Mated to the Triplet Alphas

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

His lips crashed against mine with a hunger that stole my breath. My back pressed against the cold porcelain sink as Leo's body caged me in. The small bathroom suddenly felt even smaller with his tall frame filling every inch of space around me.

"Leo," I gasped when he finally let me breathe. "What are you—"

"Don't play coy now, sweetheart," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with desire. "You've been squirming in your seat all through dinner."

Heat flooded my cheeks. "The triplets are right outside."

A wicked smile curved his lips. "That just makes it more exciting, doesn't it?"

His hands slid down to grip my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the edge of the sink. I squeaked at the sudden movement, and he pressed a finger to my lips.

"Shh," he warned, eyes glinting with mischief. "Unless you want your other mates to hear exactly what we're doing in here."

My heart hammered against my ribs as Leo wedged himself between my thighs. The position was intimate, our bodies pressed flush together in the cramped bathroom. His hands skimmed up my sides, taking my shirt with them.

"Arms up," he commanded softly.

I hesitated, suddenly shy despite the fire burning beneath my skin. "This is our first time together."

Leo's expression softened marginally. "I know. And I promise to make it good for you."

His gentleness surprised me, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by that familiar sarcastic smirk.

"Now, are you going to keep talking, or are you going to let me show you what I can do?"

I lifted my arms, letting him pull my shirt over my head. The cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps across my flesh. Leo's gaze darkened as he took in the sight of me in just my bra.

"Beautiful," he muttered, almost reluctantly.

His fingers traced the edge of my bra, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. I bit my lip to hold back a moan when his thumb grazed my nipple through the thin fabric.

"Remember how I showed you to handle those vegetables earlier?" Leo whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Gentle but firm."

To demonstrate, he squeezed my breast, his touch exactly that—gentle but firm. A whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"Too loud," he admonished, though his eyes glinted with satisfaction. "What would your triplets think if they heard you moaning for me?"

The reminder that Lucas, Liam, and Levi were just outside sent a forbidden thrill through me. This was insane. This was reckless. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to stop.

Leo's hands moved to the button of my shorts, deftly popping it open. "Lift your hips."

I obeyed, allowing him to tug my shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. The cool porcelain against my bare skin made me gasp.

"Now for the fun part," Leo murmured, his hands sliding up my now-naked thighs. "Remember what I said about timing? About waiting until things are sizzling?"

His fingers inched higher, stopping just short of where I needed him most. I squirmed, trying to guide his hand where I wanted it.

"Patience," he chided, echoing his earlier lesson. "Good things come to those who wait."

"Leo," I pleaded, past caring how desperate I sounded.

He finally relented, his fingers finding my center. I gasped at the contact, my head falling back against the mirror.

"Already so wet for me," he remarked, circling my clit with expert precision. "I barely had to touch you."

My hips bucked against his hand as pleasure built within me. Leo's free hand came up to cover my mouth when a moan threatened to escape.

"Remember where we are," he warned, his voice strained with his own restraint.

Outside, I could hear faint laughter—the triplets, still at the dinner table, completely unaware of what was happening just yards away. The knowledge should have made me stop, but instead, it heightened every sensation.

Leo withdrew his hand suddenly, leaving me aching and empty. Before I could protest, he was unbuckling his belt, shoving his pants down just enough to free himself. The sight of him, hard and ready, made my mouth go dry.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, a rare moment of genuine concern breaking through his usual sarcasm.

"Yes," I breathed, reaching for him. "Please, Leo."

He stepped closer, positioning himself at my entrance. Our eyes locked as he pushed forward slowly, filling me inch by delicious inch. The stretch burned slightly, but the fullness was exquisite.

"Fuck," Leo hissed when he was fully seated within me. He paused there for a minute, getting used to the sensation. I clenched around him in impatience, drawing a rough groan from his throat. "You feel perfect."

He began to move, each thrust careful but deep. The sink creaked beneath us, and Leo placed a steadying hand on the wall behind me.

"Not a word," he reminded me, his other hand covering my mouth again as pleasure threatened to make me cry out.

His pace quickened, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through his shirt.

"That's it, sweetheart," he encouraged, his voice a rough whisper. "Take what you need."

Leo dipped his head, his lips finding my neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot where a mate mark would go, and my entire body tensed with anticipation. For a breathless moment, I thought he might actually do it.

Instead, he pulled back, a flash of something unreadable in his eyes.

"Not yet," he murmured, more to himself than to me.

The denial left me frustrated, even as pleasure continued to build within me. Each time Leo's lips returned to my neck, he would graze the spot with his canines but never bite down. It was maddening—being brought to the edge only to be denied.

"Leo, please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore.

He seemed to understand, though. His hand slid between our bodies, finding my clit again. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing me rapidly toward the edge.

"Come for me," he commanded, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "But silently. Not a sound, Hazel."

The challenge in his eyes pushed me over the edge. I buried my face against his shoulder to muffle my cries as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My inner walls clamped down on him, pulsing around his length.

Leo's rhythm faltered as my release triggered his own. His teeth clenched, jaw tight with the effort of staying silent as he found his completion within me. For a moment, his forehead pressed against mine, our labored breaths mingling in the small space between us.

Then his lips brushed mine, surprisingly gentle compared to the intensity of our coupling. The tender gesture felt almost more intimate than what we'd just shared.

"Worth the wait?" he asked, that familiar sarcasm creeping back into his voice, though it was softened by the lingering pleasure.

Before I could answer, a knock on the door made us both freeze.

Leo's eyes met mine, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he rolled his hips once more, still buried deep inside me. My breath caught in my throat as pleasure sparked through my oversensitive body.