A Breeder for the triplets

Formally Meeting

I slowly come to my senses from a deep sleep and it takes a few seconds to remember where I am. I sit up quickly, remembering the last few days and their unexpected conclusion. I don't really know what I expected to be honest. Every scenario had played in my mind from being a servant to being ignored, but I guess I will be finding out more today. I was now wide awake so I decided to have a shower to try and ease the ache inside stirred up by my encounter with the two alphas and cool my burning skin.

I managed to work out the space age like controls in the marble shower room and set the temperature to a comfortable tepid setting. I take advantage of the luxury scented bathroom products as I lather shampoo into my hair. As I soap my body my hands wander over my curves with a mind of their own. My hand dips low and I can't resist playing with my c******s in firm circles. I throw my head back as my need rises and pleasure takes over. With my other hand I sink first one, then two fingers into my tight hole, greedy for more. My fingers work harder over my c**t and images of Jaxon, angrily staring me down flame my desire and I cry out my release into the spray of the shower. Trembling as I sag against the cool tile of the shower, aftershocks pulse with my heartbeat. Eventually, I recover enough to rinse off, turning the thermostat to cool before towelling off and dressing for the day.

I choose a white tank top with spaghetti straps and skinny jeans. Soon there is a knock on the door and Mrs Hobbs comes in.

"Good morning Eden, the boys are ready to meet you formally in the kitchen diner for breakfast to iron out the details of this arrangement."

From her tone, it is clear that she knows about last night's informal interlude with Brandon and Jaxon, and what she thinks of them hiring a breeder. I bite my lip and follow her downstairs to the impressive kitchen. I can't help but gasp as I enter the space. It is dominated by a huge domed skylight that floods the room with light. The light hits the striking round grey-streaked marble kitchen island flanked by eight tan leather stools. Despite the manor's ancient exterior, the interior has a modern, homely feel. Even more impressive were the two alphas sitting at the island.

Jaxon met my eyes first, his blue steel eyes boring into mine. My feet were rooted to the ground as I froze, locked in his gaze. Brandon moved his stool and coughed, breaking the spell.

"Do you want something to eat Eden? We have pancakes, syrup, pastries, jam, cream, cereal, fruit... uh, we weren't sure what you'd like," he said with a little coy smile. Gone was the bravado of last night. At least they were fully dressed this time, but their scents still drew me in. I walked tentatively up to the island and took a seat opposite them. Then, I noticed the delicious smell coming from the range cooker, where a man was cooking. I guessed from the physique he was the other Vandenburg. He turned casually, his dark blue eyes giving me a slow perusal from head to toe, making me shuffle uncomfortably in my seat. His hair was lighter than Brandon's, like early conkers in autumn, and his build slightly leaner. He had some sort of tribal tattoos down each arm, tailing off at the elbow. My mind couldn't help but wonder where else he had ink on his body. By the time I looked back, he had returned to the pan of bacon and sausages he was cooking.

I thought it a little odd that he was cooking, I would have thought they had their betas or a chef to cook for them. My confusion must have played out on my face, as Brandon clarified, "Mad likes to cook, it keeps his head on straight."

"M-m-Mad?" I stuttered at the name.

A growl came from the stove as Brandon stifled a giggle. "It's Maddox," he clarifies. Maddox finishes what he's cooking in the pan and begins to serve up the elaborate breakfast feast. I take a plate and begin nervously nibbling on a pancake. The sweet lightness bursts on my tongue, and I forget my manners for a second as I eat like a woman starved. I mean, I practically am, I hardly ate a thing yesterday due to nerves. I get syrup on my fingers, and when I'm finished, I lick them clean. I hear a fork clatter onto a plate and as I look up, all three alphas are staring at my pink tongue lapping up the last of the sticky syrup on my fingers. Maddox wordlessly replenishes my plate with more pancakes and some fluffy scrambled eggs, relieving the tension I feel radiating from the other two. I get the impression that he is taking this situation on more of a practical level.

After I've had my fill I sip a coffee slowly. Jaxon pulls out a credit card and slides it over to me.

"This is for you to use to buy anything you need," he explains. "Clothes, make-up, jewellery, whatever. We had a basic nest made for you, Mrs Hobbs will show it to you, and you can order anything you like to personalise it. We've still got a few weeks before your heat kicks in I assume?"

"Uh, I think so," I say, trying to calculate wildly in my head. "I only ever had one heat when I first presented, then went on suppressants. I've just come off them as of last night but from what I know it can take anything from a few weeks to a couple of months to come through."

"Good. We can discuss logistics of the nest and, uh, preferences, that sort of thing in good time. We want to look after you, keep you fit and healthy until then but we'll leave any mating practice until you're in heat. I don't want anyone getting confused about what we're doing here." he gave Brandon a pointed look.

"That's fine with me. Um, I did want to ask about the, uh, payment plan. When do I get the first payment through?" I asked nervously.

"The first of each month. Mrs Hobbs has all the details. You get rolling expenses for your time here, then a pregnancy bonus and a bonus on delivery of a healthy child."

I nodded blankly, I had gone over and over the contract details, but it was nice to hear it confirmed from the Alpha's mouth. Mrs Hobbs bustled back in and gestured for me to follow. "Come dear, I'll show you round."

I slid off the bar stool, grateful for the distraction to escape the testosterone-fuelled kitchen. The house is amazing, as we move through room after room, each impeccably decorated in a cosy modern style. My favourite room so far is the library, with shelves full of every type of book you can imagine, comfortable sofas and window seats dotted about the impressive space. I looked forward to spending time here. There was still one room I was curious to see: the nest. I had my room, of course, but an omega nest was something reserved for heats when their need to mate was instinctual and painful if it wasn't fulfilled. It was important to feel safe and nurtured in all ways during a heat and it was the Alpha's job to protect and look after their omega.

When we finally arrived at the door, set apart from the main living quarters in the basement I opened it with trepidation. I gasped at what I saw. There were soft wall lights, fairy lights in the ceiling and draped fabric along the walls, culminating in a canopy above a low circular bed on the floor that took up most of the room. The bed was heaped with pillows, cushions and blankets in rich navy, gold and a deep red. I reached down and touched the fabric with my fingers, running it through to test the weight and softness of it. I couldn't help rubbing it on my cheek, it felt so nice. There was a door at the other side leading to a bathroom with a large walk-in shower and a tub. A separate kitchinette had a few basic facilities and a fridge freezer. From my limited knowledge, heats lasted a few days, and the pack didn't really leave the nest, so it was important to stock up on food and drink. The betas are usually on hand to help if needed.

I blushed as I imagined what would happen in here as my heat came. I could almost see the writhing bodies in a pile, myself at the bottom, helpless as I was filled over and over. I shivered and stood. "I've seen enough now." Mrs Hobbs nodded and took me back to my room. I noticed that a laptop was now on the bureau in my room. She explains I can use it to browse and shop on, and communicate with my family. The pack will take me out shopping as needed, and the house and garden is at my disposal.