The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate-Chapter 71: Mating Fever

​Scarlett’s POV

​I wanted to pull away. I wanted to remind him of the sisters, of the betrayal, and of the two years he had spent watching me scrub floors without saying a word. But the moment our lips met, the world outside the door ceased to exist.

​Zoe was no longer just howling; she was roaring, her consciousness merging with mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and the wolf began. It was exactly like the old stories the elders used to whisper—about the "Mating Fever" that took hold when fated pairs were kept apart for too long. The impatience of our wolves had reached a breaking point, and they were finally taking what belonged to them.

​I found myself gripping the hem of my own shirt, my fingers trembling as I guided Liam’s hands to the fabric. I wanted it gone. I wanted every barrier between us destroyed. Liam didn’t need a second invitation. With a guttural growl that vibrated against my chest, he hauled me closer, his large hands working with a frantic, feverish speed to rid me of the clothes Ethan had bought.

​"Scarlett," he choked out against my mouth, his breath hot and ragged. "I can’t... I can’t stop. Zoe... she’s calling for him."

​"I know," I whispered, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. I reached for the waistband of his training pants, my heart thundering so hard I thought it might burst.

​We were both losing it. Every touch felt like a bolt of lightning; every brush of his skin against mine sent a wave of agonizing pleasure through the bond. The cut on his head was still bleeding, a smear of red staining my shoulder as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, but neither of us cared. The pain was just more fuel for the fire.

​He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he backed me toward the bed. Liam hovered over me, his eyes no longer green but a glowing, golden yellow—his wolf was at the surface, staring directly at Zoe.

​"You’re mine," he rasped, his voice dropping into a deep, husky tone that made my entire body hum. "Not his. Never his."

​I didn’t answer with words. I pulled him down, my teeth grazing his lower lip as I arched into him. Liam’s hands were everywhere at once, hot and demanding as they mapped the skin he had only been allowed to watch from afar for two years.

​He moved down my body, his breath a scorching trail against my skin. When his head dipped between my thighs, I let out a broken sob, my fingers tangling in his damp hair. The sensation was overwhelming—a primal, electrical current that made my back arch off the mattress. He was worshiping me in a way I never thought possible, his tongue and lips finding the core of my desire with a lethal precision that had me seeing stars.

​"Liam," I gasped, my voice thin and desperate.

​He didn’t stop. He let out a low, vibrating hum against me, and I felt a single finger slide inside. It was just one, but it felt like a bolt of lightning, grounding me to the bed while my mind floated in a haze of golden light. At the same time, his other hand moved upward, his thumb and forefinger teasing my breast, his mouth following soon after. The dual sensation of him sucking on my nipple while his finger moved inside me was too much.

​Driven by a sudden, primal need to be on top, I grabbed his hair and hauled him up. I flipped us with a burst of adrenaline, shoving him back against the pillows. I straddled him, my knees pinning his arms down for a second before I sat back, my wet entrance sliding directly over the length of him.

​There were no clothes left. There was just the slick, searing heat of him rubbing against me. He was huge, pulsing with every beat of his heart, and the friction of his cock dragging against my clit as I rocked had me seeing stars. I threw my head back, my hair spilling over my shoulders, and ground my weight down into him.

​Liam’s eyes were no longer green; they were a terrifying, glowing gold. His wolf was right there, snarling behind his teeth. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers bruising my skin as he jerked his pelvis upward, trying to force the penetration our wolves were screaming for.

​"Let him in, Scarlett! Sink!" Zoe roared in my head, her consciousness clawing at mine. She wanted him to rip through that final barrier, to fill the ache that had been hollow for two years.

​I felt the tip of him catch against me. He was right at the edge of taking me completely. Liam’s muscles were hard as steel; his face looked like he was in pain from holding back. He wanted to thrust. He wanted to claim me so deeply the whole pack would smell him on me for weeks.

​"Scarlett... please," he choked out, his voice a jagged, guttural ruin. "I can’t...I’m about to lose control," he growled. "And when I do... I won’t stop."

​I was fighting it. My hands were flat on his sweaty chest, pushing back even though my lower body begged to drop. I kept rocking, the pleasure driving us both to the edge of madness, but I didn’t let him sink in. I was shaking, my muscles jumping with the effort, while the tip of him teased the very opening of my body.

​The rubbing was so good it hurt. Every time I rocked forward, his cock dragged against me, sending a jolt of raw electricity straight to my brain. I threw my head back, a broken, messy sound tearing from my throat as my hair swept over his knees.

​He was massive, pulsing against my entrance with a life of his own. I could feel the slick wetness coating both of us, making every slide even more dangerous.

​"Sink, Scarlett! Now!" Zoe was a heavy weight in my head, clawing at my control. She wanted the stretch. She wanted the fullness. She wanted the mark that would make me his forever.

​Liam’s face looked as though he were being tortured. His neck was tight, the veins popping as he fought the urge to roll me over and bury himself in me.

​"Scarlett... fuck," he wheezed, his voice sounding as if it had been shredded. He reached up and tangled his hand in my hair, pulling my face down to his. "I’m going to lose it. I’m going to rip through you if you don’t stop me."

​I didn’t stop. I leaned down, my breasts heavy and sore as they brushed his chest, and nipped at his jaw. I was dazed, my body acting on a hunger that had been rotting inside me for two years. I ground myself against him, feeling the head of his cock twitch and jump. He was begging for entry.

​I was teasing the very edge of a cliff. The tip of him was right there, pushing against me, ready to break the seal. I could feel his heat and his size. For a split second, I wanted to let go. I wanted to feel him tear through me.

​But as my hips dipped lower, a loud, sharp sound came from the hallway. Someone pounded on his door.

​Liam stiffened under me. His hands locked onto my waist, and the golden glow in his eyes flickered. But he didn’t pull away. He stayed right there, buried against my entrance. We were both shaking, fighting the urge to finish what we had started.

​"Don’t move," he hissed. His voice was a terrifying growl as he stared at the bedroom door.