The Fate of the Triplet Betas

Chapter Eight - Dirty Thoughts

(Mature Content) Ayla's POV

The amount of pleasure I felt down in my special place was so sweet that I was wet, but it didn’t feel right to mate with Jack here in the pack hospital especially since it would be my first time. I place my hands on Jack’s chest and I gently push him off me.

“We should stop for now. I don’t think this is the right place for that,” I whispered.

Jack blinks and his eyes change from green to all black then back to green. I think he’s trying to fight with his wolf for control.

After a few seconds he sighs.

“You’re right. Sorry, my wolf got a little carried away,” he exhaled, scooting to the edge of the bed and taking my hand in his, the tingles from our bond shooting up my arm in waves. I want to sit here forever and admire my handsome mate, but I must know what went down with the red eyed wolf.

“So, I heard it was you who saved me from getting bitten a second time from the red eyed wolf,” I confessed. I wanted to try and ease into the questions by starting easy.

Jack’s face fell, but instead of sadness on his face there was anger and a lot of it.

“That wolf… should not have been here,” he said, gritting his teeth. His anger was so strong that I felt it in our bond. My heart started tightening and it was the worst pain imaginable.

Jack turned his back to me, and I saw that his back muscles were tight.

I move forward on the bed, and I tuck my legs underneath me. I wrap one arm around his waist, and I squeeze his arm with my other hand. I rest my chin on his shoulder, my hair cascading over his arm. Jack is so tall even when he’s sitting that me tucking my legs underneath me barely does anything. I just look so tiny compared to him.

“Why are you so angry, Jack. I’m fine now. He can’t hurt me anymore,” I rasped. It was kind of hard to breathe, but I pushed through it because I don’t want my mate angry anymore. I tilt my head and gently nibble on his earlobe. He moans softly and I smile. It’s so easy to get him to change emotions so quickly.

I pull away and I rest my cheek on his shoulder, urging him to tell me what’s going on.

Jack sighed and turned his head to look at me. He places his hand over my hand that rests on his abs. His strong, rock-hard abs.

Focus Ayla, you have a mission.

“I have the wolf locked in the dungeon of your packhouse. That man, the coward that he is, won’t shift back to his human form no matter how much I t*****e him.” Jack muttered, looking down at his fingers that are intertwined with mine.

“t*****e?”

I didn’t know what to expect from that answer. Of course, Jack is going to t*****e the wolf who almost killed me. He wants to know what his endgame is, but why am I so shocked about it?

“That man murdered my parents, and he shows up here trying to murder my mate. He is not going to get away with that,” he grumbled. I think he might be talking to himself at this point, but thanks to my wolf hearing I heard everything he said.

My brain starts working in overdrive to understand what I heard. I thought he died of starvation through endless amounts of t*****e. Did he possibly fake it so he could find a way to escape? Jack is so shocked about it that he is probably working the same thing out in his head that I am trying to work out in mine.

Jack sighed and hunched his shoulders in defeat. He puts his head in his hands and groans.

I want to make him feel better. I slide my hand up and down on his arm, gently squeezing as I do and I notice how big his arm actually is. Holy Goddess this man is ripped. His arm muscles are so big that my tiny hand can barely grip half of it. My hand involuntarily squeezes in one spot and my thoughts go to him throwing me against the wall, his mouth ravaging mine.

‘Oh Darlin'. What dirty thoughts you have. I like it’.

Zara is purring in my head that you could probably mistake her for a cat. I roll my eyes at her, and she whines happily.

“If you squeeze my arm any tighter, I’d have to take you right here and I don’t care who walks in,” Jack growled.

I squeak at his response, and I jump back. I sit in the middle of the bed, and I cover my face with both my hands to hide my beat red face. I am so embarrassed. The thoughts I just had in my head would turn Jack on in a heartbeat. I do not want to lose my virginity in a hospital.

I peek through my fingers, and I can see a stern looking Alpha staring down at me. He is standing now and leaning over me like a predator. Yeah, a very sexy predator I want to bite back.

Holy Goddess, Ayla, keep it in your pants.

Jack grabbed my wrists in one hand and lifted my arms above my head, then lowered me down on the bed, resting my head against the pillow. He pinned my wrists down on the bed above my head, making me immobile. He climbed on top of the bed, so he was now straddling me. There was no trying to buck him off me now, and I wouldn't want to.

“Don’t you dare hide from me gorgeous. You are mine. I love everything about you,” he growled playfully.

I bit my lip and my cheeks burned red from his comment.

Jack reached up with his other hand and pulled my chin, freeing my lip from my teeth. He bent down and pressed his forehead against mine.

“I can’t wait to make you my Luna,” he whispered against my lips.

Zara is purring again, and it felt like a hum throughout my body, especially down below because I was soaking wet with pleasure.

Jack took a deep breath, and his eyes changed to black. Oh crap. He’s smelled my arousal. There’s no getting out of this one. He kissed my lips, taking it agonizingly slow. I raise my hips and I press my front to his throbbing erection that is pressed tightly against his jeans. Damn, he is so big. There is no fighting it, so I might as well have some fun. The hospital gown rose when his hand grazed my thigh. Jack deepened the kiss, his tongue parting my lips.

“Ahem!”

Jack growled and sat up, the black in his eyes fading back to green. His grip on my wrists had released me and I lowered them to my chest.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I need to take Ayla away from you for a bit,” Jenna’s high-pitched voice purred.

Jack climbed off me and turned to face Jenna. He doesn’t look fazed that Jenna just walked in on us almost having s*x.

“Is there a reason you need Ayla? Perhaps I could come with,” Jack suggested.

Jenna folded her arms across her chest and smirks at him, then she turns to me and unfolds her arms.

“I’m here to take you home because your dad and brothers had something to take care of with Brian, but since I interrupted something steamy… I think I’ll just come back later,” she chirped, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, then she placed her perfectly manicured hands on her hips. Jenna is stunning as ever since I last saw her before the attack. She looks like she is glowing more though. Meeting her mate truly has done a number on her. I wonder if my skin is glowing because I met Jack. I scoff at myself. The only thing my skin is feeling is flushed because Jack just turned the heat up on my body and it doesn’t want to come down.

“That’s not necessary. Ayla and I can wait just a little bit longer,” Jack smirked. He glanced at me and winked. My jaw drops. That was so hot.

Jenna hummed, like she didn’t like the secret foreplay that was going on in front of her.

I sit up on the bed and I watch as Jenna pursed her lips and glared daggers at Jack.

Jack cleared his throat and turned to me. Is he uncomfortable?

“I’ll see you back at the packhouse love,” he said, leaning down and kissing my lips. He stands up straight and walks out the door while trying not to make eye contact with Jenna, but her eyes seemed to be staring at his butt as he left the room. Her lips turn up in a small smile and she starts to fan herself with her hand the minute the door closes.

I glared at her and a small growl escapes my lips.

“That is mine. You already have your own eye candy, so stop staring at mine,” I cried.

Jenna just smiles bigger, and she rolls her eyes.

I growl again, but its more annoyed than threatening.

“I was just looking silly.” She expressed. “Besides you should know this. That man right there has a firm, tight butt meant for slapping during sex.” She used her hands to cup the air for reference of my mate’s tight butt, then she slapped the air.

I throw my pillow at her, but she turns around just in time to have it smack against her back.

“It’s a good thing A. Be happy you have a s*x God for a mate. I mean yum,” she moaned, adding a lot more u’s to yum then there is.

I tilt my head and I think about what she said. Jack is an inch taller than my brothers. He has arm muscles that are probably bigger than my head. His d**k looked like it was going to bust out of the zipper on his jeans when he was top of me. I haven’t looked at his butt for a long period of time, so I trust Jenna’s word when she says its tight.

I bite my lip and I picture my hand going up and down his abs again. That is probably my best feature I love about Jack.

“Come on b***h, get out of dreamland and let’s go enter the real world,” Jenna cried.

I shake my head and I blush.

I stare at Jenna, and she giggles as she tosses my clothes at me.

I change into the black b*a and panties she brought me, then I stare at the red tank top she brought. It looks a little small like it didn’t come from my closet, but hers. I shrug it on and I put on the tight black skinny jeans with a bit of a hop and a yank.

“These clothes are too tight Jen. You know my butt and boobs are bigger than yours, so why would you give me yours?” I asked, covering up my bare stomach with my arms. The tank top stops short of my belly button and the pants sit a little low on my hips.

“You look hot A. Just shut up and own it,” she says, then proceeds to remove my arms from my stomach. She then starts to mess with my hair, so the right side combs over to the left. She pinches my cheeks to give them some color then fixes the top of the shirt, so my cleavage is barely spilling out.

She steps back as if to admire her handiwork then she kisses her fingers, making the sloppy wet kiss sound. Her equivalent of a chef's kiss.

"Parfaite," Jen cheered.

I don't exactly know what she said, but all I know is she said something in French.

"It means perfect. Now let's head to the diner, I'm starved," she says, turning on her heel and flipping her hair.

I’ve noticed that she is wearing a black short sleeved silk bouse, blue skinny jeans and her red stiletto heels that she swears are her lucky shoes. She's a seer for the Moon Goddess and a white wolf. What would she need lucky shoes for?

I slip my feet into the small heels she brought me then I follow Jen outside.