Resisting the Alpha Triplets by Cara Anderson

Ch. 9 A Mistake

Mallory’s POV

I had no idea why I agreed to a movie night with the triplets. I must have temporarily lost my mind. I couldn’t think of another explanation for voluntarily entering the lion’s den, or wolf den as it were, with the three of them.

Maybe it was because I was irritated at Nathan for his nonchalant attitude about the whole thing and wanted an opportunity to prove to him I was right about them being up to no good.

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart! It sounds like your Alphas are really taking your expertise seriously!” He’d gushed when I’d called him to complain about canceling our date earlier.

“They’ve never taken me seriously a day in my life! I’m telling you they are up to something and as my boyfriend, you should be more concerned about it!” I’d argued, but he just laughed it off.

I huffed to myself as I headed to the kitchen to grab sodas while the guys ordered the pizza. At least Nathan had agreed to come see me tomorrow. He would be here early in the morning so I had that to look forward to.

Maybe I was feeling generous because they had finally shown me some respect and listened to my ideas, and had even been willing to adopt some of them. Maybe they had actually matured over the last two years and were actually trying to make up for being total asses in the past. Maybe we could actually be friends like our parents had always wanted.

I snorted to myself at that last thought. We would have to be in some parallel universe for that to happen.

“What do you want on your pizza, darling?” Cary yelled out to me, ending my inner contemplation.

“Pineapple and bacon!” I called back.

I heard footsteps coming my way and in the next second he was standing in the kitchen doorway, looking at me like I was some sort of alien.

“What the actual fuck, Mal? Who puts that on their pizza?” I almost laughed out loud at the serious look of disbelief on his face.

“You asked,” I shrugged at him. “I like what I like, but order whatever you want. I’ll eat anything.”

He wrinkled his nose in disgust and shivered at the thought but shook it off.

“Clay, add a pineapple and bacon pizza to our order!” He shouted to his brother, still shaking his head.

After a few disagreements, we settled on a horror flick. The guys sat on the sofa behind me and I sat on the floor at their feet, setting my pizza and soda on the coffee table. We ate in silence, all watching the film and I refused to acknowledge the electric charge in the room that seemed to come to life the moment the lights went out.

Everything was fine and I was actually enjoying hanging out with them, listening to them banter about how fake the special effects looked and how predictable the plot was. It was just like we were friends hanging out together. But all that changed in a heartbeat.

The film had reached a suspenseful scene and I was unprepared for the gruesome display. The killer came out of nowhere, making me scream and turn to bury my face in Clay’s lap. I hadn’t meant to. He just happened to be sitting there, or that’s what I told myself.

“Are you scared, little wolf?” He chuckled at me as he lifted me off the floor and set me between him and Cary.

“I-, uh, it just caught me off guard.” I tried to make an excuse but their scents were overpowering me, making my head fuzzy.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe, darling.” Cary promised, throwing an arm over my shoulder and pulling me into his side.

Clay scooted closer to my other side, and the couch cushion dipped under his weight, allowing his leg to slide under mine. It was way too intimate but I had to admit it did make me feel safer. I should have just admitted what a baby I was and not agreed to a stupid scary movie.

I did my best to calm my racing heart, but Clay’s hand was on my thigh, tracing circles on it with his thumb and Cary was pulling me so close, my head was practically resting on his shoulder.

“Don’t be scared. I’ve got you. I’ll never let anything hurt you.” He whispered in my ear.

His warm breath on my sensitive skin made me shiver and a small whine escaped. I could tell the two of them were smirking at the effect they were having on me even though I couldn’t see their faces. I should have pulled away but I was actually comfortable and I didn’t want them to think they were getting to me.

“See, nothing to be afraid of.” Cary murmured when he felt my body relax into him.

It almost sounded like his words held a deeper meaning, like he was telling me I didn’t have to be afraid of them any more. Some instinct drove me to confirm my suspicions, so I turned my head to look into his eyes. But that was a huge mistake!

He turned his head to look at me at the same time I turned to him. I didn’t expect him to be so close. He was so close our lips nearly brushed together, his minty breath blowing on my face. A small gasp hitched in my throat and it was enough to tell him I was affected by his nearness,

Cary leaned in, just a fraction, and touched his lips to the corner of my mouth. I don’t know why I didn’t pull away but I couldn’t move. Maybe from the shock of it or maybe from the heat that shot straight to my core from that simple act. Either way, he took it as an invitation for more.

He pressed his mouth against mine gently, not demanding more but not moving away. I couldn’t believe how soft his lips were, so soft and so perfect touching mine. A tiny moan slipped out and that small sound was my undoing, because it drove Cary to kiss me with a passion I couldn’t turn away from if I tried.

His hands threaded into my hair, holding me against him. His tongue darted out to lick my bottom lip and I didn’t even attempt to resist, opening for him automatically. As soon as his tongue slipped into my mouth, an appreciative groan escaped him and his hands tightened in my hair.

I found myself climbing into his lap to straddle him, fisting his shirt in my hands to pull him closer. We were so lost in each other, licking and tasting like we’d never get enough. Clay had slipped his hand under my shirt, caressing my back which only heightened my arousal and I knew their wolves could smell it.

Cary was pressing his crotch into me and I couldn’t resist the urge to rub against his hard bulge. I had completely lost control and given it over to him. Then a loud gasp snapped me out of the trance I’d been in and I pulled away. Colt had walked in and caught us kissing.

I was mortified. How could I have let this happen? Cary wrapped his hands around my waist, trying to pull me in to capture my lips again but I pushed him away.

“This was a mistake!” I insisted, scrambling off his lap. “I have a boyfriend!”

“Are you trying to convince us or yourself, darling?” Cary smirked at me, rising from the couch to follow me.

For their part, Clay and Colt were just standing by, watching the drama unfold.

“I thought maybe you’d grown up. That we could actually be friends. But you’ll never change will you? Always playing some kind of game, treating women like they’re toys.” I bit out angrily.

I stormed towards the door to leave but Cary was right on my heels. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back before I could open the door. He held me by my shoulders and pulled me close to him, chest to chest.

“I seem to recall you were a willing participant. I didn’t force you to kiss me.” He murmured, his lips brushing against mine. “And trust me, darling. Whatever this is between us, it is definitely not a game.”

Then he released me and took a step back. I stood there for a moment, trying to gather my wits and shake off the feeling of loss that washed over me when he removed his body from mine. Coming back to myself, I turned to leave again and was nearly outside when he spoke again.

“See you in the morning, darling. Sweet dreams.”