!”

Colton continued to pump into me but his pace slowed. I could see he and Clay were having a silent conversation over my shoulder. The wicked grin that spread across Clay’s face at whatever they’d agreed on sent a fresh wave of delicious anticipation running through me.

Clay pulled me into his chest, effectively dislodging Colt’s cock, and flipped me around. He lifted me up as Colt stepped into me, pulling my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

“Reach down and put my cock in your dripping hole, little one. “Colton ordered.

Of course I obeyed, but not without a little teasing first. I stroked his shaft in my wet hand, squeezing the tip on every pass, until he growled at me. He spanked me, but not hard, making me giggle which earned another impatient growl. Finally, I notched his plush head at my entrance and sunk down on his thick length with a satisfied moan.

“My turn” Clay murmured in my ear, his hands trailing up and down my sides, teasing my breasts.

He reached beneath me, sliding his fingers through my folds and circling the place Colton and I were joined, collecting the copious slick pouring from me. Two slick-coated fingers abruptly penetrated my back hole, fucking my ass gently in short, scissoring strokes. The next thing I knew, he was slipping his fat cock inside.

My ass had been fucked so thoroughly by each of them over the past few days, little preparation was needed at this point. So it didn’t take Clay long to work all the way in. But with the two of them fully seated inside me, I felt like I might explode.

“So full! Fuck, yes!” My head fell back on Clay’s shoulder as they both plowed into me.

“You like that little wolf?” I knew Clay expected and answer but I was too far gone.

“Mmmhmm.” I managed to nod.

“Words, little wolf!” He smacked my ass, making me jolt.

“Y-yes.” I moaned.

“Yes, what?” He demanded.

“Um, what was the question?” I raised my head from Clay’s shoulder, looking to Cotlon for help but he just smirked.

“Oh, you are in so much trouble, little Omega.” He grinned evilly.

Clay tipped my chin back to look at him then murmured against my lips.

“You’re being a naughty little mate, aren’t you? Your Alphas are working so hard to give you indescribable pleasure and you can’t even answer one tiny little question.” His voice was cool but playful affection pulsed through the bond.

“Maybe you should spank me.” I taunted.

He just snarled and took my mouth in a punishing kiss. I was so lost to his kiss and the perfect way Colton’s cock dragged over my g-spot at this angle, my orgasm snuck up on me.

I rocked my hips between them, enjoying the sublime feeling of being stuffed full of their cocks. Clay reached around to finger my swollen clit, forcing unintelligible sounds to spill from me. Then as one, they dipped their heads to my neck and sunk their fangs into their fresh marks.

My soul escaped my body as I screamed in pleasure. Every cell sang with ecstasy as my orgasm rocked through me. Both holes clenched so tight, spasming around their cocks, that both men stilled, grunting as they erupted inside me.

“Fuck, you’re sucking the life outta my cock, little wolf.” Clay ground out, shuddering behind me as his orgasm continued to wrack through him.

“So Goddess damn perfect.” Colton praised through gritted teeth.

My head fell forward on Cotlon’s shoulder as we all panted through the aftermath. My jaw clenched as he and Clay gently withdrew from my well- used pussy and ass. I walked on my own power since my heat started but I was beginning to wonder if I would be able to manage it, as sore as I was.

Feeling eyes on me, my head snapped up to see Cary standing outside the shower with an inscrutable look on his face and a fluffy towel in his outstretched hands, waiting to wrap me up. How long had he been watching us?

“Fuck me.” He grumbled, then yanked open the shower door and snatched me away from his brothers.

He walked with me to the vanity and set me on the counter, drying me gingerly from head to toe. He helped me slip into some comfy sleep shorts and pulled one of his t-shirts over my head, then lifted me in his arms again.

“I made you some pancakes and eggs, darling.” He said softly.

“Thank you!” I beamed up at him then leaned in for a kiss.

He kissed me so tenderly at first, then turned up the heat, licking at the seam of my lips and slipping his tongue inside. We kissed until we were both breathless, and when I pulled back, he was looking at me like I hung the moon. I pressed one more soft kiss to his luscious lips because I couldn’t help myself.

“I love you, Cary. Thank you for taking care of me.” I told him, earning a proud smile.

Cary sat me in his lap in the kitchen and fed me bites of pancakes, refusing to let me feed myself. Clay and Colton joined us but he snarled at them any time they tried to get close to me. I ran my hair through his curls, massaging his scalp soothingly and let him know through our bond that I was right where I wanted to be.

After four days of non-stop sex, it felt so good to share a moment of peace with my mates. Then a thought occurred to me.

“We were out of groceries before we left for Hazelwood. Where did you get the ingredients for this breakfast?”

“Oh, our moms brought groceries and a few meals by the first night of your heat.” Clay shrugged. “You didn’t think one of us cooked what we fed you in between rounds did you?”

I blushed furiously, because yeah, that’s exactly what I thought. And it was beyond embarrassing to think Luna and my mother were here during any of that. I didn’t remember much but I remembered that none of us were particularly quiet. How was I ever going to face them again?

“Darling, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Heats are natural for she-wolves.” Cary seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. “Besides, they probably saved our lives. You were insatiable those first few days. None of us could have left you long enough to do the shopping or cook a meal. We would have died of starvation and dehydration.”

“If that was meant to make me feel better, it failed epically. I don’t want to even think about my mother hearing my sex sounds.” I buried my head in Cary’s chest shyly.

“I happen to love your sex sounds, little Omega.” Colton chimed in.

“So do I, little wolf.” Clay agreed, “In fact, they’re my favorite sounds in the world.”

“Mmhm.” Cary concurred. “I love them so much, I want to hear them every day,”

My face was beet red and they were doing it on purpose. I could tell by their identical amused expressions. I hid my face in my hands but Cary pulled them away under the guise of feeding me more pancakes.

His hand froze mid air, the fork with a speared piece of pancake hanging an inch from my mouth. A knock on the door had us all taken aback, wondering who would be brazen enough to interrupt Alphas whose mate was in heat.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I’ll get it.” Colton restrained a growl as he shoved his chair back and stomped from the room.

Muffled words were exchanged as we all strained to listen but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. The confused looks on Clay and Cary’s faces said they were just as clueless. It wasn’t until Colton returned with an envelope in his hand and wearing a stricken expression that I knew something was very wrong.

“What is it?” Clay barked irritatedly in an attempt to hide his concern. But I could read the fear in his eyes.

“We’ve been summoned to appear before the council to answer for Quade’s death. They are accusing us of conspiracy.”