The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 67

Erica’s POV

Chris holds my arms above my head and presses his naked body against my own. His length grows against the inside of my leg, eliciting a whimper from me. He moves my hair away from my neck and licks from the base of my neck and to my ear. As his tongue flicks over where my marking spot will be, my back arches off the futon, and I m**n loudly.

“I thought you were sleepy,” Chris chuckles next to my ear.

“I am.” I push out my bottom l*p in a seductive pout before dragging it between my teeth.

“Don’t do that,” Chris says as he looks down at me.

A flicker of a smile spreads across my lips. “Don’t do what?” I ask as I bat my eyelashes at him and pull my l*p in between my lips once again.

Using his thumb, Chris pulls my bottom l*p out from my teeth. His thumb traces over my bottom l*p before he cups my cheek in his hand and presses his lips to my own. His tongue explores the inside of my mouth gently. He grinds his body against my own and the tip of his c**k brushes against my opening. I try to match his movements, trying to edge his c**k into my core.

Tingles spread throughout my body as our bodies move against one another. I can feel the pull of the mate bond growing stronger between us and I can feel that we both know that we have made a mistake. Neither one of us should have ever left the North Pack. We shouldn’t have tried to sever ties that were being built between the four of us.

“Erica,” Chris whispers before he k****s me deeply.

Breaking away from the k**s, he rests his forehead against my own. Our eyes lock onto one another and he releases my arms from above my head. Immediately I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closely. He buries his head in my neck and inhales deeply. Slowly he reaches between our bodies and lines himself up with my core.

I wiggle my h**s under his weight, begging for him to thrust inside of me. Cupping my face in his hands he slowly inches his way into me.

“I love you,” he whispers as he slowly pushes himself deeper into me.

“I love you too,” I whisper back.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I dig my nails into his skin, trying to push him to go faster. But Chris continues to thrust in and out of me slowly, refusing to pick up his pace. He holds my face so that I cannot look anywhere but his eyes. His blue eyes are swirling with emotion that only gets more intense with each thrust into me.

His slow, intense movements are causing me to make noises that I have never made before. Wrapping my hands into his soft, blonde hair, I pull him in for a soft k**s. The longer our lips stay trapped together the more eager and passionate the k**s becomes.

Chris wraps his arms around me and holds me closer. I can feel his heart beating through his chest as our bodies find a soft but powerful rhythm together.

Tingles from the mate bond begin to spread throughout my body and they are only intensified by the passion of the moment. Chris’s arms tighten around my body as he begins to pick up the pace slightly. Pressing his forehead to mine he whispers that he loves me.

Pressure begins to build in my stomach as my core tightens around his c**k.

“f**k, Erica,” he g****s out loudly.

My h**s rise to meet each one of his thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He wipes a strand of blonde hair out of my face and presses his lips against mine once again. As his tongue enters my mouth, I am pushed over the edge. My toes curl and my legs stiffen as my o****m washes over me.

With a final thrust I can feel Chris also find his release within me. We both pant heavily as Chris holds himself overtop of me. He rests his forehead on top of mine and k****s me on the tip of the nose. I want nothing more than to stay the way we are right now, but there are things that we need to say to one another. Things that need to be put out in the open.

Chris lays down next to me and holds me close to his side. He runs his fingers up and down my sides and I giggle at the ticklish feeling that overcomes my body. Seeing the giggles that escaping my chest, his gentle touches begin to turn into actual tickles. Loud laughter fills my quiet apartment as I try to wiggle out of Chris’s grasp.

“Stop!” I squeal out loudly as he continues to tickle me.

“Where are you trying to go?” Chris laughs loudly as he tries to hold me down.

“Away from you,” I giggle but suddenly I realize that I said the wrong thing. Chris’s face falls and he looks wounded. “That’s not what I meant,” but it’s too late.

Chris gets up from my futon and immediately puts on his pants. “I know it’s not what you meant,” he says as he paces back and forth across my apartment floor. “It is just-“

“I know,” I say as I sit up in the bed and pull the blankets up to my chest. “I ran too.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing.” Chris sits beside me on my futon and holds his hands over my own. “But the moment that I was gone I knew it was a mistake.”

“Then why didn’t you come back?” I ask with tears streaming down my face.

“I wanted to,” he tells me. “I really wanted to, but pride got in my way.”

“We should go home,” I tell Chris. “We don’t belong out here.”

“What if we go back and they don’t forgive us?” Chris runs his fingers through his hair.

I shrug my shoulders and let out a little sigh. “There is only one way to find out.