Mated to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Missed Your Touch

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

“Hazel...”

There was warning in his voice, but I didn’t care. After everything that had happened—finding out about Leo being my fourth mate, the chaos, the confusion—I needed something real. Something that would ground me.

I tugged Lucas closer until he was forced to sit on the bed beside me. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered, reaching up to trace the strong line of his jaw with my fingertips.

“You need to rest,” he said, his voice strained as he caught my wandering hand. “You’re still healing.”

I shook my head. “What I need is you.”

Lucas’s eyes flashed gold momentarily. “Hazel, be reasonable.”

“I am being reasonable,” I countered, moving closer to him. “I’m tired of being treated like I’m made of glass. I want to feel something other than confusion and fear.”

His jaw tightened as I pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “Your pregnancy—”

“Is fine,” I assured him, my lips curving into a smile against his skin. “I’m pregnant, not sick. Besides, I know that you won’t hurt me.”

When he still hesitated, I pulled back to look him in the eyes.

“Lucas, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.” I guided his hand to my breast, letting him feel my rapidly beating heart. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

A groan escaped him as his resolve visibly weakened. “If I hurt you—”

“You won’t,” I whispered, leaning in to brush my lips against his. “You’ll be gentle. You always are when I need you to be.” noveldrama

That was all it took. With a low growl, Lucas captured my mouth with his, kissing me with a hunger that had been held back for too long. His hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping past my lips to taste me.

“Goddess help me,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve missed you,”

I smiled, triumphant. “Then show me.”

Lucas’s eyes darkened, and in one swift movement, he stood and crossed the room to lock the door. The decisive click of the lock made me giggle.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, stalking back toward me like a predator.

“Just imagining the look on Liam and Levi’s faces when they find the door locked,” I replied, my laughter fading as I watched him pull his shirt over his head, revealing the chiseled planes of his chest and abdomen.

The door was thin, and a werewolf’s sense of hearing and smell wasn’t to be underestimated. They would surely know what’s going on even before they reached the door.

“They’ll get over it,” Lucas said, his voice low and possessive as he rejoined me on the bed. “Right now, you’re all mine.”

His mouth found mine again, more demanding this time, as his hands began to explore my body. His touch was careful but heated as he eased me onto my back, his weight pressing me gently into the mattress.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he whispered against my skin as his lips traced a path down my neck.

“Does teasing me count?” I cheekily retorted, arching up as his hands slipped under my shirt, his warm palms skimming over my ribs to cup my breasts.

He grinned at my words.

My nipples were sensitive from the pregnancy, and I gasped as his thumbs brushed over the hardened peaks through the thin fabric of my bra. Taking his time, Lucas pushed my shirt up and over my head, his eyes darkening at the sight of me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, lowering his head to press a reverent kiss between my breasts. “Even more so now that you’re carrying our child.”

The tenderness in his voice made my heart swell. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, guiding his mouth to my breast as he unhooked my bra with practiced ease.

When his lips closed around my nipple, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teeth grazing lightly, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

“Lucas,” I breathed, my body already thrumming with need.

He switched to my other breast, giving it the same thorough attention while his hand slid down my stomach to the waistband of my pants. With a swift tug, he had them undone and was sliding them down my legs along with my underwear.

The cool air against my heated skin made me shiver, but Lucas’s warm hands were already moving back up my thighs, spreading them gently to accommodate him between them.

“I want to taste you first,” he said, his voice thick with desire as he settled between my legs.

My breath hitched as he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, working his way higher with agonizing slowness. When his mouth finally found my center, I gripped the sheets, my back arching off the bed.

Lucas knew exactly how to touch me, his tongue circling my most sensitive spot before dipping lower, tasting me with appreciative sounds that vibrated against my flesh. One finger slipped inside me, then another, curling expertly to find that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Lucas,” I gasped, my hips moving against his mouth as the familiar tension built inside me. “Oh god...”

He doubled his efforts, his fingers pumping steadily as his tongue worked magic against my clit. It didn’t take long before I was shattering, my first orgasm washing over me in waves as I cried out his name.

But Lucas wasn’t done. As I lay panting, trying to catch my breath, he moved up my body, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue.

“That was just the beginning,” he promised, his voice husky as his fingers continued their gentle assault, keeping me on the edge.

I fumbled with the button of his jeans, desperate to feel him. “I need you inside me,” I pleaded.

Lucas helped me push down his jeans and boxers, kicking them off before positioning himself between my thighs again. The hard length of him pressed against my entrance, hot and ready.

“Are you sure?” he asked one last time, searching my face.

“Absolutely sure,” I replied, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.

With excruciating slowness, Lucas pushed into me, stretching me deliciously as he filled me inch by inch. We both moaned at the sensation.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, holding still once he was fully seated within me. “So tight, so perfect.”

He began to move, his thrusts shallow and careful at first, watching my face for any sign of discomfort. But there was none—only building pleasure as he hit that spot deep inside me with each stroke.

My nails dug into his back as he gradually increased his pace, his control evident in the tightness of his jaw and the careful precision of his movements. One of his hands slid between us, finding my clit again, circling it in time with his thrusts.

“Lucas,” I moaned, feeling another orgasm approaching rapidly. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promised, his eyes locked on mine as he drove me toward the edge. “Come for me again, Hazel. Let me feel you.”

His words pushed me over the precipice, and I came undone around him, my inner walls pulsing as pleasure coursed through me. Lucas groaned, clearly fighting his own release as my body gripped him tightly.

But true to the serious, controlled man he was, Lucas didn’t falter. Even as I rode out my second climax, he maintained his rhythm, adjusting slightly to hit a new angle that had me gasping anew.

He leaned in close and pressed a kiss to the center of my throat, causing me to writhe against him in pleasure.

“I’m not done with you yet.”