Page 24 of A Pack of Cozy

Then, Seth gently uses one hand to pull back the soft blankets on the bed while using the other to help me slip between the covers and the sheets. I'm surprised the bed isn't a blow-up mattress, as I initially thought. Instead, it's a real queen-sized mattress with a wooden frame. He'd actually assembled this bed inside the dome. How long had it taken him to do that? All for me?

Seth slips around to the other side and joins me under the covers.

"Is the surprise your cock, because I have news for you: I've seen cocks." Based on what I'd seen at the last dinner we had together, his and the packs' are significantly larger than any other cocks I've personally experienced. I don't think Seth needs any ego-boosting in that area.

He chuckles and pulls me close. Thoroughly wrapping himself around my side. Again, I feel a twinge of astonishment. I had to practically beg my ex to cuddle or for him to purr or show any physical intimacy. He said he just didn't express himself that way, but by the end, he never expressed himself much beyond general distaste for my company.

Seth pulls out his cell phone, and my heart sinks. Now, we're in more familiar territory when it comes to relationships. My scent must change because he wraps his arm around me even tighter, holding me close with the arm that isn't holding the phone. He keeps the phone in front of me so I can see what he's doing and opens an app with a light bulb icon. He presses a virtual button that saysOFF,and the ambient light around the igloo darkens.

When the lights suddenly flick off, it feels like the very cosmos has flung open its curtains, showering us in brilliance. We're enveloped in dark solitude, far from the reach of any town and removed from the city's bustling life. The Milky Way, which had previously appeared as a weak smear of light on the horizon anytime I'd seen it before, has transformed. Every glimmer of light is its own form of mesmerizing beauty.

The heavens erupt into a symphony of brilliance, a stunning dance of individual points scattered across the infinite expanse. Each star is like its own fiery gem. It's far more beautiful than I've ever seen stargazing. The awe of it wraps around me, igniting a sense of wonder and insignificance as I gaze up from the comfort of the plush bed, lost in the beauty of the universe.

I inhale a sharp breath, heat rushing to my cheeks. A luminous streak dances across the sky, leaving a shimmering trail that flashes and then dies. "A shooting star!" I whisper in a voice barely louder than the breeze. It feels like talking too loudly will shatter the delicate magic of the moment. As if my voice will send the stars tumbling from their place in the sky like a soufflé collapsing under its own weight.

Seth presses his cheek against the top of my head, scent marking me, sending shivers down my spine. "Make a wish, Precious," he urges, his voice low and sultry. I close my eyes, feeling a warm rush of desire swirl within me, and I wish fervently that this isn't just an elaborate dream spun by my attention-starved omega. I crave the reality of his touch, the heat of his body against mine.

"This is a perfect surprise," I say.

"Well, you said you liked the stars, and I didn't want to let that perfect idea go to waste. But, Precious, this still isn't the surprise."

I lean back from his embrace enough to look into his face. A small smile plays on his lips. It's something both hopeful and fragile. So different from the wide grins he usually wears. His eyes meet mine, and, god, I could drown in them. He brings his face down to mine. This time, his kiss isn't slow or gentle. It's deep and demanding. His tongue roams over mine, and he palms my ass. I press back into him. Allowing my hands to wander into his hair, pulling so that his bun falls out and his wild hair frames around our faces. I forget about the stars as Seth's hard length presses against my thigh. That nagging small voice of doubt within me tries to rear its ugly head but it's quickly squashed down by my omega. She isn't having any of it. I perfume and slick seeps down my thighs. I reach down and stroke him through his pants. He breaks off our kiss with a hiss.

"Cali, I brought the bed to watch the stars comfortably. I'm not expecting—" He cuts off as I begin unbuckling the belt of his pants. Seth groans and drops his forehead to mine as I slip my hand in and stroke up the velvety, hot length of him. My fingertips barely touch together as my hand circles him.

Suddenly, he rips my hand from his pants, and I think I've done something wrong. He grabs my other hand and pins them both above me and under one hand. I'm about to protest when he skims a hand into the V of my sweater dress and my bra, and tweaks my nipple most deliciously. My eyes fall closed. Seth nips along my shoulder and neck while his hand moves from my breast down to my inner thigh and up, teasing my folds through the material of my leggings. It isn't nearly enough, and I'm mewling in need. He lets out a breathy chuckle. I feel the hand that was tweaking my nipple come up to brush the stray hairs from my face. I'm flat on my back, face toward the dome ceiling, eyes having fluttered closed. Only wanting to experience the sensation of his touch.

"Open your eyes, Precious," he whispers in my ear. Reluctantly, I do. He's moved to the side and I'm looking straight up at the stars. The sight above us takes my breath away.

"This is your surprise, Precious," he says, his voice smooth as a water worn stone. Above us, the sky has lit up. A throng of colors sweeps across the velvety darkness of the night. They swirl together in an electrifying display of color. The northern lights sway across the starlit sky like waves against a shore. They splash into one another in a mesmerizing motion.

I gasp, my breath catching in my throat, overwhelmed by the ethereal beauty. The colors shimmer and twinkle and if I didn't understand the science behind it, I'd believe it was nothing short of pure magic. The lights illuminate the world around us in an otherworldly glow. My heart races at the sheer wonder of it. If I'd ever kept a bucket list, this moment would have topped it.

I turn my head to glance at Seth, who's still firmly holding my hands with his. My heart swells at the sight of him. He's captivated, his eyes wide. But he's looking at me. There's a softness in his gaze, an expression of pure wonder that makes me feel cherished. Before I can say anything, he lets go of my hands and slides down my body, taking my leggings and lace panties with him. As he climbs back up, he trails kisses along my inner thighs. He pauses before reaching the apex of my thighs.

"Like I said, the bed is for comfortable viewing. This beach is fairly secluded, and I don't see people down here often, but it's not gated off. Would you rather—"

"No," I breathe, cutting him off. I rip my eyes from the lights to look down at him. His eyes are pinpricks in the night, and I can see his outline between my thighs by the pale of the silver moon. I'm not often sure of things, but I'm sure I'll die disappointed if I don't have Seth right now. I still feel nervous about everything but my omega isn't nervous about anything when it comes to these alphas. She wants them and that need is bolstering my own need for Seth.

The flash of teeth in the dim light tells me he's smiling that wide grin. He closes the distance between us. This isn't coy or teasing. He licks me all the way up my slit, encircling my clit with his mouth and sucking. I buck off the sheets, trying to simultaneously get him to give me more and to get away from him.

"Eyes on the sky," he growls. I do as he says.

His tongue slips down from circling my clit and plunges into my center. I call his name and grab his hair, pulling him further into me. "Seth, please," I beg through panted breaths. He adds one finger and then another. Never breaking contact between his tongue and my clit. Two hard swipes against my spot, and I'm screaming into the stars and lights while tumbling over the edge of an orgasm. When it's done, he lifts himself onto his hands and knees and then sits back on his heels. His eyes skim over me in the dim light and I feel like I'm made of stars with how he gazes at me. A strangled whine escapes my lips.

Without warning, he grabs my hips and flips me over so that I'm on my stomach. He takes both my wrists in his with one hand, and pulls my bottom half into a kneeling position, putting my ass in the air on display for him while my face is firmly pressed into the sheets. My right cheek supports much of my weight while I breathe deeply. This was why he'd asked me those questions in my cottage. So that he knew if I would be okay with this. He's taking charge like I love. My omega whines in need, and I'm breathing heavily. Slick runs down my thighs, and I perfume so hard. It's a wonder we can breathe in this bubble. The idea that anyone could come onto the beach and see this just adds to the excitement.

The hand not holding my wrists together smoothes up the bare curve of my ass. "Do you like to be spanked, Precious?" Seth asks. I nod. I think I do, at least. I like it in books.

A sharp smack echoes across the igloo, and I hear it before I feel its bite. I perfume and gush with slick. There's no question now. I definitely like to be spanked.

"I need to hear your words," Seth's says. I swallow and seriously consider not answering. But I really want to see where this goes, and I'm afraid he'll stop if I disobey too much.

"Yes," I confess. Another sharp smack on the opposite cheek.

"Louder," he demands.

"Yes!" I practically shout. He smooths his warm hand over the skin he's just reddened.

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