300 Days With The Alpha Beta Triplets
IN THE DINNING

Bella:

The walk back to the house was far from peaceful. My mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, each more distressing than the last. Sebastine in Frost Pack? It had to be a joke.

Someone from my past playing a cruel prank. But who? Father wouldn't do this, or could it be Fae? That thought sent a shiver down my spine, worse than the idea of Sebastine being here. My anxiety tightened like a vise around my chest.

"Did I do something wrong?" Ryder's voice cut through my internal chaos. He sounded worried, his brow furrowing as he glanced at me. "You've been so quiet since we started walking back. Did I...?"

"No, Ryder," I interrupted, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. "I'm just a bit hungry. I'll be fine once we get home," I lied, hoping to ease his concern.

I tried to return to my nerve-racking internal debate, but his worried eyes haunted me all the way home.

As we stepped into the house, I unwound the muffler from around my neck, hanging it on the coat rack. The rich aroma of a well-prepared meal greeted us, making my stomach growl. At least there was something to distract me from the madness in my head. We headed to the dining table.

"Coats, please," a voice said, startling me.

A maid stood by the door, waiting to take our coats. We handed them over and continued to the table.

"I can't believe I'll be leaving this place soon," Ryder said as we sat down. His words pulled at my heartstrings, adding another layer to my already turbulent emotions.

He pulled out a seat for me, then dished out the perfectly cooked chicken curry rice, vegetables, and meat. He poured wine into our glasses, placing everything in front of me. But I was miles away, my mind replaying Sebastine's messages over and over.

Ryder talked animatedly, savoring his food, but I barely heard him. I stared blankly at my plate, my appetite gone. Suddenly, Ryder's voice broke through my fog.

"Bella, you've barely touched your food, and you said you were hungry," he said, his concern evident.

I grabbed my cutlery, forcing myself to take a bite.

"I know something is wrong. You have to tell me," he insisted, his voice firm yet gentle. He dropped his cutlery, the clank against the plate making me flinch. I looked into his eyes, searching for a quick lie.

"You're right," I said, pushing a smile onto my face. "I can't eat because all I can think of is you and how much I want you right now."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Right now? As in, on the dining table?" he asked, a slow grin spreading across his face.

"Yes, right now," I replied, letting my fingertips dance up his thigh.

"And I'm still asking questions? I must be stupid." He grabbed my waist, pulling me onto his lap. I saw the maid turn and leave, shutting the door behind her.

Ryder's lips attacked my neck, kissing and nipping every inch of skin. He tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. His lips moved to the tops of my breasts, which were barely contained by my bra. He unbuckled it, freeing my breasts, and circled his tongue around my nipples, making me gasp.

I rocked back and forth on his lap, my hands tugging at his hair. Suddenly, he stood up, wrapping my legs around his waist. With one hand supporting me, he swept everything off the table with the other, then laid me down on it. He pinned my hands above my head, kissing down my neck to my belly button as he unzipped my pants and pulled them off with ease.

He lowered his own pants, the sight of his hardened self sending a thrill through me. He rubbed against the fabric of my underwear, a chuckle escaping his lips. Then he pushed my underwear aside and pushed into me, a gasp escaping my lips. I clung to his back, my nails digging into his skin as he moved inside me.

He showered my body with kisses, his hands exploring every curve. He cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples, making me moan. Suddenly, he pulled me up to a sitting position, thrusting deeper. He held me close, my arms around his neck, as he pounded into me. Each thrust sent shudders through my body, my need for him growing with every movement.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with passion. I buried my face in his neck, my moans muffled against his skin.

"I love you too," I managed to say, my voice breathy. He slowed his pace as my legs began to tremble against the table.

In that moment, the chaos of Sebastine's messages and the fear they brought faded into the background....