Gina, And Her Triplet Alphas

Gina.

Later that evening, I was busy trying to put my things in order. It was a little task getting to hang most of the pretty dresses I got from the shopping spree Devon took me on.

I was thinking that it would be impossible for me to fill up the massive wardrobe in my room with clothes.

But I have gotten so many clothes that I don’t think I will need any new ones, even if I have to wear a brand new dress every day for a whole year.

Chuckles.

Devon got me lots of clothes, shoes, and jewelry, and I must admit he does have a great sense of style, as everything he picked for me was just right.

Devon is really sweet, and I can’t help but like how nicely he treats me. He is funny and fun to be with.

Since Derrick left that morning, I have not seen him or Denver, and I can’t help but miss them a little.

I had just finished hanging the last set of clothes when I heard footsteps from behind me.

I turned around and saw that it was Denver wearing an all-black outfit with a white inner.

Since the room was dimly lit, I couldn’t make out all his facial features, but I bet he was looking devilishly handsome as always.

“Hi,” I said, standing up to straighten the little dress I had on; he saw this and pretended to look away for a second before returning his eyes to mine.

How easily he changes the atmosphere with his mere presence is a skill that he needs to teach others.

His domineering aura almost makes me want to forget that he is my mate now, so I don’t cower in fear.

He switched on the lights in the room, and gosh, I wish he hadn’t.

Did I mention I was putting on a light, short dress that manageably covered my butt cheeks?

Though I had on one of those sexy shorts that had bootilicious nicely inscribed on it. I couldn’t help but feel a little shy around him.

Don’t blame me; I wasn’t exactly expecting anyone, at least not without their knocking.

His eyes seemed to dilate as they roamed around my curves; seeing his eyes rest on my huge boobs made my p***y pulse.

There was something about Denver that makes me want to forget my self-discipline whenever he is close to me. He was like a magnet that just pulled me closer to him every time.

But I have to try to think of something else aside from s*x. I mean, I know it’s really bad for me to always think of s*x whenever we are together. Or isn’t it?

“Do you need anything?” I asked as I waited for him to say something.

His eyes slowly left the part of my body he was staring at to hold my eyes, and f**k it, I was getting turned on.

He seemed to want to control himself, as he deliberately kept both hands in his pocket.

“I came to check on how you are doing and also to know if you like your new place,” he finally said.

He took his eyes off mine to look around the room like this was the first time he was seeing the room.

“I am fine, thanks,” I said, turning around as I subconsciously bent down to continue with the arrangement of shoes under the wardrobe shelf.

That moment, I noticed he had moved even closer to me, and as I turned to see how close he was, I bumped into him.

My breath got caught in my throat as the sparks from his touch ignited the fire all over my body.

“Sorry,” I said, attempting to move away from him, but he had other plans.

“I missed you,” he said in a rough voice, snaking his hand around my waist and pulling me even closer.

The once very cold room suddenly became warmer as I could barely keep my thoughts together.

My heart was beating fast, and being this close and alone with him made my pussyfoot throb badly.

Not when I can’t get past the pictures of the both of us doing the nastiest things in the past flashing through my mind.

“Open your eyes, Gina,” he ordered, his voice making me aware of the fact that I had subconsciously shut my eyes.

“You don’t have the right to think of anyone else when I am with you,” he said softly, deliberately ensuring that his lips brush my ears.

How do I tell him that I wasn’t thinking of someone else other than the fact that I was wishing that he could stop what he was unintentionally doing to me, even though I f*****g liked it?

It was difficult to resist him.

It was difficult to resist him before the mate bond, it was near impossible now.

Just then, he starts placing soft k****s on my neckline, and every time his lips touched my skin, it was as if I was been electrified all over again.

“You are looking so hot, Gina. Were you looking like this when my brothers came to see you?” he asked in a grunting voice while he kept kissing my neck.

By now, I was completely under his charms; I could barely think of anything other than the fact that I wanted him in the most possible nasty ways you have ever imagined.

His lips found mine in a split second, and he kissed me so passionately that I was pretty sure my lips had tripled in size by the time he was done.

“Please,” I manage to say, as soon as he lets go of my lips while I try to control my breath, which has peaked by now.

Surprisingly, he lets go of me that instant, but his eyes are still so f*****g filled with l**t and caged desires.

“What are you afraid of, Gina?” he asks after some time, keeping his eyes on me.

I could tell he was hurt by the fact that I was doing my best to fight off the feelings I was having for him.

He is an alpha, so he knows everything, and him being my mate sort of gives him an upper hand in understanding me better than I do myself.

“I don’t know; I think we are moving too fast,” I said, still struggling with my breath.

“Why is that?” “I mean, you didn’t have a problem with this before we became friends; why are we having this conversation now?” he questions.

And I might be crazy, but I almost feel jealousy between his words.

“I want something real, and I honestly can’t say if this is real or not,” I said, not sure if I was helping the situation or creating more mess for myself.

“You are married to me and my brothers, and you can’t tell if it’s real? Or are you getting more attracted to Devon? “I have seen the way you look and laugh with him,” he said, unable to hide the jealousy in his voice.

“I will laugh with you too if you try talking with me or saying something funny. I feel it is kind of odd that anytime we are alone, all we think about is s*x. I want something more,” I found myself babbling to him.

“Then tell me what you want,” he said, his eyes pleading.

“Honestly, I don’t even know what I want, but having a little time to think things through would be a great start,” I said calmly.

He nods his head gently, and just like that, he zoomed off using his super speed ability.

I sat back on my bed, wondering if I was doing the right thing. First. It was Derrick, and now it is Denver.

What is wrong with me? What do I want?

*****

Third-Person Narrative.

Denver was in his room, resting on his bed and reflecting on what Gina had earlier told him when he heard someone knocking on his door.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

It was already late into the night, and he wasn’t expecting anyone, but he stood up to go see who it was.

On getting to the door, he found Gwen standing, wearing a very skimpy red satin nightdress, and holding a glass of wine.

“Hey,” she called out with a slutty smile on her face.

“Gwen, what do you want?” Denver asked coldly, trying to ignore the effect of seeing an almost completely nude woman in front of him.

“I thought you might need some company,” Gwen said to him, attempting to enter his room.

But Denver’s huge body blocking the entrance made it a little difficult for her to have access to the room.

“Come on, I just want to spend some time with you,” she said sluttingly while rolling her eyes heavily.

“You should go to your room, Gwen; it’s late,” he said to her blankly, wishing she would just not try to tempt him any further.

“You want me to go?” she asked.

Sluttingly dipping her middle finger into her glass of wine and licking off the wine on her finger in a very provocative manner, she fixed her gaze on Denver.

Denver seems to be affected by her slutty behavior, but he doesn’t show it, and he fought within himself to stay in control of his thoughts.

“Gwen, you are drunk; you should go to your room and sleep,” he said dismissively, and he made to go back to his room.

But Gwen, who was feeling hurt by his nonchalant attitude, snapped.

“What is wrong with you?” Don’t you see that I want you? Or are you ignoring me because of that fat pig that can’t satisfy you as a real woman should? You barely even know her. I love you, can’t you see? I have always loved you and your brothers, and this is how you treat me,” she said, faking sadness and tears while dropping her eyes to the floor.

What she didn’t expect, however, was to be pulled into the room with the door shut within seconds.

His huge frame towered over her little body as he took the wine glass from her to place on a nearby stool.

Even though the room was dark, the lampstand by the bed provided just the right amount of light required for what was going to happen.

After which, he reached for her, holding her roughly by the neck with his canines out and dangerously close to her neck.

She smiled to herself, pleased at how she had provoked him; he was going to f**k her aunty just as she has always imagined him.

You see, Gwen may have a thing for the triplet alphas, but she was more obsessed with Denver right from the start.

The reason was quite simple; he was not like every other man that she could easily lure with her s****l prowess.

With Derrick, she felt she had absolute control over him after all; she had given herself to him countless times now that he could barely refuse her.

Now, her constant desire to have a little piece of Denver was finally coming to pass.

He was going to f**k her silly, and the mere thought of him choking her with his d**k plunged deep inside her already wet and dripping p***y, making her wetness drench the little string pants she has on.

Hearing a deep g***n erupt from denser’s back throat made her feel fulfilled, as she felt his hand tighten around her neck till she could barely breathe.

Subconsciously, she opened her eyes to look at him and found him struggling with what she could tell was his wolf.

His eyes were glowing bloody red, and fear gripped her already-failing heart. She tried fighting him off by beating and slapping his hand, but her fight was nothing against his hardened body.

“If you ever call her such degrading names ever again, you won’t be this lucky, and just so you know, she is more than a woman you could ever be,” he said, at the same moment letting go of her neck.

She was coughing hard and gasping for breath as she held on to her neck to soothe the burning sensation she was having.

“Get back to your room now,” he barked at her using his alpha voice, and she quickly scrambled away in terror.

Finally able to control his wolf, he sat on his bed, letting his back hit the bed tiredly.

He knew there was no way he was going to sleep through the night, so he changed into his sports shorts so he could go and take a run around the palace and perhaps join the night guards in keeping the palace safe.

As soon as he got out, he found himself running towards Gina’s place.

He was still a few meters away from her house when he saw Gina laughing wholeheartedly with his brother, Devon.

They were both sitting outside on her porch and from the look of things, he felt Devon was going to spend the night with her.

Seeing her so happy and carefree with Devon made him a little jealous, even though he knew his brother had the same rights as him.

He wished he was the one that made her laugh so beautifully; he silently wished he didn’t have to share her with his brothers.

Because he knew that in this game of love, he might have already lost even before the game started.