Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Missed Your Touch

(Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)

“Hazel...”

There was warning in his voice, but I didn’t care. After everything that had happened—finding out about Leo being my fourth mate, the chaos, the confusion—I needed something real. Something that would ground me.

I tugged Lucas closer until he was forced to sit on the bed beside me. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered, reaching up to trace the strong line of his jaw with my fingertips.

“You need to rest,” he said, his voice strained as he caught my wandering hand. “You’re still healing.”

I shook my head. “What I need is you.”

Lucas’s eyes flashed gold momentarily. “Hazel, be reasonable.”

“I am being reasonable,” I countered, moving closer to him. “I’m tired of being treated like I’m made of glass. I want to feel something other than confusion and fear.”

His jaw tightened as I pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “Your pregnancy—”

“Is fine,” I assured him, my lips curving into a smile against his skin. “I’m pregnant, not sick. Besides, I know that you won’t hurt me.”

When he still hesitated, I pulled back to look him in the eyes.

“Lucas, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.” I guided his hand to my breast, letting him feel my rapidly beating heart. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

A groan escaped him as his resolve visibly weakened. “If I hurt you—”

“You won’t,” I whispered, leaning in to brush my lips against his. “You’ll be gentle. You always are when I need you to be.”

had been held back for too long. His hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head to

me,” he murmured against my mouth, his

triumphant.

eyes darkened, and in one swift movement, he stood and crossed the room to lock the door. The decisive

he asked, stalking back

replied, my laughter fading as I watched him pull his shirt over his head, revealing the chiseled planes of

a werewolf’s sense of hearing and smell wasn’t to be underestimated. They would surely know what’s going on even before

over it,” Lucas said, his voice low and possessive as he rejoined me on the

body. His touch was careful but heated as he eased me onto my back, his

against my

me count?” I cheekily retorted, arching up as his hands slipped under my shirt, his warm palms skimming over my ribs to

grinned at

sensitive from the pregnancy, and I gasped as his thumbs brushed over the hardened peaks through the thin fabric of my bra. Taking his time, Lucas pushed my shirt up and over my

reverent kiss between my breasts. “Even more

dark hair, guiding his mouth

lips closed around my nipple, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teeth grazing lightly, sending sparks

body already thrumming

down my stomach to the waistband of my pants. With a swift tug, he had them undone and was sliding them down

skin made me shiver, but Lucas’s warm hands were already moving back up my

voice thick with desire as he settled between my

inner thigh, working his way higher with agonizing slowness. When his mouth finally found my center, I gripped the sheets, my

circling my most sensitive spot before dipping lower, tasting me with appreciative sounds that vibrated against my flesh. One finger

against his mouth as the familiar tension built

clit. It didn’t take long before I was shattering,

lay panting, trying to catch my breath, he moved up my body, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that let me