Resisting the Alpha Triplets by Cara Anderson

Ch. 62 Unexpected

Mallory’s POV

I woke up the next morning to the sound of water tinkling from the rainfall showerhead in the attached bathroom. Whoever was showering had left the door open just a crack. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and padded to the door only to stop dead in my tracks. Because damn! The sight that greeted me was mouthwatering.

Cary stood under the water, suds sliding down his body as he rinsed his shoulder-length blond curls. The man was ripped in all the right places, slab upon slab of solid muscle. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, biting back an appreciative moan as my eyes followed the arrow of his v-line all the way to the impressive member between his powerful thighs.

“Fuck.” I groaned to myself, my core aching with the memory of his thick length inside me.

“Are you going to stand there and drool or are you going to join me?” Cary’s deep voice made me jump and he chuckled at me.

“I wasn’t drooling!” I was totally drooling.

But despite my aggravation at being caught blatantly ogling, I scurried to join him, dropping the thin sheet I’d wrapped myself in and scooting inside the clear glass shower door.

Wearing a smug smirk at my enthusiastic response, Cary pulled me under the stream of warm water, pressing our bodies together and dipping his head for a toe-curling kiss. Our tongues danced together lazily as the water streamed over our heads, the slide of our wet skin providing a delicious friction.

His suddenly iron hard cock pulsed between us, throbbing against my belly. And again, the thought of him shoving inside my wet heat, the exquisite stretch of my pussy around his thick girth, had slick trickling down my thighs as my arousal perfumed the small, enclosed space.

Without warning, Cary wrapped my leg around his waist and pushed inside me, a satisfied growl rumbling in his chest once he was fully seated. A loud moan escaped me at the extreme feeling of fullness but he swallowed it down, refusing to release my lips.

A full minute passed while I waited for him to move. A whine built in my throat and I attempted to rock my hips, needing to feel the drag of his plush head over my sensitive walls. But Cary sank his fingers into the soft globes of my ass, holding me still.

“Shh. Let me savor you. Your cunt feels like heaven around my cock.” He murmured against my lips before diving back in for another kiss.

I lost myself in his taste, fighting the urge to squirm in his grasp, to beg him for what my body demanded. But my rebellious cunt refused to play nice, tensing around his cock without my permission. When Cary’s little grunts and groans increased with the fervency of his kiss, I knew he was nearing his limit.

“Fuck!” He finally broke. “I can’t-, you feel too fucking good. So tight.”

The rest resembled more of a frenzied assault than making love, Cary impaling me on his stone hard shaft, the lewd sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the tile walls. He released my ass to grab a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back roughly, sucking savagely on my neck as he continued pounding into me.

“Oh Goddess, Cary! Right there.” I cried, my clit tingling with every pleasurable thrust.

“That’s right! Come for me, mate! Come all over my cock.” Cary’s voice was gravelly, Roan making his presence known.

Neither of us were going to last long after the torturous minutes of denied pleasure he inflicted on us. I was already there and the string of curses spilling from his lips told me he was too. I wound my arms around his neck and held on while he battered into me, then we tumbled over the edge together.

My head fell forward, my teeth biting into his shoulder as he fucked me until my shuddering pussy stilled. Then he thrust into me one final time, his seed warming my insides.

“Fuck, Mal!” He groaned in my ear, panting through his release.

Cary seemed in no hurry to pull out, both of us reveling in the connection while resting our heads together and catching our breath. His hand was still tangled in my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp and sending relaxing tingles down my spine.

“That was…” I trailed off but he rushed to fill in the blank.

“Incredible, amazing, sensational, fucking fantastic!”

“I was going to say ‘unexpected’ but sure, those work too.” I laughed.

“It’s not just the sex, you know. It’s everything about you. You are amazing!” He extolled, taking on a serious tone.

My eyes found my feet in a heartbeat. I was in the middle of an identity crisis that made accepting praise a near impossibility. And after our conversation the night before, Cary wisely chose not to push the issue.

“Where is Clay?” My face heated, suddenly realizing he wasn’t there and embarrassed I hadn’t asked sooner.

He responded with a noncommittal hum, distracting me with lathering shampoo in my hair. But I wasn’t going to be so easily diverted.

“Cary?” I pressed.

“He didn’t come home last night.” He finally answered with a heavy sigh. ” That’s actually why I’d already gotten out of bed. I need to find him so we can talk.”

“Oh.” I replied, feeling a little guilty for our interlude. “I’m sorry I sidetracked you.

He caught my chin with his soapy palm, forcing me to meet his eyes. They held affection and a deep concern, probably for his brother, but no admonishment for me.

“Hey! Never hesitate to take what you want from me and never apologize for it. Just like I’ll never apologize for always making you my priority. Especially not when it comes to my brother because I know he would do the same. Besides,” he leaned in to whisper conspiratorially, “I’d tell my own grandma to piss off for a chance to be inside your sweet little pussy.”

“Carrington Collins!” I gasped, adopting a scandalized expression. ” You would never! Not Grandma Rose!”

“Oh, I promise you I would!” He swore, drawing a cross over his heart.

We both dissolved into a fit of laughter, the mood effectively lightened. But as the amusement waned, the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach returned, worried for Clay and what his prolonged absence might mean.

Cary must have sensed my growing unease because he turned me around before moving me under the water to rinse the conditioner from my hair. He obviously wanted to look me in the eye when he spoke.

“Listen, darling, Clay had a rough night. I could feel it through our bond. But I can also feel that he’s okay so I don’t want you to worry. He wouldn’t want that either, okay?”

“I hate that the three of you are fighting because of me. I can’t help but feel guilty knowing things would be fine between you if I hadn’t gotten in the way.” I admitted.

“Things weren’t fine. Colton had already made choices for the three of us he had no right to make; We were always going to end up here.” He said, helping me out of the shower and wrapping me in a fluffy towel.

“What do you mean? What choices?” I frowned at my own curiosity, hoping I hadn’t overstepped.

“Darcy.” He deadpanned, then shook his head in frustration. “Clay and I were definitely not on board with making her our Luna. We always knew we were meant to share a mate and have only one Luna. When he asked her to be his chosen mate, he didn’t consult us, just assumed we would be on board.”

“So you and Clay were never interested in Darcy?” I hated how insecure the question sounded but still had to ask it.

“Never.” He said, tipping my face up to peck my lips. “Neither of us were attracted to her. But even if we had been, we only wanted our fated mate as our Luna. At least we did until the day you came home. Then all that changed. You were all we wanted. Fuck fate!”

“But I am your fated mate.” I reminded him.

“Exactly!” He flashed me a self- satisfied smirk. “But my point is, you aren’t responsible for any bad blood between us. Colton is. So please don’t blame yourself.”

“I promise I’ll try.” It was the most I could offer. “Can I come with you to get Clay?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, love. You heard what that rogue said. Until we can figure out how Alpha Quade is getting his information, I think it’s best if you stay inside pack territory. I’ve kind of already enlisted someone to keep you company.” A dark shadow of apprehension crossed his face as he spoke.

“What? Who?” I raised an eyebrow in question, still standing there in my towel while Cary pulled on a tight black tee and gray sweatpants.

I was seriously contemplating the ramifications of shredding the offensive garments for covering his heartbreakingly gorgeous body when he said the last thing I expected.

“Um, Nathan is coming to stay with you while I’m gone.” He answered as if he was confessing a crime.

I fixed him with an incredulous stare. He voluntarily called the man I had yet to officially break up with to come stay with me so I wouldn’t be alone? That move reeked of desperation. Was he really that afraid something could happen to me in the safety of the packhouse walls?Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“What aren’t you telling me, Cary? I’m not stupid enough to go anywhere alone and I don’t need a babysitter!” My voice ramped up along with my agitation. “What has you so worried you would leave me alone with him?”

“Mallory, that’s not what this is about.

I swear! I’m just trying to be a nice guy here. I know Nathan wants to see you and I know the two of you need to talk. I thought it would be good for you to have a chance to do that with your mates out of the way. If Clay and I were here, I couldn’t promise we’d be able to leave you alone with him.”

“You still could have asked me. I haven’t even had a chance to think about what to say to him.” I griped, still a little irritated.

Cary’s phone dinged and he snatched it off the dresser to read his message, a strained grimace on his face.

“Speak of the devil.” He grumbled under his breath before plastering on a forced grin. “Nathan is here. I’ll let him know you’ll be down in a minute on my way out.”

He kissed my cheek and practically sprinted for the door before I could complain again, leaving me no choice but to face the man whose heart I was about to break.

Knowing this conversation was coming, knowing Nathan deserved to hear me say the words didn’t make it any easier. I wanted to crawl back under the covers and hide like the coward I was but that wouldn’t be fair to him. It was time to put on my big girl panties and deal with the consequences of my actions.

Nothing could just be easy in my life. I just had to go and screw over the perfect guy for the triplet Alpha-holes. Fucking Goddess-damned mate bond!