The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 147

Bryce’s POV

I wipe the b***d and grime from my hands onto my pants as I enter the pack house. Erica hasn’t spoken to us much since we all collectively agreed that it wouldn’t be safe for her to attend her mother’s memorial service. Knowing what we know about Raven it isn’t safe for us to leave the East Pack until we hunt down my parents.

As I walk into the pack house I see that Nurse Anabelle is leaving. I offer her a small wave as she passes by me. Anabelle pauses in front of me with a smile on her face. I can tell by the look on her face that she wants to tell me something but she merely stares at me instead.

“Is there something you needed?” I ask her curiously.

“Um…” Anabelle pauses and taps her chin with her finger. “I think the news would be better coming from the Luna.”

I don’t spare Anabelle another moment. Rushing past her I head toward the stairs, following the scent of lavender that I love so much. Bursting into the guest room that we are all sharing I see Erica sitting on the bed with several papers in her hands. Tears are rolling down her cheeks but I don’t feel any sorrow in the air around her. Only happiness.

“Hey,” I say awkwardly. “Is everything okay?”

Erica lifts her head and looks at me quickly wipes the tears from her cheeks. She doesn’t answer me, she only hands me the papers that are in her hands.

I look at the numbers, lines, and percentages on the papers. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, I have no idea what any of this means.

“What exactly am I looking at here?” I ask her, even though I feel stupid.

Erica swallows hard as she takes the papers from me. “These are the maternity tests between Kieran and me,” she says quietly.

I take the documents back from Erica and look them over again. “Is 99.9% good?” I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“It means that he is mine,” Erica says with a bright smile on her face.

“So those were happy tears?” I will never understand why women cry when they are happy.

Erica gets up from the bed and wraps her arms around my neck. She pulls me in close and stands on her tiptoes. Her nose brushes against mine and I feel her breath hitch as the sparks from the mate bond connect us.

“Where are the twins?” I mumble.

“Chris took them downstairs while I was talking with Anabelle. Kieran wouldn’t stop crying,” she chuckles lightly.

Lifting up the hem of her shirt, I run my hand along the skin of her lower back. A breathless m**n escapes her lips as my fingertips caress her skin. I can feel my c**k growing stiff in my pants and I want nothing more than to strip her clothes from her body and have my way with her. But none of us have tried anything with her since we found her in the cabin.

Her scent becomes thick in the air and I know that she wants me as much as I want her. I g***n loudly and wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in close. Leaning down I capture her lips with my own. She eagerly opens her mouth and lets my tongue explore her mouth. She tastes like heaven and I don’t want to stop kissing her.

Unwrapping her arms from around my neck, Erica places her hands gently on my chest and pushes me backward. I break away from the k**s and push my bottom l*p out in a childish pout. Erica’s face is blushed and her breaths are shallow.

“As much as I want to continue this,” she whispers, “You smell like the dungeons.”

Lifting my shirt to my nose, I inhale deeply and almost choke on the smell. “I will take a quick shower,” I say quickly as I pull away from Erica and make my way into the bathroom.

As I go to shut the door, I turn around and see Erica twisting the bottom of her shirt in the doorway. Her eyes are glued to the ground as she begins to speak. “I thought that I could join you.”

My eyes light up with excitement. I take a step toward her and reach for the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head. But Erica holds down the shirt not letting me take it off.

“I don’t look the same,” she says with a whisper.

I look her up and down. Sure she is a little curvier now that she has had the twins but she is still just as attractive to me as she was before.

“You look beautiful,” I say as I pull off my own shirt.

Tossing my shirt into the hamper I pull Erica close to me. I tilt her chin up so her eyes meet my own. No words are expressed between us. The look that we share with one another is all that needs to be said. Reaching down, Erica pulls her t-shirt over her head and tosses it on the ground beside her.

Goddess, she looks beautiful. There are marks on her stomach from carrying our children but they only add to her beauty. Her breasts are spilling out of her bra and they look uncomfortable. Reaching around her back, I quickly unhook her bra and it falls to the ground.

Taking Erica by the hand I pull her into the bathroom and kick the door shut behind me. Quickly I kick off my pants and boxers and begin to fumble with the button on Erica’s pants. I am so excited that I can’t get my fingers to work correctly. I feel like a teenager that is about to lose my virginity.

Erica places her hand on my own and steadies my trembling fingers. Dropping to my knees, I pull down her jeans and panties. The smell of her arousal permeates the air and my c**k gets rock hard. Erica steps out of her pants and steps into the shower. She beckons me forward with a finger and I scramble to my feet as quickly as I can.

“Ace and Chris are going to be so jealous,” I mutter as I turn on the hot water and step under the water.

Erica begins to run a rag over my body and I m**n loudly. The longer that she touches me the more I find myself losing control. Spinning around in the shower I pin Erica against the wall of the shower. Grabbing her wrists I hold them above her head, making it hard for her to move.

“Bryce,” my name is a whisper on her lips. “I need you.”

“Say no more,” I grunt as I take one of her full breasts in my hands. Bending down, I take her n****e in my mouth and bite down lightly.

Erica squirms under my touch and lets out a little squeal. I let my hands trail down her body, letting the tingles of the mate bond turn her on more. Slipping my hand between her legs I rub my fingers between her folds until I find the swollen bud at the tip of her apex.

Rubbing my finger in soft circles around her clit, Erica squirms under my touch.

“Tell me what you want, Little Fox,” I breathe next to her ear.

“You,” she whispers and I plunge one of my fingers inside of her core.