The Triplet Alphas' Forbidden Temptation

The party ended in a storm of scandal and unanswered questions. Kieran carried Yuki straight to the waiting limo that Alexander and Aevia had arrived in. He laid her carefully across the wide leather seat, her body still trembling under the influence of the charm. Without hesitation he placed his hands on her and began channeling steady waves of healing energy into her system to counter the burning heat.

Her temperature climbed rapidly again. Sweat beaded across her forehead as she grew more delirious, soft whimpers escaping her lips. Aevia sat beside her, genuine concern etched across her face. A faint but heavy sense of guilt ached deep in her heart. Today had been a complete disaster. In the end she had achieved nothing. If anything, tonight had made everything worse. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks. It was hard to tell whether she cried for Yuki or for the ruin of her carefully laid plans.

”Will she really be fine?” Aevia asked, her voice small and unsteady. Alexander placed his hand on hers.

Kieran’s brows pulled together in a tight knot. His full attention remained locked on Yuki and the unmistakably woody scent that clung to her skin. Killian’s scent. His jaw locked hard as several dark possibilities crossed his mind. Just the thought of what might have happened between Yuki and his eldest brother was enough to distract him from the tempting aroma of her arousal.

”She will be,” he replied in a calm tone that betrayed nothing of the storm inside him. ”Tell the driver to drive faster.”

Aevia nodded quickly and glanced at Alexander, who passed the instruction through the mind link. Yuki groaned sluggishly and opened her eyes. Her fingers remained locked tightly with Kieran’s like a lifeline tethering her between sanity and complete madness.

”Thank you for helping,” Aevia said softly, truly grateful. ”Sorry you had to go through this.” Kieran was one of the top healers in Ravencourt, one of the few capable of handling such a mess.

Kieran paused for a moment. His gaze drifted from Yuki to his father and then to Aevia. ”I am not doing this because of you.” Aevia froze at his blunt words. ”It is my duty to handle it. If I do not, it would only make things look bad for me. Do not mistake it for anything else. My opinion of you has not changed.”

Aevia’s head bowed under the sharp sting of his words. She glanced at Alexander whose jaw had tightened noticeably. A low hiss slipped between Alexander’s lips. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. His temples throbbed badly and he had no energy left to deal with Kieran’s attitude. Aevia went completely silent, deciding it was better to stay quiet before she provoked him further.

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Elsewhere, Killian made his way out of the Beta’s main residence a few minutes later. His head was a complete mess. A heavy groan slipped from his lips as he raked a hand through his thick golden blonde locks. A small envoy of cars waited for him outside. Several vehicles were already driving away from the residence, and whispers flew between them that Killian’s sharp ears caught clearly.

He tucked his hands into his pockets and headed toward his own ride. The driver pulled open the door. Killian stepped inside and collapsed against the cool leather seat. The clean leather scent mixed with cedar in the air wrapped around him like a calming pill, easing his restless mind slightly.

The car drove smoothly down the long road. Tall trees blurred past the windows until the familiar Alpha’s residential building came into view. Killian’s mind drifted back to the garden. The scene replayed relentlessly. The feeling of her soft skin against his, the way she had moaned and ground against him, stuck to him like a curse. His breath grew heavy. His crotch tightened again with lingering discomfort.

”Fuck...” he whispered hoarsely under his breath. A wave of irritation struck him. What the fuck had he done? He regretted every second of tonight. He should not have stepped in or played with that dangerous line. Now she clung to his thoughts like a persistent curse.

The corner of his lips curled slightly. His eyes locked on the Alpha’s residence that grew larger as they approached. Deep down he knew that if he could turn back time and sensed Yuki in danger again, he was not certain he would have walked away. His body had moved on its own with extreme precision.

Killian’s hand trembled. He slowly curled his fingers until they bit into his palm. ’What are you, Yuki?’ he asked himself silently.

The car stopped smoothly in the driveway. The door opened and Killian stepped out. His eyes caught the limo that had brought Yuki parked nearby. They must have arrived a few minutes earlier. He continued inside with steady steps into the building that felt both familiar and strangely foreign.

It no longer felt like the home he had grown up in. It had stopped being that, the moment his father kicked out their mother and brought in an outsider.

The faint lingering scent of Yuki’s arousal still haunted the air, making the ache between his legs worse. Killian clicked his tongue in annoyance and headed straight toward his private quarters, far away from the temptation messing with his head.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, his hand went to his neck to loosen the suffocating tie. He moved toward the bathroom with fast strides. The tie was tossed somewhere on the floor. His shoes were kicked off along the way, socks along with it. By the time he crossed the bathroom door he had already pulled off his leather belt and half the buttons of his shirt were undone.

He stepped through the glass door of the shower and reached for the faucet. Cold water poured over him instantly, soaking him from head to toe. The icy stream traced every line of his powerful body. It clung to his shirt and trousers, outlining his perfect, muscular build.

Water rolled down his thick blonde locks, turning them darker as they stuck to his forehead and neck. Droplets slid over his sharp jawline, down the prominent bob of his Adam’s apple, and continued over the hard planes of his chest.

His soaked clothes left nothing to the imagination. The thick bulge of his cock became even more noticeable, straining hard against the wet fabric. Killian braced himself against the glass wall, back bent slightly as the cold water hammered down on him. A deep groan escaped his lips. His mind drifted back to the garden. The sweet sound of Yuki’s moans echoed in his ears. The memory of her wet, tight pussy clenching around his finger made his cock twitch violently.

”Fuck it,” he cursed. His eyes darkened, flickering between golden and sapphire blue. He slammed his hand against the glass wall trying to control the urge, but it was hopeless.

What was wrong with him? He questioned himself. He had been turned on before but had never lost control like this. His self-control was usually as strong as Kieran’s, yet tonight he had been careless.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. His eyes finally stopped flickering and settled on deep sapphire blue. He undid the last buttons of his shirt and peeled it off, tossing the soaked garment aside. Next he removed his trousers, revealing the full extent of his arousal.

The water traced every inch of his body. It ran down his broad back and over the intricate tattoo that started from his right hand, snaked up his arm, peeked at his neck, then spread across the right side of his powerful chest before descending toward his defined abs. The dark ink stopped right at the deep V of his waist, just above his fully erect cock. It stood flushed red and throbbing, the thick head leaking precum that mixed with the cold water streaming down.

Killian wrapped a large hand around his shaft and gave it a slow, firm stroke. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest. The cold water did little to calm the fire. His mind kept replaying the way Yuki had moaned his name, how her slick heat had coated his fingers, and how desperately she had ground against him. His hand moved faster, thumb brushing over the sensitive tip as more precum leaked out.

He leaned his forehead against the cool glass, eyes half-closed, muscles flexing with every stroke. The tattoo on his chest seemed to come alive under the flowing water. His cock throbbed harder in his grip, veins prominent as pleasure built rapidly.

With a final deep groan, Killian came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out, painting the glass wall before being washed away by the continuous stream of water. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, the cold water still pouring over his spent body.

Yet even after release, the image of Yuki refused to leave his mind.