Page 20 of A Pack of Cozy

"We need to hear you say it," Bax murmurs, his voice low and sultry, sending shivers skittering across my skin. Bax is crouched behind my chair, his warm breath brushing against my neck as he leans closer. His cheek grazes mine, a possessive gesture that leaves a tingling burn in its wake.

"Yes." The moment the word slips from my lips, I feel Connors's hands glide over the leggings I wear under my flannel work dress. Bax is trailing light kisses up my throat, and I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, allowing him full access to the plane of my neck and shoulder. Every press of his lips ignites my skin.

My eyes slit open, and I notice Seth leaning against the kitchen counter, practically white-knuckling it. "You like to watch?" I ask.

Connor's hands distract me for a moment. They grab at the waist of my leggings and pull them down. I lift my ass slightly to make it easier on him, and he takes advantage by nipping at my panty-covered mound before fully removing the leggings and shucking them across the floor.

Seth's answering chuckle draws my attention back to him while Connor traces small circles over my now-exposed thighs, and Bax's hand dives under my bra and kneads the soft flesh beneath.

"Sometimes, I do like to watch," Seth says, "but right now, while my pack mates work on relieving you of your clothes, I want to know what you like and don't like, in as much detail as you're willing to give."

I feel myself freeze up. It's not that I don't want the pack to know what I like. It's that no one, from my ex-fiancé to my shortest trysts, has ever asked. I was just expected to enjoy what they liked, and most of that had been very…basic. Lots of missionary, a few reverse cowgirls. The few times I'd tried to add more into the bedroom with toys, positions, or anything else, I was met with resistance or refusal.

I'm about to say that it's fine and doesn't matter. My responses feel almost automatic by this point, but I catch myself. I remember some of the self-help books I'd read after the breakup and the promise I made to myself and my therapist to avoid compromising my identity. If these men want me, I want them to want me for who I truly am, not for the person Nick shaped me into.

"I like this," I start. Seth exchanges a crooked smile with Connor. Connor kisses up my thighs and then kisses me right at my mound.

"Since you're a little distracted, I'm going to ask you some questions and I'd like you to answer honestly, please." Seth requests. I relax in Bax's arms. It's so much easier to answer questions than express my needs alone.

Connor moves my panties to the side to lick me right up my slit and then blow on it.

"Do you like it rough?" he asks, going straight to the heart of my basic preferences.

"Yes, I like it rough, but I don't like too much pain." When I hadn't found Nick satisfying, I'd taken matters into my own hands and experimented when he wasn't around.

"Do you like to be restrained?" Seth asks. I whimper and nod vigorously. Bax grasps both hands and brings them together behind my back, cuffing them with one giant hand. Slick bursts into my panties and fills the room with my perfume. All the men moan but there's no way I can help it. After doing everything to satisfy myself for my entire adult life, having my dreams immediately fulfilled with a few simple words is agonizing, core clenching, slick inducing, bliss.

"I think that's enough for tonight, but make no mistake, there will be more questions later." And with that, Seth turns back to my kitchen counter, swipes everything on it into the kitchen sink, and then turns toward me. The feral gleam in his eyes has me gushing slick, which Connor licks off with the flat of his tongue.

Seth comes to stand next to me, motioning to Connor to stand. Bax lets go of my hands, and Seth pulls me up and kisses me rough and fast. His tongue demands access, and I grant it immediately. He pulls me up by my ass, firmly kneading it in his hands, and my legs wrap around his middle. I'm sure that my slick will stain his shirt.

Seth lays me across the counter and pulls away from our kiss. I keen, my panties soaked. He unbuttons my dress slowly, and when it's fully opened, he pulls me up to his chest and shucks it off, followed closely by my lacy bra. Seth looks me over, and his gaze is fire. But he kisses my lips. This time it's slow and deliberate, and it takes my breath away. When he pulls back, I can see Bax and Connor behind him, both stripped naked. Their cocks standing long and hard.

"Turn over," Seth says, his voice a low purr. I do. My counter is so tall, and I'm so short that my toes don't even touch the ground. The cool counter rubs against my hard nipples. The contrast of the cool against my hot skin makes the insanely erotic situation feel even more sexy. I feel hands glide over my panty-covered ass.

"Do you want these off?" Bax's voice asks from behind me. He's now behind me, not Seth. I whimper with need. "You want us to lick this pussy without anything in the way?" The air whooshes from my body, and I can't think. His scent is all-encompassing. Wood smoke whipped away in my damp night air.

"Yes, please, alpha," I beg. I'm hot now. What started as basic need has rolled into a heat spike. From the research I've done online, it's not uncommon.

Bax gives me what I want. The panties slip down and around my ankles. I feel the air shift around my sensitive lips, and then a hot mouth is there. Licking from my ass straight down to my core and then around to settle on my clit. I scream in relief and grasp the edge of the counter with my hands, trying to ground myself. I feel like I'm floating. The pleasure is so fierce.

When I open my eyes, though, Seth is leaning against the kitchen wall, his massive cock in his hand, stroking. Bax is in front of me, not behind me, as I thought. Which means Bax switched with Connor who is now the owner of the mouth currently eating me like I'm his favorite meal. Bax's cock is jutting out at eye level. Where Seth is long and veined, Bax is wide, dark, and intimidating.

"Do you want to take this cock in your mouth, Raindrop?" Bax asks, his voice all rough and low, making me gush more slick for Connor to lap up. These men are all about asking me what I want during sex, and the questions send me closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

I don't say anything, but Bax is close enough that I can lean my head up a little and lick his tip. He growls, steps closer, fists my hair, and my mouth opens just in time for him to slide the first half inside. He's thick and velvety steel. While his cock works into my mouth, I feel Connor work two fingers into my pussy, never ceasing his ministrations on my clit with his tongue. My hands come up to fist the bottom half of Bax's cock, and we fall into a sizzling rhythm that pounds with Connor's fingers. The fronts of my legs bounce against the countertops, and my feet swing. The heat in my core builds with each of their thrusts.

"Next time, I'm going to take that pretty ass of yours," Bax promises, reaching over my back to squeeze it in both hands, and I perfume at the thought alone.

Movement out of the corner of my eye has me turning to peer at Seth through the curtain of my hair. He has his cock fisted in one hand, pumping in sharp, hard jerks. I imagine that he's ramming it into me with the same force, and it tips me right over the edge. I scream around Bax's cock, and it's his undoing. He pulls his cock from my mouth, and jets of white, hot cum shoot out all over my back and shoulders. Connor groans behind me, and I have a feeling he's making his own mess on the kitchen floor.

Bax grabs one of my tea towels and wipes me off thoroughly while I hear Connor taking care of his mess. I'm made of jelly. I lift my head and try to awkwardly scoot off the counter. Connor hauls me up from behind and turns me in his arms, so I'm basically koalaing him. He hefts me to my couch and sits so I'm still straddling him and my head is on his shoulder. Bax wraps my largest, softest blanket around my shoulders and tucks it around us. Then Bax sits on one side of Connor. Both he and Seth have put their pants back on. Connor hasn't and he does not seem to care.

Seth turns on my TV and looks at my series of DVDs. Without streaming, I've been borrowing a lot from the Library. They have a limited selection, but it's better than nothing. He picks outThe Hobbitand pops it in. While the intro starts, I relax to the sounds of The Shire. Seth goes into the kitchen and returns a few minutes later. He's reheated all of our plates. He sits on Bax's other side. It's a tight fit, but the couch is large, and we manage to be just this side of cozy. Connor only takes my plate and has me lean between him and Bax so that he can feed me. I try to protest, but he's having none of it.

"Let me feed my omega, please." His eyes are so sincere. It's delicious and warm and perfect. I eat and relax and drift.

I don't know how it happened, but I became sprawled across all three of their laps at some point. It's morning now, and we slept that way all night. I feel warm and, surprisingly, not too achy. I doubt the guys will feel the same way when they wake up. Sitting up to sleep all night couldn't have been remotely comfortable.

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