A Breeder for the triplets

Nectarines

When I am once again left on my own in the peace of the library, I feel my shoulders relax as I look out at the gardens. I wonder if I can explore the grounds today. Seeing Jaxon had my skin heating again and my slick is flowing. I think that is just going to be my default reaction around any of the Vandenburg triplets. After trying and failing to concentrate on the page I'm reading, I gather the books I intend to read and head back to my room. Then, I find my sneakers and head out to search for Mrs Hobbs to ask about going outside. I find her quickly, it's as if she is waiting to serve, or maybe watching me from afar. She tells me I have free reign of the estate, but reminds me of the contract and that I can't leave unless accompanied. With that, she disappears again.

I head out to the rear of the property and breathe in the fresh, fragrant air. I'm wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, with a zipped sweatshirt and my hair tied back in a high pony. There are squares of lawn framed by artfully trimmed bushes interspersed with rose bushes and other fragrant flowers I don't even know the name of. I can see a gardener working away pruning and another in the distance sweeping and clearing debris. I follow the formal paths to the far end where the formal gardens start to give way to an orchard of apple and pear trees. I can smell something else, and I follow my nose to a grove of nectarine trees. My mouth waters, as they are my favourite fruit. It's almost harvest time, and I search out any that may be ripe. It seems like breakfast was ages ago as my stomach grumbles to remind me. I find one that feels perfect, with just the right amount of give, and it doesn't take much persuasion to be parted from the tree. I bite into the sweet fruit, the juice dribbling down my chin, my tongue working overtime to catch the juices. I'm almost finished when I hear a low growl behind me and my body tenses.

Maddox

I wasn't consciously growling at her, but I couldn't help myself. f**k me, I wanted to be that nectarine. I wanted to be devoured by her. Or, better yet, devour her sweet taste. I thought Brandon was weak after hearing what he did the first night, like a teenager unable to keep it in his pants, but now I'm beginning to understand. She is intoxicating. I'm used to women - betas, alphas and even omegas. What's so different about this one? I know she was picked carefully and that she reacted well to our scents, so we're bound to find her attractive. I'm just going to have to tighten my control around her.

She visibly tenses and I step forward cautiously. "It's alright little one, I mean you no harm. I just couldn't help myself when you devour that fruit so wantonly." She turns and when she sees me she has dropped the stone and hastily wipes her hands on her clothes. I catch her pupils dilating with want as she breathes in my scent and presses her thighs together. We lock eyes and suddenly I am pressed up against her, our chests touching, breathing hard in short pants. I slide my hand to the back of her neck and bend down to kiss the corner of her mouth, catching a stray drop of sweet juice. "You missed a bit," I say, teasing her in the worst way. She closes her eyes and lets out a whimper. Those plump lips are begging to be kissed and I can't help myself as I press our lips together, then turn my head to deepen the kiss. Our tongues find each other and I sweep in her mouth over and over, finding a rhythm that suits us both, igniting the hunger rather than slaking it. My other hand finds her waist under her sweater and oh my god, her skin is so silky soft. My thumb draws slow circles under her ribs. I break the kiss when I need more air, breathing in large gulps whilst I pepper her jaw and neck with kisses. "Maddox..." she breathes, "...Please," I know exactly what she needs right now, and I'm more than happy to give it to her. I cup her face in my hands and force her to look at me. "I can give you what you need omega, I'll take care of you," I say, my voice deep and gravelly. "Do you want it?" I ask. I've never been one of those asshole Alphas who just take what they want regardless of consent. She breathes in a ragged breath, biting her bottom lip she nods. It's all I need. I pick her up and her legs wrap around my middle. My hands find the round globes of her ass and press her against where I need the friction and she groans into my mouth. I walk forward until her back hits one of the trees and I release her legs. I break the kiss to stroke her face and tell her "This is all about you, baby. Relax and enjoy yourself, I've got you."

She rips off her sweater, a flush creeping down her chest. I follow it down, kissing and nibbling as I go. Her sports top has a zip at the front and I peel it down slowly and watch as her t**s jump free. She arches her back and I nuzzle at that space between the two before paying attention to one, sucking at her n****e hard whilst using my right hand to tease and flick the other until she begs for more. My c**k is so hard right now, pressing uncomfortably against my zipper, but it's a bit of pain I need to remind myself to focus on her and not give in to my base instincts to f**k, breed, mate, claim.