18. Calliope #2
"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 out The Hobbit and 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.
When I start to get up to make them coffee, Connor grabs me by the waist.
"Where are you going, Baby?" his voice is husky with sleep.
"To make you guys some coffee," I whisper. Seth and Bax are still asleep, tilted back against the sofa. His eyes flash, and he lets me go. Even his alpha can't argue about coffee.
They each stretch and get up from the couch when the coffee is ready. They look miserable. I swear I can hear joints cracking.
"Why didn't you guys wake me up so you could leave? That must have been a horrible way to sleep." It's very chivalrous of them, but at the expense of their necks seems a little extreme. They glance at each other.
"For omegas, you have heats, heat spikes, and nesting.
There's a lot more to it, but I'm simplifying," Bax says.
I nod. I'd seen the library books on the shelves in the guy's study when I'd been stranded at their house.
They'd clearly done some research. "For alpha's, there's a driving need to protect an omega they're courting.
It's tough to ignore our alphas. Last night, you were asleep, and we just couldn't leave you.
Does that make sense?" Bax is looking at me as if he's trying to explain the pattern of his soul, and I suppose, in a way, he is.
"I think if you'd left, my omega would have been really disappointed," I admit. They're giving me truths, and it feels right to do the same.
Bax steps forward, and before he can move again I wrap my arms around his chest and drop my head against him.
His purr revs up, he kisses the top of my head, and then scent marks me.
The other two move around and do the same, making a circle of us.
My heart swells with hope, pleasure, and a sense of peace my omega's never known.
I've only known rejection. First by my parents for my omega status, and then Nick when he lied and cheated.
I already know that these alphas will never reject me like that.
Bax proves it in his careful knowledge. Seth in his light humor.
Connor, in his protective nature and his own brand of food-based care. I feel… safe.