Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 54

Ashley pov

I don’t hold back from bringing my hands to Everett’s hair and running my fingers through the strands.

This feels too real, too intense to be just a fantasy, but I brush the thought aside and give into the moment.

His strong hands travel over my body, gripping me as if he’s afraid I might disappear if he doesn’t hold onto me the right way.

And the sounds, Goddess, the sounds that leave him are downright sinful. In the heat of the moment, both of our minds are clouded by the passion we share, so much so that I realize he has guided me to lay down on the grass only when Everett starts undressing me.

I know it’s wrong, deep down, I don’t even fully want this, but I can’t give up on the chance either. Every kiss, every touch, every moan and whispered word - all of that has me in some invisible gip that I can’t let go of myself.

“God, you’re beautiful, so fucking perfect for me,” Everett mutters as he starts tracing kisses over my jawline and down my neck.

I can’t hold back the whimper that escapes me, instantly missing the warmth of his lips on mine.

“So fucking perfect,” he repeats again.

His words hit me hard. Like a knife that has been held aimed at my heart for my entire life and finally, it has reached the target and pierced right through it.

Tears well up in my eyes and while I try to hide how emotional his words are making me, I can’t stop the sob as my tears overflow.

Everett doesn’t stop kissing my skin until he traces his lips back up my neck, over my jaw and finally, where I need them the most - on mine.

“What’s wrong, baby? Tell me what’s wrong, I swear I’ll give up half of my forever just to fix it and see your beautiful smile again,” he mutters, in between the kisses.

I give into the sensations the kiss provides, for a moment, forgetting the weight on my chest and the pain that keeps on returning. While I enjoy how gentle and careful he is with me, again, I start crying, even harder than before.

“Tell me what’s wrong, I’m here for you, baby,” he repeats again.

I can’t even tell him that all this is what makes me emotional. Given my past, I’ve never thought anyone could deem me perfect, if only in my fantasies, so I force myself to tell him exactly that.

“I’ve never been perfect for anyone, never thought I could be,” I whisper against his lips as I wrap my arms around his neck, fearing he might break out of this weird spell and become his usual self again.

The chuckle that leaves him is light hearted, warm and in a way, encouraging. He presses his lips against mine again, just a quick peck, and pulls back to look into my eyes. “But you are, Goddess, you are. So damn perfect for me. I will repeat this for the rest of my days, scream it at the top of my lungs and talk everyone’s ears off with this, if only it will make you feel better. But for now, surrender yourself to me, give your pain to me and let me make it go away. Let me take care of you. Let me help you forget.”

I swallow. Hard. But I also nod in agreement. Only the Goddess knows how much I want him to make me forget the past and focus on the present.

A sinister grin appears on his lips right as the sound of tearing fabric echoes through the forest. “First, let’s free you of these,” Everett laughs and is just about to rip off the rest of my clothes when suddenly, a crisp ringtone breaks the spell and my eyes fly wide open.

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I’m back in the classroom, sitting like a deer caught in headlights, my cheeks burning with a newfound fury as I realize the intensity of my fantasy.

Despite my initial fear, the rest of the class seems to not have noticed my inner turmoil, happily discussing their own experiences with their peers.

“Well, this is the end of the class. Let’s work on the rest during our next class, okay? If you find a moment to practice, I’ll hand out some bonus points for the effort. Class dismissed,” the Professor announces, grabs his book from the desk, waves his goodbyes and leaves the class.

My eyes scan the faces until they focus on the triplets, who have suddenly appeared in the room. I swear, they weren’t there when the class started.

I’m just about to get up and approach Everett, because damn it, I want to know if he was actually present in my fantasy and now knows my truth, but before I can get to it, Anno grabs my hand and drags me away from the classroom.

“Move your legs, dreamer, we will be late for the dinner call. No way I’m eating the leftover pizza ever again. Yuck,” he laughs and starts walking faster, not letting go of me.

I really don’t want to discuss the details of my experience for now, so I remain silent and follow his lead.

Thankfully, while we eat, Anno is too immersed in describing his fantasy experience so I don’t have to share mine.

Even later, after we’re both done eating and walking towards my new home, Anno still keeps recalling details about his unicorn land, which is as funny as relieving.

However, while I wholeheartedly enjoy Anno’s exciting story, deep down, I wonder if this experience will somehow affect the relationship with the triplets I have for now. I don’t want any of them to know the truth, at least not yet.

I’m so stuck in my thoughts that I realize that we have arrived home only after Anno unlocks the door and lets out a heavy groan before announcing that he needs a shower.

“Yeah, I need one too. I feel beat,” I mutter, excusing my behavior to tiredness, which he actually buys.

“Good idea. Get some rest, new day, new me and all that,” Anno chuckles and disappears inside the bathroom.

But, I don’t do the same. Instead, I enter my room, close the door and collapse on the bed, mentally replaying the mad day over and over again. I seriously fear the fantasy wasn’t just that and I might have made the biggest mistake in my life.

Sure, only time will tell, but for now, these thoughts are enough to offer me an amazing, sleepless night. Damn it.