The Alpha Triplets’ Scorned Mate

Seen Me Naked

Darius' POV

I stood there, watching Kira as she froze, dumbfounded. But within seconds, her gaze darted to the floor, looking nervous and stunned.

I remained rooted where I stood. Being naked in front of others wasn’t a big deal for me. As wolves, we undress in front of each other all the time before shifting, so our bare forms are nothing to be ashamed of.

But this time, I was going to make it a big deal.

Kira hadn’t shifted yet, she still doesn’t have her wolf yet. That meant she had never experienced the vulnerability of being seen naked. I, on the other hand, had never had the chance to see her naked.

“I… I’m so sorry… I thought you weren’t in your room,” she stammered, her eyes fixed on the door as if she wanted to flee.

Normally, I wouldn’t care if someone saw me like this. If it were anyone else, I would have let it slide.

But this was Kira.

And I was going to use this to my advantage.

“Sorry?” I scoffed, taking a slow step forward. “I don’t need your f*****g apology, Kira. You’ve seen me naked, it’s only fair I see you too.”

Her head snapped up, eyes wide with disbelief. She held my gaze, making sure to keep it locked on my face, never daring to glance downward.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“No excuses, Kira,” I cut her off coldly. “You saw me naked. It’s only right I see you too.”

Kira swallowed in her fear as she looked down at the floor. I could tell she was shy. She had never been naked before any man, and it thrilled me to know I would be the first.

“You are ridiculous,” my wolf snapped at me, but I ignored him and kept my Stoic focus on Kira, who was visibly trembling.

“Go on, Kira. Don’t keep me waiting,” I demanded.

She hesitated, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. Her fingers twitched at the hem of her gown.

My eyes were fixed on her as I watched her unzip the gown, pulling it off her shoulders and down to her stomach, revealing her boobs, which filled up the black lace bra she was wearing.

My d**k jerked as I watched her step out of the gown and stand before me in just her undies. My eyes and hers interlocked, and I could see the shame and embarrassment in her eyes. She was feeling terrible standing half-naked before me.

“Take those off,” I ordered, nodding toward her underwear.

Kira swallowed thickly, hesitating. Then, moving agonizingly slow, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The straps slid down her shoulders before the fabric fell away, exposing her breasts.

Her n*****s were tight, begging to be touched. Sucked. Claimed.

“Mine!” my wolf growled in my head, urging me to take a step forward. I could feel all my organs jerking to life and my c**k already getting hard just by the display of her boobs.

Kira hesitated again, her fingers trembling as they moved to the waistband of her panties. Her eyes flickered to mine, a mixture of anger and shame burning in them.

“Do you enjoy humiliating me, Darius?” she asked, her voice low but laced with anger.

Her question hit me like a blow, and for a moment, I faltered. Was that what I was doing? Was this about power, control, or something else entirely? I forced my expression to remain stoic, masking the conflict within me.

“You saw me naked,” I said, my voice cold. “I have every right to see you too.”

She frowned but Slowly, she slid the fabric down her hips and stepped out of it, leaving herself completely naked before me. Her body was beautiful, with curves that any man would be a fool not to admire.

My wolf growled in frustration at my resistance, urging me to go to her, to claim her, to make her see she was ours. But I stayed where I was, fighting against the surge of possessive hunger rising inside me.

My gaze roamed down from her full breasts to the gentle curve of her waist, then lower—to the soft, bare flesh between her legs.

A low, deep groan rumbled from my chest.

I was getting too f*****g hard.

If I didn’t control myself now, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

Quickly, I turned my back to her.

“Get out,” I ordered with a tight jaw, holding myself back from going to her.

Behind me, I heard the rustle of fabric as she hurriedly dressed. Then the sharp click of the door opening and closing.

She was gone.

And yet, I could still feel the heat of her presence lingering in the air, tormenting me.

My breathing was hard, my entire body taut with frustration. My c**k was still painfully hard, the ache unbearable.

Damn it.

My body was betraying me, heat pooling low in my abdomen. My mind replayed the picture of her body—her perfect body that lacked the touch of a man, begging to be touched.

It shouldn’t have affected me this much, but it did. I’ve seen plenty of naked women before. During s*x. During shifts. But none of them ever made me feel like this.

“Damn it!” I grunted, and I strode across the room to the bathroom. Slamming the door behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, trying to steady my breathing, but it was no use. The image of Kira’s body filled my mind again and again. I couldn't shake it.

With a sharp breath, my hand moved to my aching c**k, already leaking with pre-c*m. I was hard—painfully so—and as my fingers wrapped around my length, a jolt of pleasure shot straight through me. A low, frustrated groan left my lips as my head fell back against the cool wood of the bathroom door.

“Damn you, Kira,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes squeezing shut as I began to stroke myself, my movements rough, almost angry. The memory of her pink n*****s, her curves, her sexy, untouched body consumed my thoughts. I imagined what it would feel like to have her beneath me, to feel her softness yield to me, to hear her gasp my name with desire.

A strangled sound rumbled in my chest as my pace quickened, my strokes growing more desperate. I imagined my c**k inside her tight p***y, my lips tasting her, her screaming my name.

My breathing turned ragged, muscles coiling tighter with each stroke, the pressure building unbearably.

Bracing my free hand against the cool tile, I thrust into my grip harder, faster, driven by the maddening images of her. The way her breath had hitched when she saw me naked, the way I felt the urge to pin her against me and f**k her, sent me spiraling over the edge.

A harsh grunt tore from my throat as release crashed through me, my body tensing, shuddering. My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as I came down from the high, releasing my c*m on the floor. With a sigh, I cleaned myself up quickly, washing away my c*m, and then pushed open the bathroom door.

But the moment I entered my room, I froze.

Sitting casually on my bed, his arms crossed, was my brother.

Damien.