Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 16

Ashley pov

“Ash,” Ethan’s voice comes out hoarse, pained even, as he hovers over me and his eyes find mine.

I could look into those blue, stormy mirror eyes for the rest of my days. The depth in his gaze, the understanding and acceptance are wild.

His hand sneaks around my neck and fingers slide into my hair, grabbing a fistful and suddenly tugging me closer. A gasp escapes me just seconds before his lips collide with mine.

The kiss starts slow, intense, yet meaningful and soon, Ethan deepens it, his lips assaulting mine with such passion, I become dizzy. When his tongue thrust inside my mouth, it makes me feel like he’s trying to taste every bit of me he can reach.

This is no ordinary kiss, he is trying to devour me - take me over so completely, I don’t have thoughts, feelings and instincts. Nothing but him. Without him, I might as well be nothing.

When we pull apart, he smiles at me, rather shy. Just as a light blush covers his cheeks, someone clears their throat, but we’re both so engrossed in each other, we don’t pay attention. I can’t look away, I can’t let this moment end. Not now. It’s too soon.

“Ash, I’m not the only one who deserves a taste of you. Let them accept them too,” Ethan whispers.

At first, I don’t understand what’s going on. “Ethan, what?” I ask, my voice finally my own, not that of the man I’ve been pretending to be.

Before Ethan can explain what he meant, I feel more hands on me, rough, heavy touches, just as greedy as Ethan’s grip on me.

Looking around, I realize we aren’t alone anymore. Everett and Elias have joined us, both looking down at me with the same hunger in their eyes as Ethan’s.

I try to grab something, to cover myself up and hide my body, but the growl that escapes all three of them stops me in my tracks. I freeze under their gazes.

“Don’t,” Elias warns.

“We deserve as much as Ethan does, you can’t give him everything and leave us with nothing, Ash. This isn’t how things work with us. We’re triplets, remember? We used to share a womb and now, we share everything up to this day. Including our partners. If Ethan gets to have you, so do we. There’s no other way with us.” Everett explains.

I glance back at Ethan, completely taken aback by his brother’s demands.

“They’re right, Ash. We always share, and now, we intend to share you too. Don’t deny us. I know you’re just as crazy about us as we are about you.” Ethan mutters and lowers his lips to my neck.

He pays no mind to his brothers, grabbing me anywhere they can reach as Ethan’s lips slowly trace kisses from my neck, down to my breasts.

My breath hitches as his tongue runs over my nipple, first licking it and then, trapping it between his teeth. A low, loud growl forms in Ethan’s chest as he lowers his body on top of mine, getting himself comfortable between my legs.

As soon as he starts grinding himself against me, I can’t think straight anymore. Even simple actions like these are driving me crazy, overtaking my mind and senses.

At this point, all of them can do whatever they want to do to me - I won’t protest, I won’t question their intentions and actions. Nothing. I’m but a piece of clay in their hands, one they can shape and mold into whatever they desire me to become.

“You’ve gotten enough, it’s my turn,” Everett’s voice breaks through the haze for long enough for me to notice how Ethan’s weight is nearly ripped off me and it’s replaced with a heavier body.

The man on top of me is heavier, like a wall built of nothing but muscle and his kisses are more intense.

Everett kisses me like a starving man - one that has waited his entire life for this moment - and his hands grab at me more roughly too.

I feel like he is everywhere, touching me so deep, he can reach my soul.

Then, his weight leaves me and I can’t stop the whine that leaves my lips. I want to feel them - all of them. Their greedy touch, their desperate kisses, their possessive lips on my skin, hear the need in their voices.

I’m a lost cause, completely taken by the emotions, the bond that pulls me towards them - everything none of them probably feel. I’m the fool, stuck in a loop of something none of them wants to exist, but for this once, only now, I don’t want it to stop.

Just as my eyes flutter open and I wonder why I don’t hear the voices around me, I find Elias on top of me. Like they are taking turns, just feeling, touching and kissing me.

But unlike his brothers, Elias takes everything a step further. His big hand explores my body and slowly slides from my breast down to between my legs.

My breath hitches as he palms my pussy and growls. The next moment, his lips are on my neck, sucking and nibbling the area where their mark is supposed to be left - one of ownership and a promise to never leave.

Call me desperate, but that’s what I want. I want the mark, I want their promise to stay, I want to have them by my side even without really knowing any of them. That’s the blessing and curse the Goddess gives us - to love someone unconditionally without knowing them at all. To fall for a stranger.

I don’t recognize my own voice as I make sounds so guttural, they send my mind into a frenzy as Elias slides his finger inside me.

I’m not sure what it is - the action or the sound, but suddenly, everything stops. Not only I and they do, but also, seemingly time does.

Elias pulls away from me as if I burn his skin. The lust and desperation in their eyes is gone, replaced by deep-rooted hatred.

“What?” I whisper the question, looking around for anything that might have gone wrong, but there is nothing.

The shift happens so fast, it doesn’t hit me at first. At least, until I notice the disgust on their faces.

“This is our mate?” Elias snarls first?

“No mate of mine would whore herself out to three men she doesn’t even know.” Everett adds.

My heart breaks into pieces while tears stream down my cheeks. It’s hard, but I look at Ethan, half hoping at least he wouldn’t give up on me. Even Elias and Everett look at him, waiting for his input.

Ethan licks his lips and shakes his head. “Not my mate. Mine wouldn’t pretend to be someone she isn’t just to get my trust and betray me like this. I know she wouldn’t. My mate is somewhere out there, waiting for me to find her, definitely not playing the role of a boy to get close to me for some ulterior motives. My mate isn’t a sick psycho.”

“You heard that, mutt. We don’t want you,” Everett adds, nothing but pride lacing his words.

If I listen, very carefully, I can hear the last bits of my heart exploding in my chest. I place a hand over it and let out an inhumane scream of pain.

And that wakes me up. My heart is hammering in my chest, sweat covers my forehead and tears stream down my cheeks.

I look around to see everyone still sleeping. The storm still rages inside, so even if I screamed out loud, at least I didn’t wake any of the guys up.

My eyes zero in on triplets, sleeping soundly. For a moment, I just watch them in silence, letting my mind and heart calm down a little.

Thankfully, the insane experience is nothing but a dream, yet I think it was needed. It’s a reminder that I need to be more careful and friendship with those men wouldn’t bring me any good. It’s best if I keep isolating myself. Catching feelings would only cause pain.