Entangled With My Alpha Triplets

Seventeen

~Asher~

As I stood under the cold shower, holding her fragile body, my dick was throbbing so hard that it was almost painful.

I didn't want to let her go.

I wanted to keep her close to me.

Always.

I was the first to admit I was a possessive asshole. I didn't like sharing, but she wasn't my mate yet for me to mark her.

I was the kind of guy who didn't hesitate to drive a silver dagger through the heart of any man who longs for her or break his jaw to prove a point.

Looking down at her round boobs, I couldn't resist the urge to cup and squeeze them, but she was drunk and might probably kill me for touching her.

It's not like she wouldn't like it; she would.
The only thing I should be concerned about is getting her to sleep and fixing Zane's face for toying with her heart, but my dirty mind kept displaying ninety-nine positions to bend her.

"Ash." She moaned.

"Yeah."

She fell on my chest and then leaned back again with a devilish smile on her face. "Why don't you want to come closer? You still hate me for choosing Zane?"

"I don't." I whispered, dodging the hand she reached out to me with.

"Then why won't you touch me?"

"Because you aren't mine yet."

Her eyes sparkled with lust, then she stood on her toes again to question me, "And when I'm yours, will you touch me then?"

"I don't know."

"Why are you so afraid to take what's yours? Do you need a sign from the moon goddess first?"

"You're always so uptight that I'm scared to make you angry because I know you won't talk to me." She pouted.

"I don't like it when you treat me that way because I like you a lot, Asher." She confessed, with a giggle following right after.

"I thought I liked Zane, but he doesn't make my heart burn the way you do."

I raised an eyebrow, my expression neutral, but my eyes burning with intensity. "You like me, Haz? That's cute."

She pouted, her lips jutting out, but I could see the spark of desire in her eyes. "Grumpy, don't be like that."

I shrugged, my shoulders barely moving. "I'm just stating facts. You're drunk, and you don't know what you're saying."

She took a step closer, her eyes locked on mine. "I know exactly what I'm saying, Ash. And I know what I want."

I smiled—a slow, possessive smile. "And what's that?"

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I want you."

My eyes never left hers, and my heart was pounding so fast that I hated that she might actually hear me. "You're not ready for me, Hazel, and I don't think you'll ever be."

I turned to leave, but her hand shot out, grabbing my arm. "Asher, wait."

I looked down at her hand, then back at her face. "Don't touch me unless you're ready for the consequences, Haz."

Her eyes flashed with desire, and she smiled—a sly, seductive smile. "I'm ready."

"Let's just get you to bed." I carried her out of the bathroom in a towel and dropped her on the bed.

"No, I don't want to sleep unless you do it with me."

"Do what?"

"Fuck me." She smirked.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you're drunk, and you clearly don't know what you are doing." I spelled it out.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Ash. I know that I have liked you from the moment I saw you. I know that you only hate me because I have to be with your other brothers."

"I'm not drunk." She lazily said.

"Well, I don't like you." I lied, taking my eyes off her and muttering curses under my breath.

She laughed with a husky, seductive sound. "Oh, Ashy, you're so bad at lying. I can see the way you look at me, the way you want me."

I gritted my teeth, trying to maintain my control. "Stop. You're not making this easy for me."

She sat up, her towel slipping and her breasts peeking out. "I'm not trying to make it easy for you, Asher. I'm trying to make it hard for you. Hard to resist me, hard to deny what we both want."

I took a step back, trying to distance myself from her. "Hazel, you're playing with fire. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

She tried pulling me closer to her, but I swiftly took her hands off me and got off the bed. "I know exactly what I'm getting myself into, Asher. I'm getting into you."

I growled, my control slipping. "If you don't stop, I'll leave."

"And I will follow you. I will tell everyone how you fucked me in the bathroom the other day."

"Your girlfriend will end things with you, and I will have you all to myself." She laughed maniacally, but it was only a matter of seconds before she fell back to the bed, dozing off.

My lips parted in shock over her threat. I couldn't believe she would actually expose our secret like that. But as I looked down at her, I saw the peaceful expression on her face, and my anger melted away. She was just trying to get a rise out of me, and I couldn't blame her.

I sighed and rubbed my temples. This was getting complicated. I needed to get out of there before things escalated further. I turned to leave, but my eyes landed on Hazel's towel, which had slipped off her body. I groaned inwardly. This was not what I needed.

I quickly grabbed a blanket and covered her up, trying not to look at her naked body. But my eyes betrayed me, and I caught a glimpse of her curves. I felt my control slipping again.

I turned and walked away, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. I needed to clear my head and figure out what to do next. But as I reached the door, I heard Hazel's soft voice.

"Asher?"

I paused, my hand on the doorknob. "Yeah?"

"I'm going to make you fall in love with me someday, and when I finally do, you'll find it so hard to stop loving me." She mouthed it with a grin on her face.

I smiled to myself, knowing that she had set a challenge that she would lose, but I loved the idea of her trying so hard to get me.

As I turned to spare a last glance, my wolf stirred awake, and her scent suddenly wafted up, reaching my nostrils.

A jolt of recognition hit me before my wolf whispered the word I loathed to hear, "Mate."