A Breeder for the triplets

Like his last meal

Maddox

I remove her worn sneakers one by one, making a mental note to buy her some new ones, and slowly peel her leggings down and help her kick them off. Her skin is so smooth and I run my tongue from her ankle to her thigh, loving the gasps and mewling sounds she makes. I turn my head and my eyes darken as I take in her glistening pink lips, bare and inviting. Her small hands reach out to thread through my hair and it's as good an invitation as I'll get. I hold eye contact with her, taking in her silent plea. I dive forward to my target, licking a stripe from her wet hole up to her c**t poking out of her folds. Her taste is divine, like peaches and cream in the summer, with a back note of cinnamon. I don't know how I'm taking all that in with my state of horniness but it registers somewhere in my brain. She cries out, almost screaming. I hope no one hears us because there's no way I'm stopping until she is screaming my name. I latch on to her c**t, grabbing her ass cheeks to increase the pressure and suck fiercely. Her cries increase in intensity and her legs start to shake. I know she's close. I bring my tongue into play, making circles over her c**t. Her hands grip my hair and the sweet pain she inflicts makes c**k leak. I insert first one finger into her tight hole, then another, hooking them forward to meet my mouth and tongue and she explodes, screaming my name over and over, fluid gushing out onto my hand. I groan into her, seeing stars as I lose access to breathe. I slow my movements down to ease her through the aftershocks and then gradually remove my mouth and fingers from her sweet flesh.

She sags down the tree, breathing hard as she meets my eyes, her hands releasing my hair and landing at the back of my neck. Her jade green eyes are still a little glassy, and her face and chest are flushed with the remnants of her orgasm.

Eden

I'm trying to make sense of what happened. I'm usually so careful, I don't mix with Alphas and even on the few occasions where I have, I've never let my guard down this much. I came so hard I could barely see straight, and all I can see are his eyes boring into mine and those lips! His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip as he leans forward. I close my eyes ready to meet his lips, but all I feel is his fingers deftly bringing my sports bra together and zipping it closed. My eyes flutter open as I see him gathering my clothes and he helps me get dressed. I guess this is us finished. As he helps me with my shoes I manage to find my voice.

"Maddox, do you need, erm, I mean can I touch you?"

He won't meet my eyes and his jaw tenses. His hands ball into fists and he stands.

"It's best if we don't until your heat. I can give you relief if you need it until then, but that's it."

With that, he whips around and he's gone. I'm left sitting on the grass wondering what the hell just happened. When I'm sure my legs will work I return to the house, shower and get changed. In my room, there are some bags with clothes and shoes and make-up. I feel guilty about all the gifts, knowing I haven't done anything to deserve this. My cheeks colour as I remember what happened in the orchard with Maddox. I'm so confused. They all seem to want me to varying degrees, but are they just being kind to me out of a sense of duty? A knock on the door interrupts my reverie.

"Come in," I say with more confidence than I actually feel.

The door opens and Brandon comes in, looking handsome and friendly and I immediately relax. His white T-shirt hugs his muscles in all the right places and his blue jeans fit like a glove. His eyes rove over me with a hunger he can't hide. He holds his hand out to me.

"You look gorgeous honey. Come join us for dinner and a movie, we made pizza and nachos."

I smile broadly and go to him, taking his hand.