Mated to the Triplet Alphas-Chapter 48: Break Time

(Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)

His words sent heat rushing through me. The responsible part of my brain reminded me that I was at work, on a break that would end in fifteen minutes. But the way Levi looked at me—eyes dark with desire, lips curved in that knowing smile—made it hard to care.

"Punish me?" I asked, my voice coming out breathier than intended. "What did I do wrong?"

Levi’s hands slid under my uniform shirt, his warm fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin. "Taking too long to mark me, for one," he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against my neck. "Making me worry about you. And looking so damn tempting in this uniform."

I shivered as his teeth grazed my pulse point. "That’s hardly my fault."

"I disagree." His hands moved higher, cupping my breasts through my bra. "You know exactly what you do to me."

My body responded instantly to his touch, nipples hardening beneath the fabric. I arched into his hands, desire flooding through me. "Levi, I only have fifteen minutes—"

"Then we better not waste time." He captured my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my gasp as his thumbs brushed over my sensitive peaks.

My hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands. The knowledge that we could be caught, that Greta might come looking for me any minute, only heightened the thrill. Levi’s mouth was hot and demanding against mine, his tongue teasing and exploring.

In one smooth motion, he pulled me up from the couch, hands dropping to grip my thighs and lift me. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, feeling his hardness press against my core even through our clothes.

"I’ve been thinking about this all day," he confessed, carrying me to the small table in the corner. He set me down on its edge, hands already working on the buttons of my uniform. "Watching you bend over tables, stretch to reach things on high shelves..."

"Pervert," I teased, but my hands were just as eager, tugging at his belt.

He grinned wolfishly. "Only for you, sweetheart."

My uniform top fell open, and Levi made a sound of approval at the sight of my simple black bra. He bent to press open-mouthed kisses along the swell of my breasts while his hands moved to my waistband, quickly unfastening my pants.

"Lift," he commanded softly, and I raised my hips so he could tug them down along with my underwear.

Cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver. I should have felt exposed, sitting half-naked on a break room table, but all I could focus on was the hunger in Levi’s eyes as he looked at me.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his hands running up my bare thighs. "So perfect."

I fumbled with his zipper, desperate to feel him. "Hurry," I urged. "We don’t have much time."

He helped me free him from his jeans, his erection springing forth hard and ready. The sight made my mouth water and my core clench with anticipation.

Levi stepped between my spread legs, one hand cupping my face while the other positioned himself at my entrance. "You’re already wet for me," he said with satisfaction, sliding through my folds.

"All day," I admitted, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Watching you watch me was... distracting."

He smirked, then slowly pushed inside, stretching and filling me in the most exquisite way. We both moaned at the sensation, my walls clenching around his thickness.

"Fuck, Hazel," he groaned, forehead pressed against mine. "You feel like heaven."

His pace started slow but quickly became urgent, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The table creaked beneath us, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Levi’s mouth found mine again, muffling our sounds as he drove into me relentlessly.

One of his hands slipped between us, fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center. He circled it expertly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Come for me," he urged against my lips. "I need to feel you."

The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Pleasure coiled tighter within me, building rapidly toward release. When it hit, it crashed through me like a wave, my body clenching around him as stars burst behind my eyelids. I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.

Levi’s movements became erratic, his breathing harsh against my ear. With a few final deep thrusts, he followed me over the edge, his body tensing as he found his release.

For a moment, we stayed locked together, hearts pounding in sync, bodies trembling with aftershocks. Then reality started to creep back in.

"Greta’s going to kill me if I’m late," I whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw.

Levi chuckled, slowly pulling away. He helped me clean up and straighten my clothes, his movements surprisingly tender after such an intense encounter.

"Worth it," he said with a satisfied grin, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I checked my reflection in the small mirror hanging on the wall, making sure I looked presentable. My cheeks were flushed and my lips slightly swollen, but otherwise, I thought I could pass as someone who had just been resting.

"You look thoroughly ravished," Levi commented, admiring his handiwork.

I swatted his arm. "Behave. And wipe that smirk off your face before we go out there."

He laughed but made an effort to compose his expression. "Yes, ma’am."

When we returned to the diner—separately, with Levi going first—I was only two minutes late from my break. Greta gave me a knowing look but said nothing, just nodded toward a new group of customers that had just walked in.

My eyes widened when I recognized Callum among them, along with three other wolves I knew from the pack. Thankfully, none of them were part of Annie and Joshua’s crew.

"Hey, Hazel," Callum greeted me with a friendly smile. "Good to see you back at work."

"Thanks, Callum," I said, genuinely happy to see him. "And thank you again for what you did the other day. With Joshua and Annie."

He shrugged, looking a bit embarrassed. "Anyone would have done the same."

"Actually, they wouldn’t," said one of the girls with him, a pretty redhead named Sophia. "Callum was really brave."

I led them to a booth and took their orders, aware of Levi watching us from his seat across the diner. His posture was relaxed, but I could tell he was listening to every word.

As I delivered their drinks, Callum asked, "Are you doing okay? After... you know. Last night."

News really did travel fast in our pack. "I’m fine," I assured him. "The triplets got to me in time."

"Lucky," said Sophia, stirring her iced tea. "Having three alpha wolves as mates must make you feel pretty safe."

I nodded, surprised by her friendly tone. Most female wolves kept their distance from me now, either out of respect for my position as the triplets’ mate or out of jealousy.

"Hey," Sophia continued, her eyes brightening with an idea. "I’m throwing a party this weekend. How about you come along, Hazel?"