Wild Love With My Triplet Mates Novels & Stories

That neither of them would regret being with him. He didn’t think he’d be able to handle it if they did. He'd never felt more like he belonged than when he was with them. “I want you.” His heart lept in his chest at her softly spoken words as she rocked her hips. Candy’s hands brushed over the head of his cock and he sucked in a shuddering breath as she guided him to her mate’s entrance. He’d had threesomes before, but something about being with the two of them felt right. Stolas teased himself against her opening, coaxing out more of her arousal onto the head of his penis.

He assured me. Lies! Lies upon lies and I was so foolish to believe him. Those who said that the mate bond is stronger than any affection were right. They were. They must have had a taste of what it felt like to be bonded to another soul. I stared at him, wishing and hoping he could remember his words to me. Before we got married and merged our packs as one, we has done from packs to packs to see if there was going to be his or my mate but there was none so we got married and became even stronger except we were not strong.

Particularly after they got married. Yes, they are my triplet, Grayson and Kane but they found their mate early and got married. Now that I found my mate, she is hurting and not ready to love. "What a pleasant surprise to see you all here!" I said to my brothers and waved to their wives. "Let me take a quick shower, I'll be done soon" I said and rushed to my room. A few moments later, I joined them in the living room. We all had a lot to talk about and I also told them I found my mate.

It had felt so right. Just as I managed to catch my breath, the door swung open, and in walked the other three—my quadruplet mates, each exuding their unique presence. Jasmine's whisper echoed in my mind again, stronger this time. “Mates. They are our mates, too.” My Wolf was back!

I needed to be strong if I wanted to get through today. I twisted and turned in my bed the entire night, thinking about the triplets. Life had gobsmacked me back to square one. Even though I wasn't reliving what they and my sister did on the balcony, but reliving every moment after their eighteenth birthday when they paraded some she-wolf in front of the pack, knowing I was their mate. I was still sour about the Newmara thing, which would always take precedence, but somehow knowing she was their brother's mate and not theirs had that insecurity lessen a bit, by a fraction, but regardless lessen.

my expression was a mix of fear and determination as I locked eyes with the triplets, refusing to let them see how vulnerable I truly felt. I processed again as the word "Mate" escaped from the Triplets' mouths. The word echoed in my mind, disrupting my thoughts and leaving me feeling disoriented. How could I be their mate? I had never even considered the possibility. I was just a slave to them. how could the moon goddess do this? The idea that I could be anything more, especially to the powerful Alpha triplets, was beyond comprehension.

Sun-warm wheat and clean leather, the breath right before a harvest. Aria surges to the front of my mind, tail high, eyes bright. Mate. Mates. Her joy cracks something open inside me. The pull is magnetic, a low, thrumming ache that drags me forward before I remember to breathe. The bond sings through my chest like a new heartbeat, and for a fragile, shining second, I belong. Three pairs of golden eyes lock on me from across the hall. Damian, Lucian and Adrian. The Alpha triplets. The heirs of this pack. Gasps ripple through the crowd like a wave.

Damon finished, though his tone suggested I should be more worried about them than anyone else. Before I could respond, before I could beg or plead or try to run, all three brothers tilted their heads back toward the moon. Their eyes began to glow brighter, their bodies seeming to expand with barely contained power. And then they howled. The sound was unlike anything I'd ever heard, three distinct voices blending into one powerful claim that echoed through the entire forest. It spoke of possession and power and promises that made my blood sing even as my mind screamed in terror. Every wolf for miles would hear it. Every pack would know what it meant. The Blackthorne triplets had found their

Not after what they did. “Mate” The triplets echoed, their eyes still fixed on me. I could see the excitement in them. Hearing that word, my stomach flipped, my knees weakened from instinct fighting trauma. Lyriel howled inside my head. “Mate. Ours” “No,” I whispered again, shaking my head. At that point, I didn't know any other word. The bond pulled at my chest like hooks dragging me towards them. My body betrayed me leaning forward even as my my mind screamed not to.

We couldn't believe that none of them were mated to the triplets. The triplets were getting anxious, especially Lou, our soon-to-be Alpha. He knew that without a mate, he couldn't take over the pack. Then there was Marissa and Lily, they're hoping that they don't have to share a mate. I can't imagine them two having to share a mate, that would be a disaster waiting to happen, and as much as these two fights, oh boy. I would feel sorry for their mate if they do have to share.