Fated to the Triplet Alphas-Chapter 63: How Tight You Get When You Shatter

NB: 18+

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Chapter 63

~Xavier’s POV~

The head of my cock pressed against her entrance, slick and hot from everything we’d already done to her. Jade’s breath stuttered, thighs trembling on either side of my hips.

I held her gaze—those wide blue eyes glassy with need—and pushed forward slowly.

She opened for me inch by torturous inch. Tight heat enveloped the head, then more, gripping like velvet fire. A soft, shocked whimper slipped from her lips as the stretch registered. Her nails dug into my forearms, not pushing away, but anchoring herself as her body adjusted to the invasion.

"Fuck," I breathed, voice shredded. "So tight... so perfect."

I rocked gently, feeding her another inch, then another. I felt the exact moment her body yielded the last resistance. I sank deep in one smooth glide, breaking her hymen and burying myself to the hilt.

Jade cried out in pain. Her walls fluttered wildly around me.

Xade broke the kiss with her long enough to rasp against her ear, "Breathe, baby."

Her walls fluttered wildly around my length, pulsing with every heartbeat. She felt impossibly full, impossibly hot, and the way she clenched when I bottomed out nearly unraveled me right there.

Jade let out a long, trembling moan, head falling back against the pillow. Her hips rolled instinctively, trying to take even more.

Xade moved at the same instant. He gathered her hair away from her neck, exposing the soft spot where her pulse hammered. His fangs already descending, eyes locked on the soft curve of her neck where her pulse hammered. He leaned in ready to bite down and seal the claim.

"Mine," he growled.

No. My voice cut through the mindlink. Not yet.

Xade froze, lips hovering over her gland.

We haven’t broken the curse, I explained. Not fully. Not until we’re certain the darkness is gone. Who knows what marking her while we’re still tainted would do to her—to the bond.

A beat of silence rippled through the link.

Xander’s agreement came first. He’s right. Let’s wait till after we’ve all mated with her then we will mark her.

Xade exhaled harshly through his nose, fangs retracting with visible effort. He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the spot instead—teeth grazing without breaking skin—then pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. Fine. But the second we do, I’m claiming her.

We all are, Xander added.

Jade whimpered beneath me, confused and aching. "What... what’s wrong?"

I leaned down, brushing my lips over hers in a soft, grounding kiss. "Nothing’s wrong, mate. We’re just being careful. We want you marked more than anything—but only when it’s safe, when we’ve fucked."

Her brows furrowed for a second, then understanding flickered in her eyes. She nodded, small and trusting. "Okay."

That trust snapped the last thread of my restraint.

I started moving—slow, deep rolls of my hips at first, letting her feel every thick inch dragging against her sensitive walls. Each withdrawal pulled a needy little sound from her throat; each thrust home made her gasp and arch.

The wet, obscene slide of our bodies filled the room. She was so slick, so ready, that every stroke felt effortless yet devastating. I angled deeper, grinding against that spot inside her that made her eyes flutter shut and her mouth fall open in silent cries.

Xade moved to her mouth, kissing her deeply, swallowing every moan while his hand slid down to cup her breast, thumb brushing the stiff peak in slow circles.

Xander settled at her other side, mouth closing over her neglected nipple—sucking hard, then soothing with soft licks—while his fingers found her clit and began tight, relentless circles.

The combined assault shattered her fast.

Her thighs clamped around my waist, body bowing off the mattress as the orgasm ripped through her. Walls spasmed hard around my cock, milking me in rhythmic pulses. Pleasure crashed down the bond making my vision go white out for a heartbeat.

We groaned out in unison. Xander’s finger on her clit didn’t let up and so did my hips. I drove into her through it, chasing my own release.

Soon, Jade came a second time with my name on her lips. Her walls clamped down so hard I nearly lost it right then. Usually, I’d last way longer than this, but now, every pleasure she felt was doubled down on me.

I held on long enough to drive into her twice more before heat exploded at the base of my spine. I buried myself as far as I could go and spilled inside her in hot, throbbing waves with a guttural groan.

The bond flared brighter, warmer, but the dark shadow of the curse still lingered at the edges.

I stayed seated inside her, forehead pressed to hers, while the aftershocks rolled through us both, breathing hard against her neck.

When I finally eased out, careful, she made a small, disappointed whine that almost broke me.

Xade moved immediately, sliding into the space I left. "My turn, sweetheart."

He gave her a reassuring smile, notched himself at her entrance, and pushed in with one long, smooth glide.

Jade’s head tipped back on a moan, hands reaching for his shoulders. Xade caught her wrists gently, pinned them above her head, and set a deep, rolling rhythm—each thrust dragging low groans from both of them.

"Look at you," he rasped, voice wrecked. "Taking me so well after him. Fuck, baby..."

The way Xade talked dirty to her made her walls tighten around Xade as we held his pleasure within the bond.

Xander shifted higher, brushing sweat-damp hair from her forehead before kissing her softly—almost reverently—then trailing his mouth down her throat, over her collarbone, back to her breasts. "We’re nowhere near finished with you."

Jade looked between them, lips parted, eyes glassy and trusting. "Then don’t stop," she whispered.

Saying that, Xander sucked one nipple between his teeth, tugging gently while his fingers kept working her clit in time with Xade’s thrusts.

Xade’s rhythm picked up—harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. He angled his hips just right, grinding against that spot inside her every time he bottomed out. Jade’s moans turned desperate, fractured, her body rocking forward with each powerful drive.

"Feel that?" Xade rasped. "How deep I am? How full you are of me?"

Jade could only whimper in answer, head thrashing side to side on the pillow.

Xander’s fingers sped up on her clit, fast circles that matched Xade’s punishing pace. The double assault broke her open again.

She came with a sharp, keening cry—walls clamping down so viciously around Xade that he hissed through clenched teeth. Her whole body shook, thighs trembling, back arching as pleasure ripped through her in violent waves. The bond lit up like wildfire, feeding every pulse of her orgasm straight back to us.

Xade didn’t stop.

He fucked her through it—long, punishing strokes that dragged out every aftershock until she was sobbing softly, oversensitive and still clenching around him like she couldn’t help it.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, hips stuttering. "You’re gonna make me come just from how tight you get when you shatter."

One more deep thrust—then another—then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural sound, spilling his hot, thick seed inside her. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulsed, grinding slow circles to push every drop deeper.

When he finally eased out, Jade let out a soft, wrecked whine, hips twitching at the sudden emptiness.