Trevor
The sun was nearly up by the time that we were back in our own territory. Beth had long since tucked the twins into their beds and fallen asleep on the couch. After I roused her and sent her home, I snuck in to kiss the boys good night.
Even though they each had their own bed, they usually ended up curled together and tonight was no exception. Adrian's bed was empty – the covers barely mussed – while Eric's held one lanky cinnamon-colored wolf pup curled around a tiny boy with a pair of smoky gray wolf ears high on his head and a matching white-tipped tail curling out from his pajama pants.
"They're so sweet when they're sleeping." Clint's deep voice wrapped around me, stoking an erotic heat in my belly.
"They are," I agreed, stepping back and rubbing against his body. I sighed when one arm looped around my waist to pull me closer. "Very sweet."
"Mmm hmm," Clint agreed, nuzzling into my neck and sucking a slow kiss into my skin. "You're pretty sweet, too." He nibbled on my earlobe. "Especially right here."
"Oh?" I barely managed to swallow a gasp as he swept me into his arms and backed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind us.
"Oh, yeah," he growled. "I can think of a few other sweet spots, too."
Our bedroom door closed behind us before Clint slowly lowered me to my feet. Somehow, he managed to strip us naked without ever taking his lips from my skin. Then his heavy body was pressing me into the mattress, gentle hands exploring and teasing me until I begged for more.
"You're sure?" He murmured in my ear. "I got a little carried away last night. You're not sore?"
"Ohhh," I gasped as he stroked my dick with one large, calloused hand. "Just a little." I thrust up into his hand. "So worth it."
Clint chuckled in my ear and rolled over, leaving me straddling him. "Let's do something else, then." One gentle finger prodded at my entrance, sliding in to tease my happy spot while his other hand stroked us together, slowlypushing us toward the edge. I came with a gasp, spilling over his fingers.
"That's it, baby," Clint panted. "Oh, fuuck.." With another long groan, Clint followed me, adding his release to the mess I'd already made on my Alpha's chest.
I collapsed down onto him, burying my face in his neck as my breathing began to return to normal. Clint wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.
"Gonna move in a minute," I mumbled. Clint muttered something in response and then sleep pulled us both under.
~*~
The sun was starting to lower when I woke. I was alone in the bed, and the sheets beside me were cold. I could hear whispering and giggles from the living room. Climbing from the bed, I gave the dried mess on my chest a disgusted look and pulled on a pair of worn jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt. A shower would have to wait until I knew what the twins were up to.
"Surprise!" Eric and Adrian shouted gleefully when I stumbled out of the bedroom and saw a veritable feast laid out on the coffee table.
"Is all of this for me?" I asked with a laugh, taking in the cereal that had been soaking in milk so long that it had lost all structural integrity, the plate of cold bacon, a bagel that was slathered in cream cheese and peanut butter – an Eric original, I knew – and a glass of milk. "I'm not sure what to say other than thank you." I stooped down to kiss my babies.
"Definitely unique," their sire's voice came from the kitchen doorway. "But I'm afraid it will have to save for later," he said, swallowing a laugh and holding up a takeout bag. "I just picked up breakfast from the diner, and these cinnamon rolls won't reheat."
"Daddy!" The boys squealed in unison and rushed Clint, wrapping their arms around his legs and screeching in delight as he walked to the table, carrying them on his feet.
"Good morning," Clint set the food down and swept them up into his arms, kissing each boy on the cheek before setting them gently in their seats and turning to me. "Good morning, Trevor."
"Hi." I knew I was grinning up at him with the same lovesick expression Zade had worn when he was mauling Levi. Clint grinned back at me and bent to claim my lips in a kiss that very nearly crossed the line of propriety in front of the kids. Nearly, but not quite. Then he busied himself opening bags and we settled in to eat.
Breakfast was delicious, and pretty quickly our plates were all but licked clean. In Eric's case, it was literally licked clean. Clint wave me off when I stood to clear the table.
"You go shower, Trev," he offered, winking at the boys. "We'll handle the cleanup."
When I stepped out of the shower twenty minutes later, clean and well fed, I grinned at the gorgeous Alpha who was reclining on the bed, ogling me.
"You're looking good," I teased him, dropping my towel and strutting toward him.
Clint groaned, "You have no idea how much I hate to say this, but we don't have time." I raised a brow and he laughed. "Doc called. He said everything is fine, but he wants to see you ASAP. I already sent the boys to Beth."
By the time I was dressed, Clint had rushed through his shower with the efficiency of a man who'd spent many years in military service and was buttoning his shirt. Forty-five minutes after that, I was flying high as I nearly danced out to Doc's waiting room to share my good news.
"Alpha?"
