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.”

it took. With a low growl, Lucas captured my mouth with his, kissing me with a hunger that had been held back for too long. His hands tangled in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, his tongue

he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough

triumphant. “Then

in one swift movement, he stood and crossed the room

asked, stalking back toward me

my laughter fading as I watched him pull his shirt

thin, and a werewolf’s sense of hearing and smell wasn’t to be

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

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

me if I’m hurting you,” he whispered against my skin as his lips

arching up as his hands slipped under my shirt,

grinned at my

fabric of my bra. Taking his time, Lucas pushed

kiss between my breasts. “Even more so now that you’re carrying

in his voice made my heart swell. I ran my fingers through his dark

the moan that escaped me. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teeth grazing lightly, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through

I breathed, my body already thrumming

other breast, giving it the same thorough attention while his hand slid down my stomach to the waistband

cool air against my heated skin made me shiver, but Lucas’s warm hands were already moving back up my thighs, spreading them gently to accommodate

his voice thick with desire as he settled

agonizing slowness. When his mouth finally found my center, I gripped the sheets, my back arching

me with appreciative sounds that vibrated against my flesh. One finger slipped inside me, then another, curling expertly to find that spot that made stars burst

against his mouth as the familiar tension

efforts, his fingers pumping steadily as his tongue worked magic against my clit. It didn’t take long before

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