My Triplet Biker Alphas

~ Adeline ~

I wasn’t expecting him. Not tonight. Not in my room. Or perhaps I should say my new room.

But there he stands—broad shoulders, hands gripping the wheels of his sleek black wheelchair like he owns the world and everything in it, including me.

“You look at me like you’re scared,” he says, voice low, dark, and velvety.

“Good. You should be.”

My breath hitch. Not just because I fear him but also because he looks at me like I am made to be devoured.

“I didn’t agree to any of this in the first place,” I whisper, clutching the thin fabric of my nightdress to my chest. I don't want any of this. But I have no choice.

He rolls forward, slow and deliberate, until his knees brush mine on the bed.

“Your father sold you, princess. And I paid. That makes you mine.”

His fingers catch the hem of my dress and I freeze.

“You can fight,” he murmurs, voice like smoke against my neck, making my heart drum against my chest. This man was scary.

“Or you can surrender. But either way… I always get what I paid for.” he finalizes, and when his mouth claims mine, it wasn’t a kiss. It was a warning—hot, unrelenting, and possessive. And yet, beneath the roughness, there was something else. Something that makes my heart drum even faster. I probably should be resisting, but fuckin' hell, my own lips were betraying me.

His hands slip around my waist, pulling me closer as though to merge our bodies together. I know I should not enjoy how he touches me, how he kisses me. But when the kiss deepens, it makes me breathless. It was hot, making my stomach churn with something unfathomable.

No one has ever touched me this way, not even Corey, my ex mate.

A gasp tears from my lips when he slips from his wheelchair, pinning my hands above my head on the bed, his lips trailing my skin as though to spill secrets on it. Every touch of the moist flesh of his lips sends my body spiralling into a fit of jolts. It's as though I'm being electrocuted by each kiss.

He moves from my neck to the peaches resting on my chest, then the sound of tearing erupts. I gasp, surprised by how beastly he tears up my nightdress, yet the reality that I was bare before him leaves me trying to cover up. It was the same body Corey had called fat. I know I was not as sexy as other women. I wasn't as slim. To everyone, I am the alpha's adopted fat daughter. But the way this man looks at me makes me want to melt. Yet I remind myself how dangerous he is, how I shouldn't be enjoying this.

The look in his eyes doesn't change, and it leaves me trying to figure out his thoughts. Does he not see the cellulite on my body? The multiple folds on my belly? Or the zebra marks plastered across my skin as though they were meant to be there?

Or is he not just disabled but blind?

“Don’t cover them, little mouse. Let me see,” he pushes my hand away from my breasts.

I thought he'd back away, after all, even when Corey had stuck his cock in me, he had asked me to turn off the lights. A bitter feeling washes over me, and I wait for him to push me away.

But instead, his hand reaches for my breasts, squeezing tight. It catches me off guard, and a moan slips from my lips. Ever so sinful, ever so intoxicating. He doesn't stop me. He trails hot and wet kisses down my plus-size body, down to my breasts. And when he takes a nipple into his mouth, I melt. His touch feels so sinful, yet so right. No matter how much I try to snap myself out of it, I can't seem to.

When he finally tears his clothes off and settles between my legs, I close my eyes like I had done when Corey took me, yet this man is different.

“Look at me,” he orders, making me gasp for breath. I open my eyes and catch his ocean blue eyes glow in the dark.

When he finally penetrates me, I feel my insides stretch. The bed squeaks due to the weight of my body, yet he does not look disgusted. He takes me right there, right then. I have never felt anything like this. I have never had anyone look at me without seeing my oversized body.

He pulls out, then pushes back in, making me gasp for breath. Moans spill from my lips, surprising even myself. How long has it been since my ex mate made me feel this way? So wanted? Fuck, I shouldn't even be enjoying this, but I am.

I can't breathe.

He moves inside me, slow this time, each thrust sending heat through my body and filling the hollow spaces heartbreak had carved out.

His hand find it's way below my thigh, lifting it carefully, as though I might break before filling me up again. A gasp tears from my throat as I arch my back off the bed, my hands flaying to find something–anything I could hold onto for support. I find the sheets, and I grip it tightly. It's all so intoxicating.

He drives into me again, and I whimper. I know I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't be lost in an intimacy that feels too good to be true, but my own body betrays me. I want more. I need more.

My fingers clutch the sheets tighter, gripping on for dear life as he moves faster. I feel myself getting closer to the edge.

My wolf is purring in content. A feeling we had not gotten in years, until a sound tore from my throat. Half-moan, Half-sob. I cum hard, and he follows seconds later, his face buried in my neck, a low growl tearing from his throat.

*Sexy* my wolf purrs in my head, making me snap back to reality.

*Shut up* I scold her.

When he pulls away from me, I see the sweat glistening his bare torso, and I swallow hard. I suddenly remember he is disabled. How can he perform so well in bed? Must be a talent from birth.

He sees the question on my face but doesn't answer. He just pull his pants up, and without turning back to look at me, he mounts his wheelchair. I feel utterly humiliated.

Before he wheels himself out the door, he turns one last time and mutters,

“My brothers will mate with you,”