Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: young Lilith XIII

*~Young Lilith’s POV~*

His nervous smile widened just a little. "Your brown pants look beautiful," he murmured, almost shy. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

I stepped closer, sliding my arms around his neck, guiding his hands to my waist. His touch was hesitant, trembling against me. I leaned in, brushing my lips near his ear.

"Are you ready?" I whispered.

His heartbeat thundered so hard I swore I could hear it. A smirk tugged at my lips, but he shook his head quickly, eyes darting to the shadows around us.

"We’re... not really in the place for that right now," he said, voice low, cautious. "Like you said... they could attack at any time."

I silenced him with my hand pressed gently against his mouth, my gaze locking on his.

"Less worrying," I breathed, tilting closer, "more pleasure."

Then he lost it.

The second his lips crushed mine, the world fell away. I pulled tighter around his neck, whispering against his mouth between ragged kisses.

"Mm... Marcus, don’t hold back. Not tonight."

His groan vibrated against my chest as his hands slid firmly around my waist, dragging me closer. I laughed softly, teasing. "See? You’re losing it already."

"Lilith..." he warned, but his voice cracked with hunger.

I tilted my head, brushing my lips along his jaw, nipping lightly at the edge of his ear. "Good. I like when you lose control."

He shuddered. His hands skimmed up my back, rough fingers tangling in my hair. When his mouth returned to mine, the kiss was deeper, hotter, his tongue stealing the air from my lungs. I gasped, arching into him, feeling his chest heave against mine.

"Your taste—" he broke off, forehead pressing to mine. "You’re going to undo me."

"That’s the point," I breathed, sliding my fingers down to his shirt. Buttons popped loose beneath my trembling hands, and I smirked. "I want to see you."

"Lilith—"

"No more words." I tugged his shirt open, pressing my palms flat against his chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle. His breath hitched.

He caught my wrists, as if trying to slow me. I met his eyes, lips parted, and whispered, "Prove you’ve always wanted me."

That was it. His restraint snapped. He crushed me to him, his mouth devouring mine in a desperate kiss. His hands roamed down my sides, gripping my hips, lifting me slightly before setting me back against the cold stone of the rooftop.

The air was sharp, the night alive with danger, but his heat smothered everything else. His lips trailed down my neck, grazing my pulse, and I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out.

"Yes," I whispered, tugging at his hair. "There. Don’t stop."

He growled low in his throat, his mouth claiming more of me, teeth grazing, tongue soothing. I arched against him, every nerve screaming. His hands slid upward, unhooking me with a swiftness that made my cheeks burn. The cool night air brushed me, then his touch replaced it—warm, firm, reverent.

"Beautiful," he murmured hoarsely, voice unsteady. "Gods, you’re beautiful."

I smirked through the rush of heat. "Then take what’s yours."

That was all the permission he needed. His mouth found mine again, his tongue tangled deep with mine until I thought I might drown in him. His hands moved lower, slower, teasing along my skin, each touch a spark that made me gasp. I pressed harder into him, whispering in broken words, "More... Marcus, I need more."

His answer was another kiss, rougher this time, his breath hot, his control hanging by threads. "Lilith... you don’t know what you’re asking."

"Oh, I do." I dragged my nails lightly across his chest, watching his jaw clench. "I’ve been waiting for this. For you."

He groaned, pinning me tighter. "You’re going to be the death of me."

"Then die happy," I teased against his lips, pulling him back into me.

The rooftop was spinning, my pulse wild. The clash of war and betrayal beyond us faded—there was only the heat between our bodies, the way he touched me like I was the only thing that mattered. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer still.

His control snapped again—his kisses turned hungry, almost frantic, hands exploring, learning me, claiming me. I clung to him, breathless, half-moaning, half-laughing between kisses. "Marcus... don’t you dare stop."

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