Ep. 26

Book:The Alphas Love Triangle Published:2025-3-13

Harper’s [POV]
“Beg for it.”
Any shame that I had dissipated the moment those words leave his mouth.
“Please,” I gasp. I lift my sleep shirt, the one Beau changed me into, exposing my cunt to him.
He groans as I run a finger through my slit, gathering the wetness that’s pooled there.
“Please, Alpha,” I breathe, as his scent engulfs me.
I’m quickly losing myself, desperate to give in to my inner instincts.
“Did they use Influence on you?” He demands, and I frown.
“Did they what?” My brain is too foggy to understand his question.
“Ah. They didn’t teach you.”
Teach me what?
“Spread your legs, Omega.”
Obey Alpha!
I don’t even think. I shift my legs apart, exposing myself further to him.
“Good Omega.”
His praise delights me, and tingles of pleasure race up my spine.
“Influence is what I have over you,” Grey whispers, taking a step closer to me. “It’s what we all have over you. But I’ve always been one to enjoy it the most.”
I look up at him, my breathing ragged. His eyes are dark, the emerald irises almost black as he leans over me, staring directly at my cunt.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. “And all mine. Isn’t that right, Omega?”
“Yes,” I murmur, my eyes wide. “Yes, all yours.”
“Spread your pussy lips,” he commands. “Show me more.”
My nipples harden at his words, and I moan as I spread myself obscenely for him.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his eyes never leaving my hole. My face flames, but a gush of slickness spills out of me as he watches.
He stands at the foot of the bed and I breathe heavily, waiting for his next order.
But his gaze softens as he meets my eyes. “If anything is too much, tell me,” he whispers.
I nod. “Yes, Alpha.”
I’m the wettest I’ve been all day, squirming in my nest, desperately waiting for another command.
“Touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come, Omega.”
I sigh in relief and move my hand to my clit, my fingers rubbing rough, fast circles around the nub. My hips thrust upwards, and Grey watches hungrily as slick drips out of me while I touch myself.
It’s obscene.
It’s incredible.
Grey’s erection is obvious through his jeans, and I’m desperate to see his cock. He notices my ogling, and he smirks.
“Not yet, Omega. This is about me watching you.”
I climb higher, pushing two fingers into my cunt, white-hot pleasure dancing behind my closed eyes.
“Another finger.”
It’s like I’m on autopilot I don’t even have time to think about my movements. All I want to do is disobey him. I put another finger inside me, stroking frantically, so close to release…
“Soon, I’ll make you put your whole fist in there.”
I scream.
My body shakes and my back bows as I cry out my release, while liquid spills from my cunt as I spasm around my fingers.
“Good girl,” Grey whispers, his voice strained. “Fuck, you’re such a good Omega, Harper.”
“Please, please,” I beg, tears of desperation filling my eyes. “Let me see you.”
I need to see his cock. I need him near me. I need his touch.
But he unbuttons his shirt first, tossing it to the floor, and my jaw drops.
His chest is chiseled, along with a broad stomach of thick abs. A dark patch of hair trails down to the perfect V of his hips, and I ogle him shamelessly.
Why, oh why didn’t I make Beau and James take their shirts off?
“You sound so lovely when you beg, Omega,” he rasps. It’s obvious he’s trying to maintain composure, but it’s slowly dissipating.
Lose control, Alpha, please…
His belt and jeans are off next, and my inner Omega explodes with glee.
He’s not wearing underwear.
His cock is massive, bigger than Beau’s and James’, and thicker around the base.
His knot is already visible.
I whimper and bite my lip, marveling at his naked form.
“Please,” I whisper again, and he’s gracious enough to grant my request.
He slowly climbs on top of me, positioning himself at my entrance.
My cunt drips with need as he holds himself above me. I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him closer, and his lips meet mine.
He gives me a chaste kiss before he brings his mouth to my ear.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he promises. “For everything.”
He slams into me in one sharp thrust, forcing my walls to stretch around him, and I moan.
He knocks the breath out of me as he fucks me at a brutal pace, animalistic and feral.
It’s incredible. I move my hips, doing my best to match his pace, as he works me faster and faster, the bed creaking with our movements.
He snarls into my ear as he slams into me, and I choke out a gasp as his hand comes to my throat.
“Never forget,” he breathes, his balls slapping underneath me, “who you belong to. Ever.”
I fall over the edge, my cunt clenching on him, slick soaking his length.
But he doesn’t stop. He moves harder, grunting in my ear, cutting off my air supply as he takes what he wants.
“Squeeze that pretty cunt,” he growls. “Let me feel you strangle my cock.”
He spews filth into my ear, so erotic and dirty that it makes my head spin.
Grey is a monster, the worst kind of beast, but it only makes me want him more.
What does that say about me?
Blessedly, he releases my throat but only gives me a moment to breathe before he kisses me, his tongue thoroughly invading my mouth. He swallows my cries of pleasure, and he eventually slows his thrust, rocking languidly into me.
“Come for me, Omega,” he whispers against my lips. “Let me feel it.”
I tilt my head back and he sucks at my mating gland, flicking it with his tongue.
It’s exactly what I need.
I explode, writhing against him, holding his mouth to my skin as I ride out my pleasure.
He follows soon after, working back up to a violent pace again until he roars into my neck, his cock inflating against my walls. Ropes of his cum fill me and I whimper as I take everything he gives me.
His release triggers another of my own and I fall apart again, before finally collapsing. Grey stays locked inside me, moving us gently, until I shake my head and whimper.
“Too much?” He asks softly, and I nod. He moves off of me and situates us so I’m curled against him, chest to chest, with one leg swung over his hip.
I struggle to keep my eyes open as his hand caresses my face.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispers, and I meet his gaze.
Guilt is etched into his features, so I give him a reassuring smile.
“It was perfect,” I breathe, but he’s not convinced.
“I was too rough,” he says, almost to himself. “I took it out on you.”
I frown. “Took what out on me?”
He shakes his head and moves the hair out of my face. “Everything.”
I thought we were done with riddles.
But I’m too tired to argue with him, and I drift to sleep in his arms, warm and safe.
When I open my eyes, he’s still there, watching me. He slid out of me at some point, but I’m still in his arms, and the ache in my body has dissipated.
I smile, and he gives me a small one back.
“You should smile more,” I whisper to him, bopping him on the nose with my finger. “It’s handsome.”
His eyes widen, and then he bursts out laughing. The corners of his eyes crinkle, and he looks years younger.
Soon, we’re both laughing, and he pulls me in for another kiss.
“How do you feel?” he asks quietly.
I frown. “Hungry.”
He pushes the covers off us and stands up out of bed, and I’m met with a glorious view of his backside.
Alpha Alpha Alpha!
I never get over how handsome all three of them are.
He dresses, and I try not to whine as I realize he’s going to leave.
“I’ll be right back,” he promises, closing the door behind him.
When he returns, he brings a plate of fruits and cheeses, and my mouth waters.
“May I feed you?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Any other time, I would hate this. It would remind me of Michael, and how controlling he was about what I ate.
But there’s an aching, needy part of me that wants to be taken care of.
So, I nod, and Grey rewards me with another smile.
I allow him to tend to me.
And, for the rest of my Heat, I allow all of them too. James, Beau, and Grey take turns pleasuring and caring for me.
I’m in my most vulnerable state, and they come when I call.
Other times, I wake up, and they’re dozing next to me, always with at least one hand on me, as if they’re scared I’ll slip away.
They feed me.
Clothe me.
Fuck me.
By the end, when my Heat fades and I’m less driven by my Omega instincts, something inside all four of us has formed.
Trust.