18. Calliope
Calliope
Cooking is… fun. I've never experienced it like this.
My mom doesn't like to cook, and my dad makes basics, like boxed spaghetti and American tacos.
Never anything like this. These are spices, rice, and colorful vegetables.
It's saffron and cooked shrimp and fish.
Every layer has a new smell, color, and texture.
Connor is so patient with me, explaining things I'm sure most children know about cooking that I've never bothered to learn.
Seth and Bax help occasionally but mostly watch us, make jokes, and ask me questions.
I learn more about them as we work. Like how Seth has an enormous pack family.
How Connor lived with them for much of high school.
How Bax had met them in college. I know deeper, more personal stories are there, but I don't want to pry yet.
Hopefully, there will be chances in the future if they still want to take me on courting dates.
When the dish comes together, it's this colorful mishmash of perfectly cooked rice, veggies, and seafood. We pile the masterpiece on paper plates because that's the only kind I have, and we eat with plastic ware. It's pretty embarrassing, but no one complains.
We tuck into the food with wild abandon.
I cover my mouth with my hand. I've always been self-conscious while eating, and my ex had fed that insecurity by assuring me I was disgusting when I ate.
But the noises coming from me after the first glorious bite are practically pornographic.
After only microwaving single-serve meals for weeks, my taste buds have hibernated, and the paella is reawakening them.
When I look up, the alphas are staring at me. I feel heat creeping up my face.
"Precious, if those enticing little sounds keep escaping your lips, we might not make it through dinner," Seth says, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes dark and carnal.
"We might have to bend you over that counter and show you how we earn those delicious noises.
" My cheeks burn, both from embarrassment and undeniable excitement.
I feel my anxious thoughts recede as my omega pushes to the surface at Seths suggestive words.
She wants this. I want this. and that helps me gain the courage I need to take what I want.
Silencing my thoughts, I let my instincts take over.
Picking up another forkful of food, I savor the taste as I bite down, moaning the same way I had.
The alphas exchange heated glances, their expressions shifting to focused, hot need.
The air thickens with an undeniable tension, and I can feel their eyes on me, hunger and curiosity dancing in the space between us.
Then, they all move at once. Connor grips the arms of my chair as he spins me around, kneeling before me.
"Is that permission, Baby?" he murmurs, his hands flexing on the arms of the dining chair.
A warm flush spreads through me, pooling at my core and igniting a delicious ache.
I fight to swallow my uncertainty regarding scent-sensitivity, mates, and the fear of being left behind again.
Staring into his smoldering eyes, I realize there's no hesitation about wanting them. My omega pushes up a whine.
I nod still feeling my residual uncertainty. Not about wanting them. Just about myself and my own relationship skills. But my omega forcibly pushes those down. She needs these men. She wants them.
"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.