Page 43 of A Pack of Cozy

"Please, Precious, for me," Seth says. "I don't want you to get sick from not drinking enough." I reluctantly let him sit me up and then tip the water into my mouth. Some deep part of me protests at being treated like I'm incapable, but I squish that voice down. I'm in charge now, and I preen at the attention.

Seth sits up so that I'm cradled against his chest. I snuggle in only to take a break, but between the fever and the knotting, I fall into a restless sleep.

Calliope

WhenIreawakenfrommy slip into unconsciousness, the guys are sitting around me chatting. They're still fully naked, to my delight. My head is tucked in Connor's lap, though all the guys have hands on me, touching and soothing along my sides.

When they see I'm awake, they pause, and three sets of eyes look down at me. And just like that, the ache in my core returns tenfold. Connor's jaw tightens, and he slips me out of his lap and turns me around so I'm straddling him.

"Do you need this knot, Baby?" his voice is rougher than sandpaper, and I whine in need.

His hand skims under my hair and cups the back of my neck. The hand grounds me, but the ache in my core only grows. Slick covers my core and drips down my thighs. Connor pulls my hips down, and in one fluid motion, he sheathes himself inside of me. I cry out, and his forehead tips to rest against the collar of my neck. As he begins thrusting into me, he leaves kisses that burn wherever they land. I can barely breathe through the ecstasy.

As he pumps, my need grows. I feel full, but something's missing.

"More!" I cry out. I don't know what I'm asking for. But Bax knows, because he's given it to me before.

"Lean back, Connor, let me have our omegas pretty tight ass," Bax growls. Connor leans back, and I tilt my hips up while still riding Connor's hard length. I hear the click of a cap being popped and look back to see Bax squirting lubricant onto his hard, fat cock, rubbing it around until he shines.

Fingers grab my face and turn my head. Connors's green eyes meet mine. "Look at me while he works that big alpha cock into your tight little asshole. Tighter with me pushing it from this side." I moan and perfume so hard it fills the room.

Bax's engorged head works its way into my back entrance. I pant and gasp as Seth whispers praises into my ear about how I'm a good omega who can take what her alphas give her. With a sharp thrust, the head pops in. That's all it takes and I'm screaming my release into Connors neck. But Bax doesn't stop. He pumps, slow at first and then faster. I can feel Bax and Connor as they rub against eachother through my body. Despite my orgasm, I'm needy, and begin pushing back on him, pushing him deeper. Bax growls and I have to hide a smile in the crook of Connors's shoulder.

"You like torturing us, little omega?" Connor asks. Every time he pulls out, Bax pushes in. Bax's hands flex on my hips, trying to keep me still and himself from going over the edge. But I want him to go over the edge. I want that edge of rut that I'd seen out our date.

So I pull myself forward, which tilts Connor's cock as well, and then slam back onto both of them. Bax snarls and grabs my middle, hauling me towards him.

"You want me to rut into this ass, Raindrop?" he asks.

When I nod, he growls, and so does Connor, who's looking at us both. I can feel more than see their eyes connect over my shoulder in silent communication. Bax presses on my back so that I'm flush against Connor's chest. Connor thrusts in, and as he pulls out, Bax fills the emptiness by thrusting up into me. But that rhythm doesn't last. Soon they're savagely thrusting in harsh waves without a beat. It's raw and primal and perfect.

"Gotta knot this pussy," Connor grunts, and when he next pushes in, he holds me down until his half-engorged knot pops in. Soon after, Bax does the same in my ass. As the two knots fill, they touch every muscle, every nerve, and every point inside of me that I didn't know needed to be touched. They rock in me as much as they can until Connor rubs his thumb just right around my clit, and I come again, screaming their names. They roar, and I feel their cum hot inside of me.

Connor

It'sbeenthreedayssince Cali's heat started. We've had her all over the nest in as many combinations and positions as she could think of. With as many toys and props as we have available. Her omega is insatiable. But I'm worried now.

We've gotten her to eat and drink only in small amounts, and at odd hours. This is part of why a pack takes care of omegas. During heat, they forget everything but their insatiable need for knots, and they can easily hurt themselves by not maintaining a healthy amount of sustenance. How Cali managed by herself, I'll never know.

We've taken her into the attached bathroom suite and had to knot her in the shower to get her to stay still long enough to wash. We've enjoyed every minute of it, but we miss our sweet girl. We miss talking to her, and spending time with her. Feeding her delicious food and taking her on dates.

She begins to stir, and her pupils are no longer dilated when she opens her eyes. I can see their hazel, and I know that Cali, not her omega, has regained control.

She smiles at me and then promptly bursts into tears.

"Hey," I whisper, scooping her into my arms. I'm laid down next to her, and she's curled her head under my chin and weeping into my neck.

"I'm sorry," she gasps. "It's always like this after my heat. The hormones going nuts." I nod and rub soothing circles into her back while she cries. I'm the only one awake. Bax and Seth are passed out on the cushions next to us.

"You cry all you need, Baby. We're not going anywhere," I remind her. Her omega has been completely freaked out about any of us leaving the nest, and I don't blame her. Thank god for the attached bathroom to the suite. We only leave while she's sleeping to sneak down to the freezer get some of the meals I'd prepped. She never even notices.

Cali finally calms down enough to look up at me. Her puffy, red-rimmed eyes snag onto my heart and won't let go. Her wild, untamed hair frames her face. We tried to keep it brushed for her, but she wouldn't sit still. Seth had to knot her while I snuck behind her and brushed it.

"I love you," she whispers, and the sound cracks me in half and then stitches me back together. My eyes burn, and I find myself burying my face in her shoulder while holding her to me so tight that I let go just as quickly for fear that I'll hurt her. She smiles, and I smile.

"Can we bond now?" she asks.

I take in a deep, shaky breath. "I couldn't think of anything better. If you're sure?"

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