Mated to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Stolen Moments

“On your honeymoon?” Leo spluttered. He gave me an astonished glance before he turned back to the triplets. “Are you sure that’s—”

“If you don’t want to come, that would be even better,” Levi interrupted with a playful smirk.

“I’ll be there,” Leo replied immediately, narrowing his eyes at Levi. “Someone has to make sure she gets a break from you three occasionally.”

Liam and I exchanged amused glances. The rivalry between Leo and the triplets had softened into something closer to brotherly teasing, though they’d all deny it if asked, especially Leo and Levi.

“I can’t wait to be back at the beach house,” I said, thinking of the private island paradise where the triplets had proposed. The memory of dropping to one knee in perfect unison, the gorgeous ring held out, still made my heart race.

“Our first night there as husband and wife,” Liam said softly against my ear. “As your official mates.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words. Though we’d marked each other a while ago, there was something different about being officially married in front of our pack.

“I’ve packed your bags,” Lucas said, his hand resting possessively on my hip. “We can slip away whenever you’re ready.”

“After the first dance,” I decided. “I don’t want to miss that.”

As if on cue, the music shifted to a slow, romantic melody. Lucas led me to the center of the dance floor, his brothers and Leo watching from the edge with identical expressions of hunger that made my pulse quicken.

Lucas’s strong arms encircled my waist, pulling me against his solid chest as we began to sway to the music. His green eyes held mine, full of promises that made heat pool low in my belly.

“You look breathtaking,” he whispered, his thumb tracing small circles on my lower back. “I’ve been fighting the urge to steal you away all day.”

I smiled up at him, still not quite believing this powerful, handsome man was mine. “We have forever now.”

“Forever won’t be long enough,” he replied, brushing his lips against my forehead.

As the song transitioned to another slow melody, Liam stepped forward, tapping his brother on the shoulder. “My turn with our bride.”

Lucas reluctantly released me, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before placing my hand in Liam’s.

Liam’s dancing style was different—more fluid, more relaxed. Where Lucas led with commanding precision, Liam guided with gentle warmth. He pulled me close, his familiar scent washing over me.

“Happy, Mrs. Sullivan?” he asked, his smile so bright it rivaled the fairy lights surrounding us.

“Deliriously,” I admitted, resting my head against his chest. I could hear his heart beating steadily beneath my ear.

“Good,” he murmured into my hair. “Because making you happy is all I want to do for the rest of my life.”

I looked up at him, touched by the sincerity in his voice. Liam had always been the one who wore his emotions most openly, and I could see every ounce of his love reflected in his eyes.

The song ended too soon, and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find Levi bouncing on his heels, hand extended toward me.

“Save the best for last,” he winked, pulling me from Liam’s arms as a slightly more upbeat song began. noveldrama

Levi’s energy was infectious as he guided me around the floor with unexpected grace. For someone so restless, he moved with surprising skill, adding playful twirls that had me laughing.

“I’ve been waiting all day to get you alone,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. His hand, which had been properly placed on my back, slid lower, dangerously close to the curve of my bottom.

“Levi,” I chastised, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Everyone is watching.”

“So?” His hand gave a little squeeze, making me gasp. “You’re my wife now. I’m allowed to touch my wife.”

I glanced around nervously, but no one seemed to be paying us any particular attention. Most guests were occupied with their own dancing or conversations.

“You’re impossible,” I whispered, but there was no real rebuke in my tone.

“Impossibly in love with you,” he countered, his hand continuing its exploratory path. “I can’t wait for our honeymoon. In fact, I don’t know if I can even wait that long.”

His fingers traced patterns along my spine, each touch sending sparks of desire through my body. When his hand dipped lower again, I bit my lip to suppress a whimper.

“Levi, please,” I whispered. “Not here.”

His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in close. “Then let’s go somewhere else.”

I glanced around the reception. Lucas was engaged in conversation with Alpha Joseph. Liam was dancing with Sophia and Callum, all three of them laughing at something. Leo was by the bar, sipping a drink and looking bored as usual.

“No one will miss us for a few minutes,” Levi whispered, his breath hot against my neck. “What do you say, wife?”

The way he said “wife” sent a thrill through me. Looking into his mischievous green eyes, I found myself nodding.

“Just for a few minutes,” I agreed.

Levi’s face lit up with triumph. He took my hand, and we slipped away from the dance floor, moving casually toward the packhouse. Once we were out of sight of the reception, Levi’s patience evaporated. He pressed me against the side of the building, his lips finding mine in a hungry kiss.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he groaned against my mouth. “You look so damn beautiful in this dress, but all I can think about is getting you out of it.”

His hands roamed over my body, tracing the curves hidden beneath layers of white fabric. I melted into his touch, my own desire building rapidly.

“Let’s go inside,” I suggested breathlessly, already fumbling with his tie.

We barely made it through the packhouse doors before Levi was kissing me again, more urgently this time. His hands found the zipper at the back of my dress, slowly pulling it down as I worked on the buttons of his shirt.

“I love you,” he whispered against my neck, placing hot kisses down my throat. “So much, Hazel.”

“I love you too,” I gasped as his teeth grazed my collarbone.

We stumbled down the hallway toward our bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing—his jacket on the floor, my veil hanging from a doorknob, his tie draped over a chair. By the time we reached our bedroom door, Levi’s shirt was fully unbuttoned, revealing his sculpted chest, and my dress was barely clinging to my shoulders.

Once inside, Levi kicked the door shut and pressed me against it. His hands slid beneath my dress, pushing it up my thighs as his lips reclaimed mine. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he murmured, his hands cupping my bottom and lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his desire pressing against me through his pants. “Watching you walk down that aisle. Knowing you’re ours. Forever.”

He carried me to the bed, laying me down gently before covering my body with his. My dress bunched around my waist as his hands explored the newly exposed skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, eyes dark with need as he took in the sight of me in my wedding lingerie. “My mate. My wife.”

His fingers traced the edge of my lace-trimmed panties, teasing but not yet venturing beneath. I arched toward his touch, silently begging for more.

“Tell me what you want,” Levi demanded, his voice husky with desire.

“You,” I breathed. “Please, Levi.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His fingers slipped beneath the lace, finding me ready for him. I gasped at the contact, my hips rising to meet his touch.

“So wet for me already,” he groaned, his skillful fingers working magic that had me panting his name. “I love how responsive you are.”

I reached for his belt, desperate to feel all of him. Levi helped, quickly unfastening his pants and pushing them down his hips. Just as he positioned himself between my thighs, the bedroom door swung open.

“Starting without me?” Liam’s amused voice called from the doorway. “I’m hurt. Why wasn’t I invited to this party?”