Mated to the triplet alpha

Having Fun

Chapter four

Nia's POV

His hair was white. As white as snow. He had tied their ponytails style. He blinked, and I couldn't help but notice his long lashes. His eyes were golden. The kind that were hypnotizing. I could stare at them all day.

My eyes lowered to his lips, and I swallowed. Plump, slightly pink lips that begged to be kissed. I wanted badly to know how he tasted.

If there were a word to describe the man seated beside me, only one word came to mind.

Breathtaking.

“Hello, damsel, visit me up here for a sec,” the deep baritone interrupted my assessment.

I snapped my eyes up at him. I lowered my eyes immediately. “Was I so obvious?” I muttered in hopes of not being heard, as I played with a little fray on my dress.

“Yes,” he replied with a smile, revealing a perfect dentition. Gosh! Does the moon goddess still make men like this? I couldn't bear to look at him

I'd turn to molten magma. I peeked my eyes at him. He smiled.

“Drink,” he pointed to a glass positioned in front of me.

“Oh,” I grabbed the glass and gulped down its contents at a stretch.

When I looked up again, the bartender and the man beside me were staring at me.

I laughed nervously. “I just need to relax.”

The bartender nodded, but the man beside me. He stared at me, and I was looking everywhere but at him.

When I turned to my right, I spotted a blonde who had been eyeing the beautiful man.

I sighed.

“It can be tiring sometimes,” he commented drily. He gulped down the remaining of his drink. At first, I didn't get what he was talking about. From then I began to notice that most girls within a close range tried to make eye contact with him.

Then I chuckled, taking a sip of my drink. Quietly this time.

Only then did I have the opportunity to look around.

Pulsating speakers, reverberating beats, the moving disco ball travelling on all corners of the crowded dance floor, and thus was just the beginning of my night. I looked forward to having lots of fun.

The DJ was in high spirits. His ears were partly closed with one hand raised while the other moved with grace and style on the turntable. He chose the right songs. He kept the festive mood alive, drawing more people to file outside, waiting to be cleared in by the bouncers.

“You want to dance?” The man beside me said. I leaned in to hear him talk.

“Come dance with me,” the man pulled me from my seat. I tried to resist, but he was Strong. It was like pulling a mountain.

“Sash, come,” he said. He pulled me to the dance floor. I was shy at first, but after the whisky kicked in, I forgot myself.

I danced without care or worry, forgetting myself, lost in the moment, letting the beats travel through me, while I, in turn, was one with it. It was the craziest I had gone all week, after the crazy week I was having. This was more than respite. It was a beautiful backdrop.

The troubles of the day had been kept outside with me, hoping that they would be lost to me when I stepped outside, for in here was the only truth and freedom I needed. I didn’t need a reminder as to who I was. I didn’t wish to be known. Tonight, I was everyone, and everyone was me.

I was ready to go in this spirit all night, but then, I was patched. A slight discomfort I was willing to ignore. Only not for long.

“Let me get you a glass—” the man began, then I understood.

“Nia. My name is Nia!”

The beautiful man grinned. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I'm Wes. Nice meeting you,” I smiled at him as we hugged a bit.

He promised to be back. Within the next 2 minutes, he was back with our drink.

We danced so much. I was having so much fun until I noticed something strange about Wes. He stared at me longer, and he gave me a lopsided smile. This made his attractiveness go from a 100 to a 1000.

I was shy. I needed to leave.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” I screamed in his ear. He nodded eagerly, and I walked off.

In the bathroom, I couldn't seem to stop smiling. I looked different. And I loved it.

As soon as I got out of the bathroom, a hand grabbed me from nowhere. Just before I began to scream, a hand covered my mouth swiftly. I only stopped when I saw who it was.

“You scared me,” I said as Wes released me.

“I'm sorry,” his voice breathless. “I didn't mean to. Will you follow me upstairs, there's an Inn There?”

I nodded slowly and followed him.

I didn't get enough time to gather my thoughts, as before I knew it, we were already in a room.

As soon as Wes shut the door, he turned to me and leaned into me, my back to the door. I could feel his breath on my neck.

“I want you,” he said coarsely on my neck as he kissed my neck aggressively.

I swallowed. Today I let go. I had planned on giving myself today to my mate, but then my mate was an i***t. Now I don't care. I am going to do it anyway.

I nodded slowly. He cupped my face in his hands. “You sure?”

I nodded again. “Yes,” my voice was firm as my chest rose and fell. Wes stared at me underneath his lashes. The next thing I know, he had slammed his lips on me. He kissed me furiously as if I were the air he breathed. He only let me up to breathe for a while, then he was back, claiming my mouth.

He slipped a finger into my s*x, and I lost it.

“ahh… ohh.. I think—” it felt so good. My toes were curled up, and my eyes were tightly shut.

Slowly, Wes plunged his length into me, and I cried out.

“In and out, he thrust into me with increased intensity.

“f**k this is so good” he groaned.

“You. Are. So. Sweet.” he groaned as he kept thrusting. Finally with a loud groan, he was about to come c*m, then I heard a loud bang. I looked up immediately.

Suddenly, the door was yanked open, and I screamed.

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