The Alphas of South Forest

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Chapter Nineteen


Leilani’s POV.

For the first time, I wake before my mates. The morning sunlight is streaming through the curtain rings along the rail. The normally navy curtains appear much lighter with the sun behind them.

The room is bathed in a golden glow, and I smile, deliriously happy with my little life. My mates are sleeping deeply on either side of me. Jarren is even snoring, although very quietly. It’s kinda cute.

Dane is lying on his back, his arms sprawled on the pillow above his head. Jarren is on his front, half of his face squashed by the pillow. And I need a wee.

The only way out, without waking either of them, is to go under the duvet and get out at the bottom of the bed. Gently, so as not to jostle them, I bring my knees up to my chest.

I sit up and then bend down. I pull the duvet over my head and move forwards onto all fours, ready to crawl to the end of the bed.

“Mouse? Why is your butt in our faces?” Dane’s voice sounds muffled under the duvet, but I hear him, nonetheless.

I freeze, taken by surprise. Last night, in my drunken stupor, I stripped naked when I got into bed. Now, my bare ass and shaved pussy are in the air for them to see.


“I think she’s trying to seduce us,” Jarren comments and I want to roll my eyes.

“I’m just trying to get out of the bed,” I tell them.

I jump when I feel fingers brush against my exposed pussy. A gasp escapes my lips as a thick finger is unexpectedly pushed inside of me.

“Stay right there,” Dane orders huskily.

I bite my lip, contemplating whether to obey him or not. This is a rather humiliating position to be in, but at least my face is hidden under the duvet. While one of them pumps a finger in and out of me, another one begins rubbing my clit. Suddenly, my bladder is long forgotten.

Together, they play my body against me. I can only hold myself up on all fours, my limbs shaking with tremors of pleasure. They add another finger, stretching me out. The fingers circling my clit begin moving faster, building an orgasm. My breathing quickens and my hands clench on the bedsheet, rumpling it.

I curse under my breath. They must hear it because their pace increases again. Just as I’m about to cum, the fingers disappear from my pussy. I whimper at the loss, and then tense up. I feel them probing at my asshole, slick with my juices.

“Relax, baby,” Jarren’s voice filters through to me.

I take a deep breath and try to do as he asks. One finger returns to my pussy, whilst another one begins rubbing against my ass. The persistent circling of my clit has me relaxing, shivers of pleasure start up again. The finger in my pussy bends slightly, so it rubs against my g-spot. I tense up as my orgasm builds again.

My thighs shake with pent up tension as I start to feel the first slivers of an orgasm. Someone’s fingers pinch my clit and roll it between two fingers. The finger in my pussy pumps faster, bending each time to stroke my g-spot.

“Oh, fuck!”? I shout into the duvet as my orgasm tears through me.

In the throes of pleasure, I feel the finger fully penetrate my ass and the forbidden act only intensifies my orgasm. I clench around the fingers and cum hard, feeling my juices flow down my thighs. As I slowly come down from my high, the hands leave me and instead, caress my butt lovingly.

“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath and continue in my original direction.

I climb out from under the duvet and step onto the floor at the end of the bed. When I straighten up, both of my mates are looking smug as hell, resting against the headboard.

“Well, I’m more than okay with waking up to that every morning,” Jarren comments and Dane nods in agreement.

My cheeks heat up and I practically run into the bathroom to escape the embarrassment of what I just let them do to me.


“So, these ones need cleaning this morning and then we’ll have the afternoon off, okay?” Charlie says and he places a box of guns in front of me.

“Sure thing.”

I spend the next few hours cleaning the guns with cleaning brushes and patches. I lubricate them all with some solvent and finish by wiping them with a cloth. It’s oddly therapeutic and I feel really proud when they’re all shining lustrously afterwards.

I have lunch with my mates, but in the pack kitchen. We talk to some of the members who sit at our large table. I’m finally starting to learn everyone’s names. I wish they all walked around with name badges; it would make my life a lot easier.

“I want to go on a run this afternoon, please will you come with me?” I ask them.

They both share a look; I hate it when they do that.

“Okay,” Jarren says.

“We can go after lunch if you like?” Dane suggests and I nod.

True to their word, we do go for a run after lunch. We walk back to our house and strip our clothing behind the trees. I sneak glances at my mates because who wouldn’t?

They both approach me, naked, as I’m slipping off my last item, my thong. Jarren grabs my waist and pulls me against him. My nipples, hard from the cold, press against his muscular chest. Dane sandwiches me by coming up behind me.

Jarren leans down and kisses me. I kiss him back, feeling Dane’s lips on his mark as I do. He licks and bites it, teasing me. His hands come around, to between Jarren and I, to cup my breasts. He runs his thumbs over my nipples.

Just as Jarren’s tongue nudges my lips, our location comes hurtling back into my mind. I pull back and step out from between both of them.

They both frown in displeasure. “We’re in the forest! Naked!” I exclaim. “Pack members could run by at any minute.”

Before they can protest, or try and convince me to continue, I shift.

I take off running, knowing they won’t be able to resist a chase. I smile triumphantly when, a few seconds later, I hear their footfalls behind me.

I glance over my shoulder to see a black wolf and a silver wolf closing in on me. I push myself faster, but soon they are on either side of me.

We run and play for a bit, biting and nudging one another. When I start to become tired, I turn back towards the house. Once we’re near it, I stop in a clearing and lay down on my stomach.

My mates lie down on either side of me. Jarren leans over and licks my face, I huff at him. I get my breath back and we return to where we left our clothes. We shift back and get dressed.

“This area here, near the house, it’s safer right?” I ask the twins.

“It’s closer to the pack house than the border, so yeah,” Dane replies.

I nod and look around, at least if I need a walk, this section is better.

“We thought you might want to meet our Dad tonight,” Jarren says, and my eyes widen.

“Um, okay!” I reply nervously and their eyes soften lovingly.

“He’s going to love you, Lei, don’t worry,” Dane says and kisses my forehead.

“Seriously, he will,” Jarren insists and runs his hand down my arm.

“Okay,” I mumble. “What time are we leaving?”

“Well, we’re going round for dinner, so probably just before six?”

“Alright,” I agree and start to walk back to the house. The twins come with me.

“Let’s have a shower,” Jarren suggests when the three of us enter the house.

I feel sweaty after that run, I want to wash. Strangely, it’s a non-sexual shower. The three of us just move around each other, washing ourselves. Don’t get me wrong, the view is great.

Dane disappears out of the bathroom whilst Jarren and I dry ourselves. I’m brushing my hair in the mirror when Jarren comes up behind me.

He turns me around and takes the brush out of my hand, I watch him curiously as he puts it down. He cups my cheek and leans down to kiss me.

I know something is going on, but I’m not going to complain, I love kissing him. Our lips move against one another. I open up for him when his tongue nudges my lips. I caress his tongue with my own and tangle my fingers into his damp hair.

He reaches down and grasps my thighs. He pulls them up, so that he is holding me. I automatically wrap my legs around his waist. I move my hands down to lock them around his neck, holding me in place.

At the back of my mind, I process Dane coming back into the room. The squelch of a bottle being squeezed reaches me. Jarren bites down gently on my lip and I moan into his mouth. My whole body goes rigid as I feel the cold, metallic tip of something being pressed against my asshole. They’ve lubricated that damn butt-plug again.

I tense up against Jarren and he keeps kissing me. One of Dane’s hands soothingly rubs my back. “Relax baby, we want to finally take you tonight and this will make it easier,” Dane whispers into my ear.

My eyes, already shut, squeeze closed tighter as the tip of the plug enters me. I try to focus on kissing Jarren and relaxing. I don’t clench and the plug slides some more inside of me.

“Well done, baby, you’re doing great.”

Dane’s praise has me relaxing more. I pull back and lean my forehead against Jarren’s as the plug is finally seated inside of me. Dane hugs me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder.

“Good job, mouse,” Jarren praises me and kisses my forehead. He lets go of my legs and I slide down his body, to my feet. “The amount of times we’ve planned to take you together, and something keeps coming up, tonight is going to be the night.”


I stand in the wardrobe again, wearing a pair of jeans and a bra, trying to find the right top. My mates told me to dress casually, their father lives in a cabin up a mountain. The weather is nice, but the dress code is very relaxed.

Eventually, I pick out a cute top. I move on to doing my make-up.

As we have the last few nights, my mates and I get ready around each other.

“Do I have to keep this in? It’s so inappropriate to wear it to your father’s house,” I whine and shift from foot to foot, trying to ignore the sensation of a butt-plug up my arse.

“Yes, you do, otherwise it’s going to hurt more later, baby. We need to stretch you out,” Dane tells me as he rubs my back.

“I don’t want to be stretched out, I like my tight asshole,” I pout childishly and Jarren snorts with laughter.

“Don’t you want us to take you both at the same time? Don’t you want both of our cocks inside you? Don’t you want us to be together, properly?” Jarren asks and I chew my bottom lip.

Yes.Damn it, yes, I want that.

“Ugh, fine,” I grumble and stomp back into the bathroom.

By six o’clock, we’re all in the car and on the way to their father’s house.

Dane is driving again, with Jarren riding shotgun and me nervously twiddling my hands in the back. I wriggle around on the seat, trying to get comfortable.

It’s an hour-long drive, but we finally pull up in front of the traditional, log cabin. An attractive man, who looks to be in his forties, emerges from the door as we park. He’s wearing a tartan shirt and some worn jeans. He has Dane’s orange eyes and Jarren’s black hair, although his is dotted with some grey.

“My boys!” He grins and opens up his arms. Dane and Jarren both climb the steps to the porch and hug him. Then they step aside, to reveal me.

“This must be Leilani, it’s so lovely to meet you,” he says warmly.

I come up the stairs and offer my hand to him. “It’s lovely to meet you, Alpha Graham.”

He laughs and bats my hand away. “We do hugs here, kid,” he replies and pulls me into his arms.

I let out the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding and hug him back.


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