Gina, And Her Triplet Alphas

Gina.

“God, I f*****g wish you were mine alone,” Denver said when he finally let go of my aching lips.

His breath was heavily laced with caged desires, just as his eyes were darkened with heightened l**t.

At one point, I thought to myself that I was going to let him have me completely. His touch has always had a way of making me lose my senses.

The s****l tension between us is none that I have ever felt for any other person, not even his brothers.

Although I was yet to be left alone with Derrick, something tells me he might have the same effect I have when I am with Denver.

Nevertheless, I can’t downplay the really good friends I have developed with Devon. Devon is really funny and easy to talk with.

It’s crazy when I think about how easy it was for me to fall for all three brothers. Honestly, at this moment, I can’t even decide which one I think is best for me because they all affect me differently.

“Why is that?” “You don’t want to share?” I questioned teasingly while running my tongue over my lips, which had suddenly gone dry just by staring at his thick, full lips.

“Some things are not meant to be shared,” he said, using one hand to take off the strands of hair that were dancing on my face.

We were both now standing, with his back against the wall and his hands nicely wrapping my waist against him.

“Does that mean that you get jealous too when you see me with your brothers?” I asked him a question, not sure what his answer was going to be.

“You don’t want to know the truth, do you?” He questioned, slightly pulling me close to himself till I was able to feel the huge bulge under his jeans.

Sweet sensations flowed through my body as the thought of the nastiest activities we could be doing at this very moment made a little pleasurable sigh elude my lips.

“I want to; please tell me,” I said, trying to keep my thinking faculty intact.

He looked me in the eyes and smiled cockily.

“I wouldn’t say I get jealous; I would say I wish I didn’t have the same fate as them,” he said plainly.

Partly confused about whose fault it was that I had to be fated to all three of them, I said the only thing I could think of at that moment.

“I am sorry about that,” I said, resting my head on his broad chest.

I didn’t even understand why I did that, but it was fun listening to his heartbeat.

“You need not be sorry; it’s not anyone’s fault, and I understand the fact that you are attracted to all three of us. If sharing you with them is the only access I get to have you, then I don’t mind at all,” he said, while softly patting my hair.

We remained like that for some seconds, and honestly, it was beginning to feel like the safest place in the world.

“Would you want me if I wasn’t your mate?” I questioned as my way of breaking the silence. And also because I wanted to know if he would still like me if it weren’t for the “mate bond” thing.

“I ate you up before knowing anything; what does that tell you? Or do you think I like putting my mouth on every wet dripping hole?” he questioned, and I couldn’t help but notice a slight movement from his bulge when he said those words.

The little throb from his bulge made my p***y twitch, as my freshly brewed arousal lubricated my pants.

But since I didn’t want my p***y to control my thoughts, I asked the only question that has been on my mind for a very long time now.

“But you were going to kill my parents,” I said, unable to shut out the images of when my both parents were on their knees in the dungeon.

“I never had the intention of killing any of your parents; you only saw what I wanted you to see and believe. I kind of had this belief that you would refuse to take the offer of becoming Gwen’s maid because you are very stubborn. So I had to bring in your parents. I am sorry about that too,” he said, gently stroking my back with his hand.

Thinking of it now, it would have been very difficult for me to have accepted to be Gwen’s maid if my parents were not brought in.

So I guess that was thoughtful of him. Imagine if I had died and later learned in my afterlife that I was mated to all three of them.

It was nice hearing that my parents were never in danger in the first place and that all that happened on that day was just so they could convince me to accept being Gwen’s maid.

“So, would you have killed me if I refused the order?” I questioned.

“It would have been out of my hands, and that was the reason I did what I did,” he said in a deep, rough voice.

“Would you be angry if I didn’t pick you as my mate at the end?” I questioned, even though I wasn’t sure why I was asking him that question.

“No, I won’t; I’m not sure about my heart, though, because as it stands, it currently yells for you and you alone,” he said, while subconsciously gulping down his Adam’s apple.

I could tell he was not entirely truthful in answering that particular question because of how his heartbeat paced up.

We both went into another round of silence, as I wasn’t sure what I needed to ask him anymore.

“Can I ask you a question?” It was his turn to ask me this time.

“Yeah, shoot,” I said, lifting my head off his chest to look at him.

“What do you think I am doing wrong in getting your affection?” he questions.

“But you already have my affection; we are mates, and so I am attracted to you,” I said, casually.

“Would you like me if we weren’t mates?” he asked, and I could feel his tension while he waited for my reply.

“Honestly?” I questioned.

“Yeah, honestly,” he said while his grip on me tightened a little more.

“I am not so sure,” I said while letting out a deep sigh.

“Why is that?” he questioned calmly.

“I think you are too serious; most of the time it’s difficult to know what is going through your mind. For someone I would like to spend the rest of my life with, I would like to share in their moments. Share in their happiness, sadness, and even confusion,” I said genuinely.

He takes in those words for some time as if trying to digest them before he speaks.

“I am not so sure I am capable of sharing my emotions; I wasn’t brought up that way. And honestly, there is little or nothing I can tell you about what goes on within this dark mind of mine, but I promise I will try to see how I can bring you in if you give me time,” he said, and the genuineness in his voice was so comforting.

“I am not picking a mate anytime soon; I am not even sure I am your mate yet. The seer is yet to say anything. But, I am glad we had this talk; it was important to me,” I said, resting my head back on his shoulders.

“Do you want to know something?” he questioned, lifting my face to look at him in his eyes.

“What?” I questioned searching his both eyes.

“I think you will be a better Luna than any other person,” he said, and his words made me smile.

“Thanks,” I said.

It was soothing to hear him tell me that.

“I should be going; Derrick is on his way here,” he said.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Why? You both can stay here with me,” I said, not liking the fact that I was already missing him.

“No, I don’t want to be greedy; I promise I will come back once he is done,” he said, pressing a k**s on my lips.

The next thing I knew, he had zoomed off.

In less than sixty seconds, I could pick up Derrick’s scent as soon as he walked in. He was looking nice in black combat shorts and a white polo that clenched his body nicely.

He seems to have noticed something as soon as he walked into my room. His eyes searched around the room as if expecting to see someone.

“You are back,” I said to him with a smile, and my voice directed his face toward me.

“You weren’t expecting me, were you?” He asked, sexily fixing his eyes on me.

“I am not sure how to answer that, since I am living under your guys’ roof,” I said with a smile.

“It’s good to see you in a better mood,” he said, slowly walking up to me.

“I was never in a foul mood,” I said, moving further away from him while pretending not to be affected by his presence or the expensive cologne that was pulling me to him.

But being that it was Derrick, he knew my tactics and was following me until I accidentally bumped into a wall.

A satisfied smile curled up on his lips as he got to where I was standing.

“Why do you keep running away from me?” He questions.

“Puff, I am not running away from you. It’s just you that don’t know what you want,” I said defensively.

“Really?” He questioned staring at me.

not sure of how to answer him as I was getting mesmerized by his aura.

“Then why weren’t you in your room the night I told you I was going to come over?” He questioned as he placed his hands on the wall, caging me in.

“I was a maid; I could have been anywhere running an errand for someone,” I said defensively, subconsciously biting my l*p.

“At past midnight? I waited for close to two hours for you to come back; the night was one of my worst nights ever because I couldn’t stop imagining you in the arms of another man,” he said, slowly tilting his head till his breath tickled my neckline.

“Really? “Then why did you sleep with Gwen on the same night you found out we were mates?” I said to him, doing my best to shoot out the sparks seductive act was doing to my body.

“Look, I am not perfect. I honestly wanted to do the right thing, but it ended up badly. I thought you had forgiven me,” he said, with his voice gloomy.

“Of course, I have forgiven you, but your action is like a scar that never goes away no matter what you do,” I said to him.

“Maybe you should give me time to prove that I deserve you, love,” he said pleadingly.

“Do I have a choice?” I asked with a shrug.

“I was thinking I could come to help you with anything you needed, but it seems I came late,” he said, sniffing at my scent like it was an antidote.

“What do you mean?” I inquired.

“Come on, Gina, I know Denver was here before me,” he said casually, moving away from me.

“So?” I asked, glad that I could think better now, or so I thought. It was really difficult thinking straight with him around.

“Nothing; it just feels odd, sort of,” he said with a shrug.

“Really? Like how?” I demanded.

“I know you guys had something going before the whole mate bond thing. And most times it feels odd, coming close to you, because I feel like he had you first. But there are moments when I can’t help my feelings toward you. I was partly angry, or should I say jealous, that night because I knew you were with him. I picked his scent on you the next morning at the table,” he said, and the words almost made me numb.

I was thinking nobody knew about my escapades that night, and now this.

“Why didn’t you say something all this while?” I questioned.

“It’s because you never gave m the chance to, and I felt I messed up greatly when I ended up with Gwen on the night we realized you were our mate. And also, you’re constantly bringing up that night in every one of our conversations made me feel like you were deliberately trying to push me away,” he said.

His voice and the tune in which he spoke melted my heart. As I felt I have been unduly unfair to him.

“I know I can’t change what has happened, but I will love to be given a second chance by you,” he said, closing up the gap he had once created between us.

“Please,” he said, leaning his head closer to mine until his lips softly took possession of mine.