Gina, And Her Triplet Alphas

The day we were to leave for the vacation came, and I was busy helping Gwen pack her things so that by the time we were done, she had about four traveling boxes.

I wondered what she was going to be doing with all the clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories when we would be gone for only three days.

After ensuring that all that she said she would need was all set, I brought out all the traveling luggage for the servants to arrange inside the car.

In the last couple of days, I have tried telling myself that I should snap my head out of whatever fantasy I had going on in there.

Even though Devon had told me that they were looking forward to seeing me on this trip, I can’t help but wonder what the f**k is going on in their mind.

I notice that I am beginning to helplessly fall for all three brothers and even though I know I can’t have at least one of them, I can’t help but fantasize about them.

Since I was not aware of where we were going and honestly wasn’t bothered anyway since I knew I was going to be working, I had previously packed about three clothes into a small bag.

I ran to my room to pick up the small bag and hurried out almost immediately to avoid being insulted by Gwen.

The triplets came out and decided that instead of taking one car, they were going to go in two cars, with Denver and Derrick driving each car accordingly.

They were all looking super gorgeous with matching outfits; only Derrick and Devon managed to spare me a few glances with a smile, Denver’s stare was as cold as ice as always.

All the luggage was soon loaded into the first car, which happened to be Denver’s; the few remaining ones were kept in the back seat, leaving just the front seat vacant.

Devon and Gwen decided that they would be joining Derrick’s car, while I was asked to join Denver’s car. They were still discussing when I was excused by the new alpha’s chef.

The luna decided to get a chef that would step into my position while I am gone and that he would be dismissed as soon as I get back.

He wanted to find out where to find some spices and what my routine was. I was still talking with him when I noticed how the triplet would steal glances at me.

Their stares were cold, and I may be wrong, but it felt as if they did not want me talking with the young, who by all accounts should be in the same age bracket as us.

I might be crazy but they gave the vibe of a jealous lover.

Now aware of the fact that they were staring at me, I felt very uncomfortable around the new chef as I tried cutting short the conversation.

But the chef did not get the clue as he kept asking questions regarding what he needed to find out.

As soon as I saw that they were done with their discussion, I quickly excused myself from the chef and walked to Denver’s car.

By the time I got there, he was already seated in the car. I entered the front seat and sat down, completely trying to ignore his cold stare, which was making me super nervous.

“Are you sure you are done talking with him, or would you like to go back and continue your discussion?” He questioned coldly.

“I am done,” I said, attempting to clear the lump that has suddenly grown in my throat.

He doesn’t say anything else as he turned on the car ignition and slowly drove out of the palace.

Denver, unlike his other two brothers, has a very intimidating personality. His cold stares and quietness make you want to be careful around him.

But despite that, I still found myself unable to resist him, not after what we had shared, even though he had never really bothered talking about it.

The drive was super long and boring, and just when I was thinking of forcing myself to sleep, he placed his hand on my bare thigh.

Goosebumps formed on my skin as the thought of what happened the last time we were this close flashed through my mind.

I tried looking at him, but his eyes were fixed on the road, so I relaxed back on the chair.

Slowly, his hand starts stroking my open thighs, making even, steady strokes.

“Did you miss me?” He question as he turned his face to spare me a glance.

I was unsure of how I was going to answer him because it kind of felt weird like he wasn’t my boyfriend or anything, plus I have been seeing him every day in the palace. even though he never talks to me.

Let’s get one thing straight before I continue this conversation: when I ask you a question, you answer. Is that clear?” He asks in a deep voice that had me turned on immediately,

I wonder what type of conversation he plans on us having while he has his fingers a few inches away from my already-drenched p***y.

“Yes,” I answered, while I was trying to control what his touch and teases were doing to my body.

He looked at me and smirked, devilishly, realization dawned on me at that moment that he knew what he was doing to me. He felt he was powerful by the way his touch made me feel.

He possibly wants to just tease me and leave me hanging because there was no possible way he would drive his car and my mind at the same time.

“Did you miss me? He asks again, this time sliding his fingers under the knee-length dress I had on.

“Yes,” I answered while trying to show that I was more than what he thought of me.

“Do you like what I do to you, how I make you feel,” he said, moving his fingers up till they were received by the warmth of my p***y.

“Yeah, I said, but my word came out like a m**n as soon as I felt his fingers massaging the source of my wetness.

“If you keep closing your eyes, you are going to give away the fact that I am about to f**k you and make you c*m on my fingers. So I will advise you to try to keep your eyes open to erase all suspicion. “Is that understood?” he said, pushing my pants aside with his fingers.

I nodded my head in response because I was not so sure my voice was capable of doing what it was initially designed for.

“Answer me,” he growls, and at that same moment, he pushed his index finger deep inside my p***y.

“Yesssss,” I said, or should I say moaning as a quick blend of burnt and sweet flavors filled my body with my p***y pulsating around his huge finger.

“f**k, you are so f*****g wet for me, babe,” he said as he started penetrating me steadily.

Wait, did he just call me babe or what?

“Ah!” I m****d, closing my eyes as pleasure ran through every fiber of my being.

But I quickly opened them again when I remembered his previous words as I looked out of the car to see what was happening around me.

I was surprised to see that Derrick had slowed down, and it looked like he had something he wanted to tell Denver.

One would think that seeing his brother drive slowly would deter him from what he was doing to me, but if anything, it made him more daring as he inserted a second finger and started pumping in and out of me forcefully.

“What’s the problem?” He asks Derrick as soon as we are close enough.

He stylishly bent closer to my side as if wanting to hear what his brother had to say, but between us, we knew he was using that to cover his hand, which was still fiddling with me at that same moment.

“We need to get gas and a few snacks for Gwen,” Derrick said to him, and he just nodded his head and let them drive past us.

“Ah!”

“Ffffuck

“Mmmmm”

I kept moaning until I felt my o****m threaten to burst anytime soon.

“c*m for me, Gina,” he said in a deep baritone that made my body instantly obey his order.

My freshly brewed juices lubricated his fingers, and he pulled out of my puss after some time. He went ahead and licked all my juices off his fingers, not letting a single drop go to waste.

“You can sleep now,” he said while increasing the car air conditioner, and sleep slowly engulfed my entire body.