The Triplets' Rejected Disabled Mate Chapter 91

Catherine POV

The soft knocking and sad whimpering shook me awake, and my eyes flew open.

I pulled my body into a sitting position. For a moment, I was unsure where I was, but that was until I heard the soft snoring coming from next to me.

A small smile followed on my lips. Colt stayed with me all night, and he was still peacefully sleeping next to me.

I sighed.

It was an emotional roller-coaster the last couple of hours, and I wished to never feel that heartbroken again.

My gaze moved toward the door. I was sure I heard someone knocking.

Did I dream it?

Did I imagine the knocking?

I laid back, looking at the time—it was just after two a.m.

I guess I must have been dreaming.

When the second round of knocking on the door came, I was sure that I wasn't dreaming.

Who would be so bold as to wake anyone up at this time?

Fear sprouted through me, as the only thing I could think of was that the pack must be under attack.

"Colt," I called. "Colt, wake up. There is someone at the door. Colt?"

"Wh-what?" He asked sleepily.

"There is someone at the door!" I whispered-shouted at him. "You need to find out who it is. Colt!" I said, shaking him.

I knew he was already awake. Colt wasn't a deep sleeper, not like Sam and Grey.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm up," he said, moving the blankets away from him and getting to his feet.

He stretched his body and yawned before strolling off towards the door.

I couldn't help but appreciate his body. Mine was wrapped around his torso a couple of years ago.

Bits and pieces of the scene flashed before my eyes, soaking my underwear again.

My core and my breath hitch, recalling the scene where I unbuckled and unzipped Colt's pants in the bathroom.

I slowly dropped his pants on the floor, leaving him in his underwear.

His cock had already hardened, and a huge, juicy bulge waited for me inside.

My fingers moved over his underwear, feeling the dampness where his precome had leaked out.

Colt watched me curiously.

I wanted to see all of Colt, and I grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned it from the bottom up, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses where I could reach.

Damn, his body was rock-hard.

My hands traveled over his beautifully crafted abs up to his chest, teasing them.

My fingers grabbed hold of Colt's boxer waistband, and he gasped as I teasefully moved my fingers between the waistband and his body.

I peeked up at Colt. His eyes were dark and full of lust.

I cheekily smiled at him, dropping his boxers and grabbing hold of his member, pushing him into my mouth.

Colt hissed out of pleasure, throwing his head back and moaning.

I pumped and sucked on his huge cock, tasting the salty, warm precome.

He must be close.

I wanted to push him over the edge.

I pressed harder and more urgently; I wanted to hear and see him find his release.

"Oh, baby," Colt moaned. "That feels so f*cking good."

It was our first time alone, and I wanted to make it memorable and end this day with something good.

Even if it meant Colt needed to ride the sadness right out of me.

Colt suddenly looked down and smiled, touching the side of my face tenderly.

"I want my release inside you," he said.

Colt carefully pushed the wheelchair backward, turned the chair around, and lowered himself.

He pulled my shirt over my head and admired my bra for a second.

"If you wear things like that around me, they're not going to last long," he warned. "I love lace..."

That sent a shiver down to my core, and my p*ssy clinched, soaking my panties.

Colt lifted me off the chair, carried me bridal style to the bed, and set me down.

I admired how his huge, rough hands could work so tenderly.

Before I knew it, he had me out of my pants and only in my black lace underwear.

"Goddess, you smell so good," he said, moving down to my p*ssy. "I could just eat you!"

Before I could stop Colt, he had shredded my panties, and they were lying in pieces on the floor.

"You don't need those anymore," Colt said, his voice turning huskier.

Colt didn't give me a second to argue when his finger moved through my slit and down into my entrance.

I gasped at the foreign feeling, and a moan escaped my lips.

Colt pulled his tongue through my slit, sucking up the juices. Then he started playing around my sweet spot and pumping me with his finger.

Another moan escaped my lips when he added a second finger inside me, stretching me to take his huge cock.

"You are so tight for me, baby," he said. "Are you ready?"

I nodded my head, and Colt flipped me over, pulling my ass into the air.

He was supporting my body with one of his hands.

"I love your behinds," he said, spanking my ass and moaning out in pleasure. "We don't see your ass often."

Colt pushed his rock-hard cock at my entrance and moved it up and down my slit.

"F*ck, that feels good!" I moaned.

"Not as good as this," he said, pushing his whole shaft inside me.

I moaned his name as he trusted me inside, riding me from behind.

Colt pulled me up against his chest, giving him access to my nape.

His trust became harder, more calculated, and more dominant. He scraped my neck with his canines, breaking the skin.

"Mark me," I whispered. "Make me yours."

Colt lashed onto my nape, sucking and biting as he increased his speed. I was already close. I was shivering.

Colt bit down hard, finding his release as he pumped his dick deeper into me, pushing me over and him finding his release.

He carefully set me down and laid down next to me.

I turned to look at him.

He had this huge smile on his lips.

"What?" I asked.

"You know that if we keep this up, you will fall pregnant," he said.

"Do you want pups?" I asked, brushing my hand over his cheek. I was already hot and bothered, and I wanted to feel him between my legs again.

"I do," he said. "I'm just not sure how you feel about that."

"It's Sam," Colt said, breaking my chain if I thought, and my head snapped toward the door. "He wants to see you."

"Why?" I asked.

"He can't sleep," Colt said, rolling his eyes. "He misses you!"

I sighed.

It wouldn't help if I tried to punish him; he had come to me and not gone to her.

"He still had a lot of explaining to do, but let him in," I said, and Colt opened the door for Sam to enter.

I lifted the blankets and Sam got in. He didn't touch me, which sort of pissed me off.

I sighed, missing Grey.

"Colt," I whispered, shaking his arm.

"Yeah?" He said, sounding a bit annoyed.

"I can't sleep," I said. "I miss Grey."

Colt sighed, got out of bed, and disappeared out the door. A few minutes later, he returned with sleepy Grey by his side.

Sam moved down and curled himself at my legs, and Grey pulled me to his chest.

"Thanks," I whispered to Colt.

"You're welcome," he said, and his breathing deepened.

I laid back and closed my eyes, feeling happy.

"This feels more like home," I mumbled, sleepy.

If only I knew that that feeling wasn't going to last that long and that things were about to go downhill with the women in the triplets' lives.

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