Resisting the Alpha Triplets by Cara Anderson

Ch. 34 Never Was

Clay’s POV

“Tell me!” I barked the order when Mallory admitted she’d been touched before.

Irrational anger swept through me at knowing someone had taken what belonged to me, her first rush of pleasure when two thick fingers slipped inside her. I knew it was hypocritical of me to have expected her to be totally unclaimed, having had my share of women before her. But fuck, it ate me up inside and I felt Cary struggling with the same jealousy.

“Who touched you, Mallory?” Cary demanded, his shoulders heaving with every labored breath as he fought to contain his beast.

“N-, Nathan.” Mal stuttered his name. “But only once. The day I told him I kissed you.”

“Of course he did!” Cary ground out angrily. “You’d think he’d be angry but instead, after a year of dating, he finally decided to pleasure you.”

“He was angry though. He-, he spanked me first.” She admitted.

Blinding, white-hot fury coursed through my veins, burning me alive and turning my vision red. I wanted to be the one to turn that creamy skin of her sweet little ass red under my palm. Me! No one else!

For me, obtaining submission, exerting that dominance over a partner was the pinnacle of a sexual encounter, an experience I wanted to share with my mate. I hated that she’d ceded that control to another man, submitted to him when it should only be me!

“Clay!” Cary called my name, a warning in his tone.

The haze cleared from my eyes to find Mallory watching me warily, all the nervous energy of a prey facing down her predator. I hated that I’d scared her. I wanted her willing submission, not her fear.

“”It’s okay little wolf.” I purred, trying to calm her. “We’re not angry with you. Cary and I want something we know we have no right to, but we want it all the same. All your firsts, all your pleasure. But I still want your submission, my love. I need it.”

“Tell me.” She stated simply, using my own words to draw out the explanation she needed. My clever little wolf.

“I won’t spank you. At least not today. Because when I make you come for the first time, I want to see your beautiful face. Eyes on me, love. No matter what my brother does to those gorgeous nipples. No matter how hard I make you writhe against my hand, you keep your eyes on mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She answered mockingly, a small smirk on her face.

Oh, I was going to enjoy watching that smirk disappear as I reduced her to a writhing, moaning wreck. She had no idea she’d just poked the bear but she was about to find out.

I stroked her inner thighs, drawing lazy circles with my thumbs as I rubbed higher and higher. Cary was doing the same to her nipples. Eliciting the most beautiful little whimpers I’d ever heard. Her hips were already squirming, her clit swollen and needy for my touch.

“Shh, darling.” Cary hushed her. “We know what you need and we’ll always give it to you.”

“Now! I need it now.” She whined, music to my ears.

“Not yet.” I stated flatly, continuing to take my time while acting completely unaffected by her pleas.

I ran my fingers along her slit, marveling at the slick coating them.

“Fuck, we’ve barely started and she’s already drenched. Look how wet she is for us, brother.” I offered my hand for his examination.

Cary’s eyes drifted from my dripping fingers to her glistening pussy, and the slick running down her legs. Mallory arched her back, pushing her tits into his hands as he tugged her tight little peaks sharply, his only outlet for the craving riding him.

A deep groan escaped him when she wiggled her hips against his aching cock. But when I shoved my slick- covered fingers into my mouth, noisily sucking them clean, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, so drunk with lust.

I ran one finger up her seam, dragging it lightly over her throbbing clit before dragging it away again. After several passes, her wanton moans turned to a desperate keen as her need continued unsated. Her eyes pleaded with me to give her more, to satisfy the need for release rising to a boiling point inside her.

“So responsive. So perfect.” Cary whispered praises as he kissed everywhere his lips could reach, still pinching and rolling her hardened buds between his fingers.

“Oooh!” Mallory uttered an almost relieved moan as I slipped one thick finger inside her tight hole.

“Fuck, baby! So tight.” I gritted out, a tingling pleasure settling at the base of my spine as I imagined how my cock would struggle to fit inside her.

Mal’s eyes sparkled with lust as she met my finger thrust for thrust, chasing something that would be just out of reach until I chose to give it to her. But what she didn’t know was that her pleasure was our pleasure too, that we burned with need for her, that by denying her we denied ourselves.

“Clay! Cary! Goddess, please!” She screamed as I added another finger, stretching her to accommodate the impossibly tight fit. “Fuck!”

“That’s it, little wolf. Scream our names!” I encouraged, my cock pulsing against my stomach at the sound of my name on her lips.

I wanted to hear her scream my name in pleasure as I brought her to orgasm over and over again for the rest of our lives. She was all I wanted, all I needed, my perfect little wolf. I had no hope of ever expressing to her what she meant to me but damn if I wouldn’t die trying.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whimpered incoherently, so close but yet so far from the climax bearing down on her. Suddenly, denying her release was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to feel her explode around my fingers, to see the ecstasy on her face and know I put it there.

“Are you ready to come for us, darling?” Cary asked, seeming to want the same.

“Yes! Please, yes!” She cried I curled my fingers inside her, increasing my pace as I stroked her velvet walls. Her channel pulsed around me with the first tremors of her orgasm. My thumb circled her clit, gradually increasing pressure until she was grinding roughly into my touch.

“Keep your eyes on me!” I reminded her as her eyes became hooded with pleasure. They immediately opened wide and when I knew I had her full attention, I ordered her release. “Come now, little wolf!”

I pinched her clit just as Cary pinched her nipples, sending her whole body into an explosion of pleasure.

“Fuck!” She screamed as her cunt clamped down on my fingers like a vice.

Her face flushed beautifully and her eyes held so much bliss as she looked back at me. Our names tumbled from her lips over and over as I continued fucking her while she rode out her orgasm. Then, when she finally went limp in his arms, Cary turned her head and crashed his lips into hers like he’d been dying of starvation and her taste was all he craved.

Mallory’s hand came up to stroke his jaw, then tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as their tongues tangled together passionately. She’d allowed me the privilege of being inside her and I knew Cary deserved his moment of intimacy with her too. But as I watched them devour each other, I selfishly wished it was my kiss she hungered for that way.

No sooner had that thought entered my head when she reached for me, pulling me in close. They broke apart and her lips immediately sought mine, easily coaxing me to the same steamy exchange. Fuck! I would never get enough of her!This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Mallory ran her hand down my chest, over my abs, coming to rest over my cock. I could feel it twitch under her palm, aching for her touch. But when she gave it a squeeze, I knocked her hand away.

“Not tonight, little wolf.” I grunted, pushing through the painful need for her.

“But you didn’t, don’t you want me to?” She stammered.

“Oh we want.” Cary confessed. “But tonight was just about you. Let us have that privilege, to make you the center of all our attention.”

“What we just did was so fucking incredible. You were perfect, baby! Everything we could ever want. We don’t need anything else.”

“O-, okay.” She mumbled sleepily.

“Are you okay, love?” Cary checked in with her, laying her on her back and adjusting the pillows under her head.

He stretched his body out along the length of hers and brushed her hair back from her face, looking adoringly into her eyes.

“Mmm. Better than okay.” She breathed out. “I feel weightless, boneless.”

He chuckled at her response, knowing that was exactly what we’d hoped to achieve.

“I’ll be right back.” I murmured, heading into the bathroom for a washcloth.

Mal’s eyes were closed when I returned but snapped open when she felt me begin to clean between her legs.

“Wh-, oh.” She mumbled as I stroked her sensitive pussy with the warm cloth, reveling in the way her hips twitched with tiny aftershocks as I rubbed over her still swollen clit.

I tossed the rag aside and laid down beside her, pulling her onto my chest while Cary moved in closer behind her.

“Sleep little wolf.” I purred.

It didn’t take long for her breath to even out as she slipped into a deep, restful sleep.

“That was amazing.” Cary whispered.

“I hope she accepts our bond. Something tells me it won’t be that easy. She was hurting, confused, and we helped her tonight. But she’s strong. And when she’s ready to face her past, that will also mean facing the way we’ve treated her. That doesn’t just go away because of a mate bond.

I’m not sure she can forgive us.” I confessed my fear.

“She has to!” Cary said adamantly. ” But whether she does or not, there will never be anyone else for me.”

“There never was for me.”