The Triplet Alphas' Regret

Rowan Hadeon was a man of very few words.

For all the years I had ever known him, he commanded the room easily with his presence. Just one look and everyone knew what he wanted done, and they made sure to meet his expectations or face the consequences of failing to do so.

There was never a need for him to say much, especially when he had two brothers who did all the talking for him. Soren and Cassian were always there to play the good and bad cops, respectively. Rowan simply commanded everything from behind the scenes.

Yet, every word that spilled out of his lips felt like sin. Paired with the deep rumble of his voice, each and every tone and word coiled around me like a snake, and I was quickly pulled into his seduction.

"You’ve grown bold," he murmured against the sensitive skin of my neck. He laid kisses against my throat, and I could feel the satisfied curve of his lips when he felt me shiver against his touch. "Do you know the consequences of inciting the wrath of an Alpha?"

Slowly, he moved his kisses down my neck and towards my collarbones. I gasped, writhing underneath his touch when his lips brushed against a particularly sensitive spot. When he noticed my reaction, Rowan dove back down, nibbling and sucking hard, causing my toes to curl.

His other hand swiftly guided his member towards my entrance. The only thing that separated our flesh from touching was the thin cotton of my panties, soaked through with my slick. Slowly, he pressed his tip against my heat, running it up and down torturously slow.

I threw my head back against the mattress, groaning at the sensation as I clenched. Inching forward, I tried to increase the pressure, only to backfire when he pulled away suddenly. It immediately elicited a whimper from me before I could control it, and even in the dark, I could see Rowan’s lips tilt into a subtle, cruel smirk.

"Turn around," he ordered, "and get on your knees."

He had a hand on my shoulder, aiding me in the movement. I was tossed onto my stomach like a ragdoll before I could even process, my ass instinctively raised to provide him better access.

With one finger pulling my panties aside, the other ran teasingly down my slit, brushing past my sensitive clit. A moan slipped, and I wriggled when he pulled away. Everything he did only poured fuel onto the fire, doing nothing to soothe me, but everything to grow the flames.

"Please..." I begged. Shameless pleas began to fall from my lips. I was a possessed woman, my head filled with nothing but desire for pleasure. I had tasted the wine from the devil’s goblet, and instantly, I was an addict. "Please, Rowan. I... I need you inside me―"

My whimper was cut short when he suddenly pushed into me. His hand was on the back of my head, pressing my face down into the mattress right as his hips thrust forward.

I gasped. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Rowan had no care that this was my first time. He probably didn’t even know, remember, or care that he had taken my virginity. I was nothing more than a hole that had tempted him, and he used me as a toy to relieve his carnal desires.

Maybe it was because of the heat that rushed through my veins, but the anticipated pain of my first sexual experience did not come. Instead, I was instantly filled with an immense pleasure, so much so that my body trembled instantly.

I could feel my arousal running down my thighs, dripping onto the sheets below and soaking through to the mattress right away. At the sound of my mewls, Rowan merely grabbed a fistful of my hair. His hips rocked harder and faster, letting out the occasional groan or heavy exhale that told me this was as pleasurable for him as it was for me.

"Give me a second... I just― I just came―"

My eyes were squeezed shut, and my fingers clawed into the mattress as I attempted to steady myself.

The first immediate high was still running its course through me, and every nerve in my body was on edge. Each minuscule touch and movement had my head delirious, and I could only wriggle like a worm on a hook. Even my screams were muffled by the sheets, as with every sound I made, Rowan only pressed my head down harder and further, attempting to shut me up.

His hips continued to rock against me, plunging his cock into the depths of me with reckless abandon. The sound of our flesh and the smell of our sex quickly enveloped the room. Each wet slap echoed in my ears, and when I looked up, I happened to catch the sight of us fucking in the mirror’s reflection.

Rowan’s hand was still on my head, a fistful of hair in his hand. His hips pistoned back and forth, building steadily, while his lips were slightly apart, breathless. When our eyes met in the reflection, his irises glowed just a bit more. It was molten gold, bright and brilliant, and I clenched my walls at the vivid imagery of him fucking my world apart.

I could feel my second orgasm quickly building. Likewise, Rowan’s pace grew faster, harder, and sloppier. The mattress creaked beneath each forceful thrust, and I felt as though my own hips were about to give out.

"Not yet," he said, his voice cracked and coarse when he noticed I was beginning to slump down onto the mattress.

He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he forcefully held me up in the optimal position where he could plunge his cock in the deepest. I groaned when he slammed into a particularly sensitive spot again and again, torturously attacking it with no end in sight.

My moans only grew louder, no longer stifled by the sheets or pillows. Unable to hold on any longer, I squeezed my eyes shut before I came on his cock, shuddering and squeezing. My orgasm only set off a chain reaction, causing Rowan to find his release as well. He let out one last groan, bucking his hips against me as he spilled his seed.

His body slammed down as he pressed his weight against me, forcing me to take every drop that he had to offer. I could feel his breath against the nape of my neck, and his lips brushed against the spot where my neck met my shoulder. At first, it was as light as a feather, but I could never mistake it.

Rowan’s canines brushed against my neck, pressing against the flesh. I couldn’t control the shiver that overtook my body, quaking as he continued to pulse inside me, and his teeth pressed down against my neck where a mate’s mark should be.