Their Wife (Reverse Harem)

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Sofia.

I was woman enough to admit when I was being a dumbass and this, ladies and gentlemen, was totally one of those times.

It might have been the fact that I remembered what I had said to the trio yesterday. Okay, it was because of what I said and being cranky from waking up alone and sore. Everywhere.

Damn them triplets.

My irrational thinking was included in that cluster shit of fuckity fuckness. It messed with every sane thought that crossed my mind and replaced them with a hefty amount of self doubt. Nevertheless, I was glad that the trio weren't here to behold my dramatic ass have a heatstroke.

I told them that I loved them.

I did mean it, yes. But I still wanted to have at least told them while conscious and not dozing in and out of the restful death people called sleep.

Shaking my head, a frown marred my face as I stared at the bottle of water and painkillers set on the nightstand.

They didn't leave a note.

They always did.

I gulped down the water swallowing the two pills along with it then moved standing up and headed for the bathroom.

My bladder was being a total fucking bitch this fine...noon. So, yeah, I overslept and was about to piss my pants-- or lack thereof but least I had Nikolai's tee on which looked like a giant baggy dress on me, so I wasn't completely naked.  Fuck, I loved his musky scent as it clung to the fabric warming my insides with affection and somehow easing my nerves.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I was a goner.

Hisses of pain wafted in the quiet room. My pussy hurt, and my ass did too but on a whole other level. It stung like a bitch and the throb between my thighs was bittersweet.

Pain and pleasure indeed went hand in hand.

I didn't doubt that my skin was marked all over from the purple tints I had noted on my hips and tits with the few ones on my tummy.

It gave me a kick to know that these men left their marks on me. Claiming me. Marking me as theirs. And I knew that I left hickeys on Nial but I didn't get to leave any on Nik and Nadei, yet, I wanted to.

Even thinking about sinking my teeth into their smooth inked skin was a turn-on. Every goddamn thing they did was a turn-on.

And damn me for falling in love with a hot tripled set of hypersexual men.

Moving to stable myself as I stepped into the adjacent bathroom. I avoided catching my reflection in the mirror knowing how disheveled and thoughtfully ravished but satisfied I looked and felt.

I smiled dreamily and another burning flush of fluster rose on my cheeks at the relic of how yesterday was definitely by far the best night of my life.

I was right.

The triplets were perfect in every way possible but was I remotely perfect or even good enough for them?

Our relationship didn't start on the right hand or was it normal. I made things hard for them from the beginning. I didn't listen. I even hated them at one point. I fought back and didn't recoil from their unwavering intensity nor did I immediately love them but I sure did now.

And it was hard to think that four months ago that I didn't even know they existed.

Heck, If someone would've told me that I'd fall in love with three men-- that fucking kidnapped my annoying ass-- in such a short period, I would've laughed at their faces and asked if they were high or sick.