Wild Love With My Triplet Mates Novels & Stories

I lean on the wall, watching her, It's her parents anniversary, thirty five years together, how disgusting, I laugh at myself. Werewolves are one of a kind, we believe in something bigger than soulmates, we find our Mates, the love of our life, our life, reason for being. Mates have a connection that is out of this world, they can heal eachother. Her dad got injured once, and Camille healed him, not through her witchcraft, but through the mate bond. Mates can read each others mind, every thought, that is insane and scary, to be utterly transparent before you beloved, that's what love is supposed to be, I think. Mates can feel proximity, they know when their partner is near, happy, afraid, ev

The sacred mate bond… uniting their four souls as one. Riley was beyond herself with the attention and love she received from her mates. The two wolves inside her were howling and dancing, pushing her to fully embrace the bond. If Riley were in her right mind, she might have hated herself for giving in to those who once betrayed her and continued to deceive her. But right now, none of that mattered. She needed them all. She needed her mates. “I… I need… more…” she moaned. No more words were necessary. Her eyes, filled with longing and desire, spoke volumes.

But Trixie said my cock kept jamming against her cervix and it hurt, so she couldn’t climax. It might seem like no great loss. After all, we’re friends, but we don’t love each other. We’re not even particularly attracted to each other. We’re here because we got to talking about True Mates, and how you could know that person, the other half of your soul, your whole life and never know they were the mate to both your wolf and your human if you never fucked them. I have my suspicions that you’d know it somehow, that you couldn’t help but feel a soul-bond even without fucking, though you might not know what it was. But you don’t get a True Mate mark until you come together—

The warm water splashing around us, buoying my body and warming my skin was like yet another lover as my mates continued to work me into a frenzy. Xander broke the kiss, panting heavily. "By the gods, Vivi," he groaned, his eyes glazed with lust. "You're so wet for us. I can't get enough." I could only moan in response, my eyes fluttering as the three men surrounded me, their touches both soothing and exhilarating. Their fingers stroked and probed, their lips devoured, and the mate bond pulsed in time with my racing heartbeat. And then the pleasure became too much, building to a crescendo until I plummeted over the edge. Crying out, my body bowed as the orgasm ripped through me. Dax's thrust

I tried to attack her but the ropes dipped in the wolfsbane that was tied to my hands stopped me. "My luck is very much good because let's not forget my luck got me mated to Xavier, the most powerful creature on the earth, a tribrid," I said proudly. It was the first time I accepted this loudly to someone but it was true, I used to think that my rotten luck would bring no good to me, and finding Xavier as my mate I really believed it but now I didn't think that was true anymore. She snorted.

He winked. "Shut up." Astrid chuckled, then she jokingly slapped his arm. Yes, she has a wolf, a few months after she gave birth to the triplets, she got her wolf, surprising Lucas and herself since they had thought she was an omega, but that wasn't the case, she just happened to be a really really late bloomer. And when she got her wolf, Lucas was the only one who was aware of it since it happened the night they had gone on a picnic with the triplets. When Lucas saw her wolf, he had been so shocked.

Of course, while werewolves are forever in love with their mates and would never want to hurt them, some wolves are just dominant psychopaths who beat their mates into submission. I was never a fan of these. Growing up, I hoped that I would just meet a nice man and settle down with him,mate or not. When I finally became a thing with Aries, I had sworn to heaven above and beyond that he was the one. Stupid me already had a marriage proposal written out for when I clocked eighteen and took over my father's throne. Well...I was always delusional.

“I am just so glad you finally woke up after three days!” Three days of being unconscious, huh. Add the day when I got poisoned by some unknown bastard, that would be four days. I totally missed almost one week’s worth of work, which means by now, things I needed to do had piled up. While Viola wept like a child while hugging my waist and her face buried in my stomach, I carefully caressed her hair tied in a neat bun. “Yes, yes, Viola. I understand, but since I am awake now, you should start bringing some of my work here.”

I grab the wall to steady myself, trying to make sense of it all. “What? What did you just say?” The words barely come out. “They are our mates,” Tala repeats, without humor. She studies me as I slowly shake my head in refusal. “No. No. No. This... this is wrong,” I say. “There’s no way I could be—” “Mated to all three of them,” Tala cuts me off. “Apparently, the universe doesn’t believe in doing things halfway.” My chest tightens painfully as realization sinks in.