Triple Kiss Novels & Stories

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Jace asked, kissing Ann's forehead gently. "Thanks for having babies for us," Jake said, kissing her right cheek. "We're so glad you're the mother of our children," Jax said, kissing Ann's left cheek. "Children? How many babies did I give birth to?" Ann asked curiously. Jax, Jace, and Jake took their babies carefully from the cot and showed it to Ann. "There are three babies, Ann. You gave birth to triplets. Triplets," Jake said, grinning widely.

His lips found mine in a sweet, teasing kiss that ended with him lightly nipping my bottom lip. I was dumbstruck. Each of the triplets had kissed me, and each kiss was different, just like them. I didn't even know what to say. Cassidy laughed next to me. "Okay, boys, you've officially broken her. Go. She'll text you later when her brain functions,” she rolled her eyes. The brothers just smiled, looking at each other like they shared some private joke. With that, they left. "Come on. Let's get to detention before they add another day. You can be a mime while serving time,” Cassidy laughed and pulled me to the room used for detention.

My jaw dropped with what Frinsc said. "You mean Trizhor Ailorre ?!" Jaicz said in shock. "What?! No! I won't!" I protest immediately. "You know what kind of consequences will pay off if you refuse to do it, don't you?" Frinsc teased me. I have no any choice. That's just a kiss. But for pete's sake, it would be my first kiss! "But Frinsc." That's all I could say. "You have any other complaints?" she asked again. I gritted my teeth harshly then lifted my head to look at her. This manipulative girl! I’ll really give her a hard time as soon as I won again.

The Voss brothers had not been silent in my presence in three years. I stayed where I was. My whole body was ringing, shaking. I knew what this was. Everyone at WhiteWood knew the legend. Everyone in every pack knew it. The triple bond was the rarest thing in recorded pack history and it hit all four wolves at the same time and the only person who could end it was the omega it chose. Now I am that omega. Thirty weeks refusal window. Their cooperation with me was the only way they survived the bond's pressure. I had the upper hand.

Damien didn't pull away; his mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to mark while Elliot claimed my lips. The three-way kiss happened naturally—messy, inevitable. Damien tilted my head back, his tongue joining Elliot's over mine. Tongues clashed, wet and hot, saliva mixing, breaths mingling in short pants. Hands roamed everywhere: Damien's under my tank, pinching my nipples until I arched; Elliot's sliding down my stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of my shorts, brushing the edge of my panties where I was already soaked.

"Of course you like him, it took you long enough to admit it. So...are you going to give him your first kiss?" Really? Tiffany is not going to scold me and say he is too bad for me. She wriggles her brows at me. "I like the bad boys." Like. Like. Like. That's what it is. Not love. It may most likely be an infatuation that will die off the moment I find someone hotter. "I've kissed him already." I finally say. Tiffany's eyes widen in shock. I casually add. "Thrice." Tiffany's face nearly drops to the ground in shock. "Thrice? You two have kissed thrice already and you never told me."

He grabbed my hand and slid out of the car. I’d never done a three-way kiss before, and I couldn’t say that it was pleasant to look at—but fuck, it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. Tongues, teeth, lips colliding in a wet, desperate tangle. Hands roamed all over our bodies—someone slipping a hand inside my leggings toward my ass, another teasing my clit, one pinching my already-sensitive nipples. Both of them moaned into the kiss, and I was pretty sure the growl of satisfaction came from my chest.

I’m no longer very focused on the cock in my mouth. His brother lays me on my stomach so I can take him all the way in. I start sucking again while his brother slips two fingers inside me, moving them back and forth, driving me wild. Then he pulls out his tool, prepares a condom, and slowly enters me. I feel him go deeper and deeper, filling me completely. I moan softly, my mouth full of a huge cock. The front door opens , who is it now? And then, I feel like I’m seeing triple… they… they are triplets!

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.