Resisting the Alpha Triplets by Cara Anderson

Ch. 11 Me Time

Mallory’s POV

“Goddess damn it!” I screamed, leaning my back against my bedroom door and smacking the back of my head against it in frustration.

Nathan had just left after I’d given him some lame excuse about not feeling well and needing to rest. I guess it wasn’t a total lie. My stomach was in knots. Still, I didn’t think he was really buying it but it was the best I could come up with.

I’d called him as soon as I got home last night and begged him to come spend the day with me. I told him I was having some trouble adjusting to being home and I thought it would help to have him here. But the truth was, I knew I couldn’t let any of the triplets touch me again. If they did, I wasn’t sure I’d have the will to resist them and I had to resist them.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Nathan and I came back to my house after training and I tried to relax and just enjoy being with him, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d done. Guilt was eating at me over kissing Cary behind Nathan’s back. I knew I should just tell him about it but I didn’t know how.

“Is something wrong, love?” He’d asked when I’d pulled away from his kiss.

Usually I was the one trying to tempt him and he would pull away first, giving me some bullshit line about protecting my virtue.

“No. Sorry baby, I’m just tired.” I lied. ” I think I just need to lie down.”

That had been my opening to tell him the truth but I just couldn’t. How could I explain it to him when I couldn’t even explain it to myself?

I don’t even know how it happened. One minute we were watching a movie and the next I was straddling his lap, kissing him like I was burning alive and he was the only one who could put out the flames. Which wasn’t too far from the truth. My body had felt like it was on fire.

I’d always been physically attracted to the triplets. Who wouldn’t be? They were fucking gorgeous. But in the past, it had never been enough for me to act on it, especially given their atrocious behavior towards me. So why did I have the urge to touch them every time we were in the same room together? And why, all of a sudden, were they pursuing me? None of it made sense.

All I knew for sure was, I couldn’t let myself fall for their act. And their seeming attraction for me had to be an act, didn’t it? Even if it wasn’t, and by some miracle they’d actually decided they wanted me now, I could never forgive them for the past. The hurt went too deep and I couldn’t open myself up to that kind of rejection again.

Deciding my earlier shower hadn’t been enough, I decided to soak in the tub and try to relax. Maybe I just needed some ‘me’ time to help me clear my head. Then, I would decide my next move.

I filled the tub with warm water and added my favorite jasmine scented bath salts. As soon as I sank down under the water, my muscles started to relax. I could feel the tension melting away.

I closed my eyes and thought about Nathan. I pictured the way he looked when we would train together back at the academy. When it was just the two of us he would take his shirt off, all the hard lines and ridges of his muscles on display. His body was a masterpiece and I would have trouble focusing on the fight when we sparred together. Then he would pin me beneath him and that only made it worse.

The memory of how my body longed to feel his against me sent tingles through me, igniting a throbbing need between my legs. I imagined Nathan’s hands on me as I let my own wander over my curves. One hand found its way to my nipple, rolling it between my fingers while the other hand slid between my legs.

Waves of warm water washed over me as I twisted and tugged at my nipple but in my mind it was the warmth of Nathan’s mouth surrounding the hardened bud. And the fingers stroking between my folds belonged to him as well.

“Mmm!” I moaned as my clit throbbed, begging to be touched.

Nathan had never touched me there before, but in my mind he would now. My fingers glided over the sensitive nub, gently at first but with increasing pressure as my need soared higher and higher. My hips rocked up of their own accord, searching for more friction from my hand.

I was pinching my nipple hard, walking the line between pleasure and pain as the fire in my belly grew hotter. The walls of my pussy were pulsing with the need to be filled where nothing but my own fingers had ever been. Indulging the fantasy, I slipped two fingers inside, the most my tight sheath could take without causing pain.

My thumb circled my clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of my weeping hole. My legs began to tremble as the imaginary man above me was fucking me hard. A few more rough strokes of my clit, a few more pumps of my fingers stroking my already clenching walls and I was falling over the edge.

But as my body shuddered through wave after wave of intense pleasure, the eyes I imagined looking back at me weren’t Nathan’s and it wasn’t his name I was screaming.

“Colton! Fuck!” I heard myself cry out.

I sat up so quickly water splashed over the sides of the tub, drenching the floor. What the fuck was that? First I kissed Cary and now Colt is starring in my imaginary porn. I had no idea what was happening to me, but whatever it was, it had to stop!

Drying off at record speed, I threw on a pair of leggings and the first t-shirt I could grab. Twisting my still damp hair into a messy bun on top of my head, I grabbed my bag and keys and ran out the door. I was heading to the packhouse to nip this problem in the bud, one way or another.

I didn’t even bother parking in the lot at the packhouse, pulling up out front and jumping out of the car. I took the stairs two at a time to the Alphas office and burst through the door without knocking. I had no idea what I was going to say, hoping it would come to me as I went, but I was totally unprepared for what I saw on the other side of the door.

Clay and Cary were nowhere in sight. Only Colton was there, but he wasn’t alone. Darcy was sitting on his lap with her arms coiled around his neck and it was obvious they had been making out. Later, I would examine why seeing that caused a stabbing pain in my chest, but for the moment, I was too humiliated.

“Mallory?” Colton sounded shocked, standing abruptly and nearly dumping Darcy on the floor.

“Fuck! Sorry!” I yelped, turning to go.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his hands on Darcy’s hips to steady her while looking at me with an unreadable expression.

“Uh, I, I was hoping to talk with the three of you.” I stuttered out eloquently.

“About?” He questioned, looking at me expectantly.

“It’s a personal matter.” I told him, my eyes flitting to Darcy briefly.

There was no way I was saying what I came there to say in front of her.

“It’s okay.” Darcy said, smiling at me softly then turning to Colt. “Meet you for dinner, babe?”

“Um sure.” He agreed, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.

Darcy left and Colt mind-linked his brothers who arrived shortly after.

“Hey, little wolf!” Clay greeted me enthusiastically, wrapping me in a hug the second he walked through the door.

“Miss us already, darling?” Cary’s greeting held his usual narcissism.

“How can we help you, Mallory?” Colton drew my attention, ignoring Cary’s comment.

“I don’t think I should help with training anymore. I’m happy to serve in another way to repay your parents. I can work in the infirmary full-time if you want.” I poured out in one breath.

“No!” Clay and Cary barked together.

Colton just stared at me with a strange expression, something between sadness and anger.

“Why not?” I asked, annoyed by their response.

“Because we said so.” Cary answered in his typical domineering attitude.

I rolled my eyes and huffed at him, crossing my arms over my chest defiantly.

“I don’t even know why I’m having this conversation with you. Your parents paid for my training, not you. I should have just asked them in the first place.” I told them, then turned to leave.

“Mal, wait!” Clay reached out to grab my hand and stop me from leaving.

“What is it, Clay?” I asked with less sting in my tone than I’d hoped. He was rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb and it was melting me a little.

“These two assholes might not have the balls to tell you the truth but I do.” He started, his vibrant blue eyes boring into mine.

“What is the truth?” My voice was breathy, barely above a whisper.

“The truth is, if you work in the infirmary or anywhere else in the pack, we will never see you. And if we can’t spend time with you, we’ll never have a chance to convince you that you belong with us. Because you do belong with us. We want you, Mal. Please just give us a chance to show you how much.”