13. Calliope
Calliope
I'm on fire. I don't understand anything but my bone-deep need.
When Bax asked for permission to "help" me, I practically shouted my consent.
My omega is fully in control. I have no say which blessedly means that I don't feel any of the normal anxiety I'd definitely experience if I was in control of my senses.
Bax kneels on my left side, Seth takes a position on my right, and Connor kneels at the end of the bed. Bax's hand slips under my shirt and to the plains of my stomach.
"What do you need?" Bax asks. Slick coats my pussy, and I keen. I'd been so hesitant and nervous before with them. I couldn't remember why. The heat haze has fully taken over and all I know is I need something to fill this aching hole in my core.
"Touch me, please." I hardly recognize my own voice it's so desperate and wanting.
Bax doesn't hesitate. I'd taken my rough work pants and bra off to sleep in my underwear and blouse. He slips his fingers around the waistband of my unicorn print panties, and pulls them down until I'm fully bared to them.
The cool air of the bedroom hits my hot slick, and I buck up.
I'm so sensitive I feel like I could come from the delicious contrast between my hot core and the cold air alone.
Pressure wracks my body. My abdomen cramps where my body is insisting I need a knot.
Biologically, it's the fastest way to relieve a heat spike.
But Bax slips two fingers against my slick folds, and Seth replaces the hand that had been under my shirt and tweaks my already rock-hard nipples.
My body arches in pleasure, and I cry out.
Bax's fingers come up. His thumb circles my clit while one finger presses into my opening. I perfume so hard that my scent absolutely fills the room. The men groan.
"I'm sor— ah! " Bax slips in a second finger, and my eyes blissfully cross.
"Don't ever apologize for that delicious scent, Raindrop," Bax scolds. I look at him, and his pupils are blown wide with lust. I nod and scream in pleasure when his fingers crook to hit that spot inside me that makes me see stars.
Connor is still at the foot of the bed. At first, he's just running lazy circles around my calves and thighs while Seth works my nipples and Bax plunges into my pussy. I vaguely wonder if he has a foot fetish of some kind. Completely legitimate, but not my thing.
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.