A Breeder for the triplets

Reality Bites

My body is full of sensations. I've felt pleasure before, explored my own body of course. It was necessary as an omega, especially when that first heat hit. But this is hitting differently. The scent of him coupled with his hands on my body, his gasps and quiet moans as he realises I am laid bare next to him. I reach back my hands to touch his hair, silky beneath my touch, his neck, and face until I reached his full lips and a moan escapes me as he nips and sucks on my fingertips. His left hand is reaching low on my belly, and on reflex I slide my legs open to allow him access.

A loud bang makes me jump and the man emits a low growl as he is stopped from his exploration of my body.

"What the f**k, Brandon?"

I scramble to get the sheet over me as I turn to the door. A large Alpha is standing there, lit from behind by the hallway light. I can hardly make out his features properly. All I can see is his huge bulk, his fists clenched by his sides, the prominent veins in his arms and the way his jaw is tight with tension. It makes me cower under the sheet even more, my knees pulled up to my chest to make myself as small as possible. The main light flicks on and I blink furiously, trying to take in my surroundings. The alpha in bed with me, who I assume is Brandon is bare-chested with only a pair of worn jeans on. I try not to look at the large bulge in the front. His dark-as-night hair is sticking up in all directions from where my fingers ran riot through it. He looks at me with turquoise blue eyes before squaring up to the other alpha.

"Hello, Jaxon. Care to join the party?" Brandon's attempt was casual, but his eyes showed not fear exactly, but reverence and respect. I suspected Jaxon was the lead alpha of the triplets. The two were similar in their features, but not identical, with Jaxon half a foot taller and bulkier than his brother. I wondered what the other triplet looked like. Jaxon didn't seem to appreciate Brandon's jovial manner as a low rumble started to build into a full-on growl.

"Keep your d**k under control Brandon, we're not supposed to touch her until she's ready to breed. What the hell are you doing here?"

Brandon stood reluctantly, hanging his head. "I know man, but I couldn't sleep, and went down to the kitchen to get some food and I scented her. Before I knew it I was outside the door and somehow I ended up in her bed." He took in deep lungfuls of the heavy air and swayed for a moment, undecided about leaving until Jaxon grabbed him and manhandled him out the door.

Suddenly it was just me and Jaxon in the room together and I was acutely aware that I was completely naked, and he was only wearing the smallest of black boxer briefs. He seemed rooted to the spot, breathing heavily, his c**k swelling in the tight confines of his briefs. I licked my lips, wondering what he would taste like. Finally, he spoke, breaking the tension.

"I'm sorry, Eden. That shouldn't have happened. We were supposed to meet in a more civilised fashion over lunch tomorrow to discuss the details of our arrangement. Brandon hasn't met an omega before and I didn't think you'd be perfuming this much. Are you due to be in heat?"

"No, I've been on heat suppressants since my first heat ended. There's no way I wanted to go through that alone again. I can't stay on them forever so this is the perfect solution. I was going to stop taking them tomorrow. I don't want a pack, I need to be there for my family." I was rambling now, and I hadn't intended to share this much with him, the words just came out.

"That's fine Eden, we'll work it out. Mrs Hobbs and Taylor are our betas, and they will come get you tomorrow to arrange things for you. Please, make yourself comfortable."

He was still standing stiffly, with his hands balled into fists, his knuckles blanched white with strain. His jaw ticked as he seemed to battle internally. My own need was rising, and just as I opened my mouth to talk, he turned and fled the room, leaving me to contemplate what the f**k was going on.