The Triplets Mate Zoe (13 page)

Diego untangled himself from Zoe and his brothers and pulled the condom and the cock ring off. Both were actually quite difficult to remove, especially the cock ring. But now it was time for the grand finale.

Zoe was limp and satiated. She’d had two amazing orgasms one right after the other and was ready for a nap now. The men moved her around on their bodies, and she lay still on the bedding, expecting they’d tell her when it was time to get up and shower. Instead, Monty pulled her into his arms and drove his hard and enormous cock into her swollen, tender cunt. He pushed her tissues apart as he rammed in right to the hilt.

“Did the cock ring prevent you from coming?” she asked, confused. “I thought it was just to make you last longer.”

“That’s right. Its job was to make me last until now. Now we’re all going to fuck you together, and this should be the best orgasm yet.”

“But you all already have fucked me, and the orgasms were both the best ever. But still, if you don’t come as well, that’s not good.”

“None of us came because we were saving ourselves for now,” said Diego. He was forcing his cock into her ass, stretching her wide and filling her up.

“Get up on all fours, Zoe, and suck my cock,” said Vallen.

It wasn’t in his Dom voice, but it was an instruction nonetheless, so she pulled herself up and looked at the third enormous cock right by her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked him inside, using her new skills. She wasn’t an expert yet in any way, but at least she knew what to do now.

Zoe sucked Vallen to the back of her throat, tipping her head back to open her throat and swallow him all the way down.

Then she gulped as both Monty and Diego slammed their cocks into her cunt and ass together.

Fortunately Vallen didn’t seem to mind her uneven sucking. He guided her head where he wanted her since she was still fairly limp from her orgasms and needed both arms to support herself.

In almost no time at all her eyes were closed and her body filled with lust. How did this happen so fast? She’d had two world-class orgasms, and already she was desperate to come a third time. The men were driving their three cocks into her in such erotic ways that every nerve ending in her body was alight with the need to come. Monty was pinching her nipples again, and Diego had a finger on her clit. Vallen moved her head this way and that, encouraging her when to lick, nibble, or suck, and when to deep-throat him. His hands were massaging her scalp, teasing her head, pulling on her hair at times, all of which increased the eroticism of his touch.

The men were breathing heavily, and she understood what a strain it had been for them to wait so long to come, when she’d already orgasmed twice. At the thought of their concern and attention to her, the orgasm building inside her engulfed her. She groaned around Vallen’s cock and then shuddered as the climax broke over her in waves, slamming through her again and again.

Diego’s fingers dug into her hips as he rammed his cock in and out of her ass, and then cum flooded her pussy and her ass as he and Monty came together as her cunt and ass continued to ripple around them both.

This time her groan was enough to send Vallen off the edge with them, and her mouth filled with his cum. Zoe was too replete to do more than swallow and then lick him clean. She let her body sink back down to her men as she sighed with her release.

“So good. So very good,” she murmured.

She was almost drifting off to sleep when the cum filling her cunt and her ass registered on her lust-hazed brain.

“Wait. What happened to the condoms? You were supposed to be wearing condoms.”

Vallen picked her up and sat her upright, where she could see all three of them.

“We can’t get you pregnant, Zoe.”

“Tell that to Maia’s baby.”

Diego snorted, but Vallen remained stern.

“Only mated panthers are fertile. Until a panther is mated, he can’t make a baby.”

“We can’t give you a disease either because we’re not humans. Well, not one hundred percent human,” added Monty.

“We need to have a conversation, though, Zoe. We want to mate you. We promise to love and care for you forever. Will you mate us?” asked Vallen.

“Mate us and marry us,” added Monty.

“Just like Leah and Maia have done. You’ll be legally married to one of us under the American legal system and mated to all three of us by panther law,” added Diego.

“But how does that work? I mean, how can I possibly choose just one to marry and two to reject when I’m supposed to mate you all equally. It doesn’t seem logical or fair.”

“I love that you think that way. We all love you equally, but it’s essential that you’re protected under your laws as well as ours. What Leah and Maia’s mates did was work out which of them was best able to deal with the human side of things, and that’s the one who married them in your way. For us, it’ll be Monty. He’s not as bossy as Vallen or as easy-going as me,” said Diego.

“In fact, like in “Goldilocks and the Three Bears,” I’m just right,” Monty said in a teasing tone of voice.

Zoe shook her head and then her entire body. “I’m not ready for this. I can’t possibly make such a decision now. I was thinking of getting married in maybe a year. Six months at the minimum. There’s just been too many weddings too close together in my family. I don’t want people to think I’m a lemming.”

“A lemming? What do you mean? The only cliff we’d ask you to jump off is the one that leads to an orgasm,” said Diego.

Zoe smiled and then yawned. “Please, I’m too tired now. I really need to go home and sleep. Tomorrow is the women’s refuge afternoon, as well as the usual midday meal for the homeless people.”

“Of course we’ll take you home now. But please think about what we want. Mating you would make all four of us very happy indeed,” said Vallen.

Zoe promised to think about it, but she wasn’t sure when. Right now, she needed some sleep, and tomorrow was going to be hectic. Maybe Wednesday. Maybe she’d have an early night Wednesday and lie in her bed thinking about these three amazing men.

* * * *

It was well after midnight as Diego drove into the warehouse compound after taking Zoe home from the BDSM club. Vallen had unlocked the high, wire security gate for him and locked it behind them, walking straight over to the door to press their number so it’d be unlocked by the time his brothers arrived. He was still keying in their family’s code number when his cell phone beeped. He snatched it out of his pocket, almost dropping Zoe’s panties as he did so. By the time he’d tucked her panties back into his pocket, finished keying in the code to open the door, and swiped his cell phone open, Monty had already read the message on his own phone.

“Doesn’t the Alpha ever sleep? The man’s a machine.”

Vallen read the text.
My office. Now.

“We’ve seen that message before. Maybe he just hits repeat or something,” said Diego.

“Very funny. Let’s go.” Vallen hurried up the hallway to the Alpha’s office, his brothers right behind him.

“Come on in. I thought you’d be home before now. The pastor doesn’t like his daughters kept out after midnight.”

“We got an extension,” said Vallen.

“Sit.”

Oops.
The Alpha wasn’t interested in small talk. Or maybe he’d been hoping to be in bed by now.

“As I expected, we’ve been asked to retrieve some items from Lutterworth’s home. Saxon, Hardy, and Bram Stewart have entered the building before and are ready to help you prepare for the task. However, I’d like you three, Favian, and Brayden to join them to carry it out, as you know what he’s been getting involved in most recently. It requires a big team so you can all be in and out as fast as possible. I have an illustrated list of items for you to look for, but our instructions are much broader than that. They are to retrieve anything else you think has potentially been misappropriated, as well as the listed items.”

“That could be half his possessions. The man is a complete crook. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s never earned an honest dollar in his life,” complained Diego.

“I understand that, but let’s assume any long-term possessions of his are legal, and it’s the newer unusual items that aren’t. Things a teenager would consider worth stealing.”

“So what’s that? Jewelry? Collectibles?” asked Vallen.

“Exactly. There was a beautiful chess set the young gang members had misappropriated earlier. Small things, but valuable ones.”

“It’s not going to be easy to know what to take and what to leave. And likely we’ll only have the one chance to do this,” said Vallen.

“Not necessarily. Apparently Lutterworth hasn’t improved the security on his house since the Stewarts visited him several months ago. No one is even really sure if he’s noticed the things that went missing. If he did, he must assume one of his colleagues took them.”

“Why hasn’t he put in more security alarms? That doesn’t make sense,” said Monty.

“All we know is that he hasn’t. There’s security on the three ground floor doors but not on any of the upstairs windows. So you’ll be able to enter and exit exactly as the Stewarts did. Talk to them tomorrow—well, technically, it’s today now. Carry out the operation tonight. Tuesday night.”

“Yes, sir.” That was clearly the end of the conversation. But hell. How were they supposed to know what to take? It was hopeless.

The three of them walked silently up the stairs to their apartment. Once inside, without saying anything, they all headed to the kitchen and Diego began making coffee.

“This is insane. Apart from what’s on our list, we’re just as likely to take trash as what we ought to get,” he said.

“Photographs. We need to photograph anything we think might be worthwhile. Likely we won’t have a second chance to steal it, but at least the police will know where it was,” said Monty.

Vallen shook his head. “We can take a lot of pictures, but that’s no real help. Our job is to get the correct things, and I have no idea how to do that.”

“I can’t believe my own brothers are so stupid. It’s obvious,” said Diego.

Vallen just looked at him. “Oh yes? Tell us.”

“We go there and take pictures. Then we message them to the cops, who will be waiting nearby. They should be able to get a list of the kind of missing items we’d be looking for. Then they tell us what stuff to pinch.”

“We can’t tell the police we’re stealing stuff,” said Monty.

“Well, the FBI or whoever. The Alpha can work it out.”

Vallen sat down and drank his coffee. Coffee didn’t help clear his mind. Crazy as it sounded, Diego’s idea was the only real solution.

“Okay. Let’s go back and put the idea to the Alpha.”

“It’s after two. Likely he’s in bed,” said Monty.

“I doubt it.” Vallen sometimes wondered if the man ever slept. He texted.
Have plans. Can we meet?

Instantly, the reply came back.
My apartment.

The Alpha’s apartment was on the fourth floor, the same as theirs. It only took them a few minutes to walk there and knock on his door. Favian opened it and let them in, disappearing as soon as he’d waved them to the living room. The Alpha was seated in an easy chair, but papers were spread all over the coffee table in front of him and his laptop was open on his knees. Vallen had been correct. The man was not about to get into bed.

Quickly, they explained their thoughts, and the Alpha rubbed his hand through his hair. For the first time Vallen noticed that he really did look tired. No wonder he was finally giving Brayden and Favian a more active part in the running of the pack. Of course, what he really needed was a mate so he had something better to do than work all the time.

“I might be able to set something up with the relevant people. You’re right that it’s too likely that you might miss important items and take the wrong things, opening us up to being discovered. I’ll talk to you at lunchtime. Meet with the Stewarts and my brothers and plan for both ways of doing the task tonight though.”

“Yes, sir.”

Vallen followed Diego and Monty back to their apartment and headed to bed. Today was definitely going to be a hell of a day.

* * * *

Way before he was ready to wake up, Monty’s cell phone was ringing. “Where the hell are you? We’re all waiting in the small conference room on the second floor.”

“What?” Monty recognized Hardy Stewart’s voice but had no idea why he was supposed to be anywhere other than where he was right now. Asleep in bed. Well, he’d been asleep about five seconds ago.

“For fuck’s sake, Monty, stick your head in a bucket of ice water and get your brain working. Don’t you check your messages? You and your brothers were supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Now wake them the hell up and get the fuck here. We’ll order some black coffee for you.”

Monty staggered out of bed and into the hallway just in time to see Diego pounding on Vallen’s bedroom door. “We’re late for a meeting with the Stewarts and Willards. Get dressed and let’s go.”

Monty struggled to remember whether he’d showered last night. Yes, yes he had, after they’d had the most amazing sex ever with Zoe. He hurried into the bathroom, cleaned his teeth, shaved, and threw aftershave on his face, then sprayed deodorant everywhere to cover any problems caused by not showering this morning. Then he raced back to his bedroom to pull on jeans and a T-shirt and gym shoes. He snatched up a notepad and pen and bustled out the door and down the stairs to the second floor. As he’d slammed the apartment door, he could hear the shower running, so one of his brothers had decided to take the time to start the day right.

When he walked into the small conference room, his tummy rumbled at the smell of fresh bread. He went straight to the table and snatched up a cinnamon roll before pouring coffee and sitting next to Favian.

Diego was already there, munching a roll, and most of the others were deep in conversation. Monty pulled out his cell phone and swiped it open, finding three missed messages about the meeting.
Oh dear.
Also, it was almost ten. That was an even bigger surprise, although likely it was getting toward three when he’d gotten to bed, so it shouldn’t have been as much of a shock as it was.