Chapter 5 Triplet Meeting

• Chris POV
• "I don't like it," I growl. "I mean... I don't like Erica being here, but I don't think we should be treating her poorly."
• "Especially now that she is a full grown woman," Bryce adds.
• I look at Bryce suspiciously.
• "Come on, Bro," he laughs. "You can't tell me that you haven't noticed her. Since we saw her two years ago, she has turned into a fine ass woman."
• Of course, I have fucking noticed. I would have to be blind not to see her beauty. When I saw her at the airport, she took my breath away. My brothers and I had agreed that we would pretend like we forgot to pick her up. I bet that it would make her cry, and I was right. But when I saw the tears shining in her hazel eyes, I no longer thought that the twenty bucks was worth the bet.
• Her blonde hair was pulled back into a messy bun with a few stray strands that framed her heart shaped face beautifully. She had definitely turned into a woman since the last time that we saw her, almost two years ago. She has filled out in all the right places, and her beautiful hourglass figure made my cock twitch in my pants. She is perfect. Everything that I hoped my mate would be.
• If I am being honest, I have always had a bit of a crush on Erica, but like an idiot, my brothers and I spent every summer tormenting her childishly. Now that I look at the full grown woman in front of me, I wish we had been just a little kinder to her.
• Now, the thought of Bryce checking her out makes me want to gouge out his eyes. Goddess. What is happening to me? Am I really ready to fight with my brothers over a girl?
• Not a girl. A woman.
• Instead of killing my brother, I remind him of what our mother said. "We are meant to stay away from her."
• Bryce rubs his hands together. "You can stay away from her all you want. But I have other plans."
• "What plans are those exactly?" I growl.
• "Ever since we picked up Erica from the airport, I have been imagining what she would look like without her clothes on. Just thinking about the way that her ass fits in her jeans is almost too much for me to think about. Not to mention the way her breasts strained against the t-shirt she was wearing to dinner. I plan on finally finding out what she tastes like this summer…"
• "Shut up!" I shout.
• Bryce explodes with laughter.
• "Do your plans take into account that she hates us?" Ace says from his doorway.
• "No one can resist me," I say as I wiggle my eyebrows up and down.
• "We are all going to stay away from her," Ace says as he walks into his bedroom. "I have just got done speaking with mother and father and her rank within this pack is an Omega. Father seems a little resistant to the fact, but Mother will not be swayed."
• "Since when does that matter," Bryce shrugs. "We have all slept with our fair share of Omegas."
• "She is off limits," Ace growls. "It is what is best for this pack and our family."
• "How so?" I question Ace.
• "She is technically a rogue. We cannot be seen with a rogue." Ace points out, and I guess he has a point.
• "Fine," Bryce grumbles. "She is off limits."
• Ace straightens his shoulders and stands a little taller. "So we are all in agreement. We treat Erica no differently than we have in the past."
• I can't help but smile. At least we can still have a little bit of fun. I remember digging through her luggage two years ago and spreading her bras and panties all over the pack house. Was it immature? Probably. But was it incredibly hot going through her personal things and touching her most intimate objects? Hell, yes, it was, and I can't wait to see her running around the pack house without a bra on because she cannot find hers.
• "What are you smiling about?" Ace asks me suspiciously.
• Bryce interrupts me. "I don't know about you all. I am just thinking about how hot she will be working in the pack house without her bras and panties. Who wants to distract her while I go and find her things?"
• "Triplet minds think alike," I smirk. "Let's go."
• We find it difficult to hide our laughter as we sneak to the Omega side of the pack house. Mother will kill us if she finds us, so it is very important that we remain quiet. It is also very difficult.
• After a complicated game of rock, paper, scissors, it is decided that I will be the one to knock on her door and lure her out. Only when I knock on her door, it opens slowly. I peek into the room and gesture for my brothers to come in.
• "She isn't here."
• Bryce is the first to shove his way into the room, then Ace, and then me.
• "Someone should be the look out," Ace whispers.
• "Not me," I grumble. "I have already lost tonight."
• "Then stop throwing paper, Dumbass," Bryce laughs as he unzips her luggage.
• The scent of lavender swirls around the room, and I have to suppress the moan building in my throat. Why do her things smell so good?
• "We don't have much time," Bryce says as he adjusts the front of his pants.
• He rifles through her clothes like a raccoon in the trash. Tossing out bras and panties as he finds them. Ace and I pick them up off the floor and stuff them into our pockets.
• "I think that's it," he says getting back to his feet. "We should go."