Page 14 of A Pack of Cozy

Connor starts moving his hands up my legs, teasing the sensitive skin on my inner thighs. While Bax works my cunt, Connor begins nipping and licking my inner thighs. Slick coates Bax's hand, and he adds a second finger.

"More," I moan, not even sure what I'm asking for. How can they give me more without knotting me? But Seth understands the assignment.

He gathers my hair in his hands and pulls it roughly, giving me a delicious sting that contrasts with the sensuous path he trails from my collarbone to my ear with his tongue and teeth, both nipping and then licking the stings away. His rough gasps in my ear while he holds my head back make me keen in pleasure. Bax adds a third finger and when his tongue replaces his thumb over my clit, it’s my undoing. I drown under the waves of pleasure that overtake me. Bax's tongue and fingers continue their ministrations while Connor smacks my inner thigh, mixing the pleasure and sting. Simultaneously, Seth tweaks my nipple, and the combination has my first orgasm rolling into a second.

After, I don't know how much time passes, the haze finally clears. I half expect the guys to be gone, leaving me in my mortification. I remember the mini heat the way you remember a very realistic dream. But when I open my eyes, they're all still here. Connor's at the end of my bed, rubbing my feet. Bax is sitting against the headboard, stroking my hair, and Seth is still kneeling at the side, rubbing comforting circles into my stomach.

My vision blurs as I fight to hold back tears, unsure of why I feel this way. My hormones have always fluctuated unpredictably after a regular heat, and I suspect it's the same during mini heats. Seeing them here touches a deep, unacknowledged need within me.

"It's okay, Precious," Seth assures me, his voice a soft balm. I feel the warmth of his presence wrap around me as his purr revs up, rumbling against the pillows in a rhythmic cadence. Turning toward it, I half-bury my face in the plush softness of the pillow until I can gather the shattered pieces of myself.

The other two never waver in their quiet support. Bax's hands glide over my back while Connor rubs my feet, calming the chaos inside me. Each touch is a lifeline, reminding me that I'm not alone in this overwhelming moment. In this cocoon, I can finally feel a flicker of hope ignite within me, even amidst the tears.

"Are you all right?" Connor asks from his position at my feet, now working on my heels.

"Yes. Thank you for… helping me."

Now that the heat has passed my uncertain emotions come surging back. Seth's smile is wicked and ravenous. His erection is outlined against his sweatpants. I wonder if he sleeps in them, or threw them on to come here.

"Anytime, Precious," he says.

"We'll let you sleep," Bax says.

When I can't find the words to reply, they all get up and move to the bedroom door. I try not to look at their pants, but can't help myself. Bax's boxers are impressively strained and tented, and Connor wears sweats that sport an outline I'm not sure I can believe is real. I'm so tempted to ask them to stay, but my heart rate is rapidly receding, and I know I'd be upset with myself in the morning.

You don't know them,I chastise myself again. A voice deep inside, the omega who never let herself be known before today, huffs like she doesn't care at all. The door closes with a click, and I'm left in an empty room with their comforting scents. Before I drift back to sleep, my last thought is that I love how we smell together.

Calliope

Iwakeupearly,snuggled under my blankets, and lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling. Had everything that happened last night been a dream? All I have to cling to are their lingering scents, which might just be figments of my lonely imagination.

A gentle knock at the door pulls me from my swirling thoughts. "I'm up," I call, my voice slightly sleepy. The door creaks open, and Seth peeks in. His grin lights up the room like sunshine.

"Good morning, beautiful! How'd you sleep?" His question is sweet. It feels innocent, yet somehow full of promise.

"I… fine," I reply.

His grin grows impossibly broader and more feral. "Just fine?"

My cheeks burn, and I drop my face into my hands. "Oh my god!"

"Oh no. I'm sorry, I was just teasing," he assures me. I feel the bed shift under his weight, and his big hands gently pull mine away from my face.

"I'm so sorry," I say, staring at the blue comforter they had used to make the bed last night. If I look him in the eye, I might burst from embarrassment.

"I'm not," he replies. I cautiously lift my gaze to him, noticing the seriousness on his face. He gently cups my chin with his fingers, making me face him fully. "I'm really proud you trusted us enough to help you through your mini heat. The other guys feel the same way. Would you like to come downstairs for breakfast so we can discuss our plans together?"

I inhale his beautiful scent. "You really want to court me?" I ask. Years of questioning whether someone really wanted to be with me, and whether I even deserve the kind of love I was looking for, can't be overcome in one night.

"We are completely positive. We want to unravel the mystery of the person behind the scent that has captivated us. But, Precious, scent sensitivity—it never fails. I believe you're everything we've been searching for, and we'll go to any lengths to show you just how serious we are." He leans closer, the heat radiating between us palpable, his desire barely contained. I can feel the tension crackling in the air, and I long for his touch more than anything at that moment. My heart races as I wonder if another wave of heat is about to wash over me.

Calm down,I mentally scold my omega. She's having none of it. After being mostly silent my entire life, she's been at the forefront since she scented these alphas. She wants control.

I pull away and agree to put my clothes back on and come down. Seth pouts at the idea of me wearing clothes, so I shoo him out the door. He laughs all the way practically bouncing.

Downstairs, the guys are setting dishes on the kitchen island. There's enough food to feed a small army. Platters and bowls are piled high with eggs, bacon, sausage, waffles, pancakes, and fruit. Two different carafes hold juices of various colors.

"Wow, this looks amazing," I say honestly, though I can't imagine who could eat it all.

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