Claimed Under The Mistletoe: The Triplet Alphas' Destiny

Chapter 65

Gwen

The door clicked shut behind Cole and Cash, and I was alone with Cain.

It was quiet. Not the kind of silence that feels empty—but the kind that makes you hold your breath, like the world itself is waiting.

Cain stood in the candlelight, his deep green eyes sweeping over me with a heat that made my skin tingle. His shoulders were tense, like he was holding himself back. Always holding himself back—for me.

“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice like gravel and honey.

“Yes.” My voice barely made it past the pounding in my chest. “I’m sure.”

He crossed the room in three long strides, and his hands came up to cradle my face. His kiss landed hot and open-mouthed, unrelenting. It wasn’t slow, and it wasn’t gentle. It was full of every sleepless night, every moment he’d waited, every time he’d held me and wanted more but hadn’t dared to ask.

This time, we weren’t holding back.

I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and tugged his shirt over his head, needing skin, needing closeness. He undressed me slowly, touching every inch of exposed skin like it was holy. When he finally laid me down in the center of the bed, he knelt between my legs and just looked at me—his eyes roaming like he was trying to memorize every detail.

His fingers made lazy paths down my torso, up and back around, stopping to appreciate my n*****s, pebbled and hard, and moving lower, so slowly. They teased and brushed my core and Cain hissed as he felt how wet I was. "Well that didn't take much, did it, Firefly?" He grinned at the reaction I had to his touch. He lifted his fingertips to his mouth and tasted me, groaning as he did. "So sweet." His buried his face between my legs like he was stranded in the desert and I was an oasis. I felt my inner walls clench as I came close to orgasm. He stopped suddenly and sat up. "What are you doing" I whined. Cain stood from the bed and dropped his pants. I took a moment to appreciate his body and the size of him made my stomach flutter with excitement. "Do you want me to come back, baby?" he asked, his voice husky and low. I simply nodded. He stroked me with one finger and I moaned. "I want to hear you say it, Gwen." "I want you back, Alpha." That undid his tether and he pulled me to the edge of the bed. Kneeling before me, slung my legs over his shoulder and dove back face first between my thighs. His fingers tweaked my n*****s then moved down to hold my hips against the bed. I bucked against his face looking for more friction. He slipped his tongue inside me, making me gasp. His left hand held my hips as his right stroked my c**t. "Cain" I gasped "you're going to make me cum." He hummed against me, the vibrations going straight to my core. "Good girl. c*m for me" He whispered as his fingers took the place of his tongue. He sucked my c**t once and I was sent tumbling over the edge.

“You’re so beautiful, Gwen,” he murmured, after stroking me through my orgasm. “You always have been.”

Then he was over me, on me, in me—and my breath hitched. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his tongue.

The stretch of him, the weight, the way he moved—it was like everything inside me had been waiting for this exact moment to click into place. I moaned into his mouth, clutching his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist as we moved together.

It was more than physical. With every stroke, it felt like we were unspooling some invisible thread between our souls, tying them tighter.

He threw my legs over his shoulders and pounded into me, making sure to keep stroking my c**t with his finger.

“Cain—” I gasped, arching as the pleasure built. Akira stirred in my chest, a low, wild growl vibrating in my bones.

His eyes flashed gold. I felt his wolf push forward, drawn by the bond.

“Now?” he whispered, his lips against my cheek.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Do it. Mark me.”

He struck.

The bite sent a shockwave of raw, blinding energy through me. My climax hit like a supernova—light exploding behind my eyes as I cried out his name. His teeth in my neck, his mouth sealing the wound with a slow, gentle lick... it was like the earth had shifted under me.

The bond roared to life. I felt him—his love, his loyalty, his need—and all of it tangled into mine. I could barely breathe. I was full in a way I’d never known was possible.

I was his.

Cain

She was radiant.

Her skin was flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her scent... and Goddess, her scent was everywhere. I could feel her bond settling in me like molten gold—warm and steady and impossible to deny.

She was mine now.

I brushed the damp hair from her forehead and kissed her gently. “Your turn,” I whispered.

Gwen didn’t hesitate.

She rolled us over until she straddled me, her palms pressed to my chest. She looked down at me with a spark in her eyes—one that had been missing for too long. Confidence. Power. Possession.

“I love you, Cain.”

And then she leaned in.

Her kisses were soft at first, but they grew bolder, hungrier. She moved her hips up and down in a way that almost undid me right then and there. I thrust up into her, getting deeper than ever. I was close and she knew it. Her lips trailed down my jaw to the spot where my shoulder met my neck, and I felt her wolf stir too—Akira rising with the same dominance I’d felt in her during that first run.

She didn’t ask. She just bit.

My body seized at the feel of her teeth breaking skin, and the bond she’d poured into me exploded outward. My orgasm hit almost at the same moment—sudden and sharp and raw. My fingers dug into the sheets as I gasped her name, barely hanging on.

Then her tongue soothed the wound, and my body stilled.

It was done.

We were bound. Forever.

My mark was on her neck, a small silver crescent with jagged points that mirrored the lines of my wolf's eyes. And hers on me—bright, sweeping lines, wild and graceful like her soul.

I cradled her to my chest as she settled against me, both of us breathing hard, both of us whole.

One down. Two to go.