Seth kneels next to Bax; his pants are already pulled low and his cock juts from just above the waistband. He taps Bax’s shoulder, and Bax growls into my pussy. But once he sees what Seth has in mind, he straightens and begins undoing his own sweatpants.
Seth moves forward, positioning the weeping head of his cock against my entrance. I clutch at his shoulders, needing him so badly I shake. He pushes in slowly, stretching me open, filling me to the hilt.
He thrusts twice, then pulls out, leaving me hollow and wanting.
I begin to whimper in protest before Bax, thick cock pulsing, takes up the space Seth just vacated. His hands grasp my hips in a punishing grip as he surges forward, sheathing himself in one brutal thrust. My cry is feral. They continue like that, building up the heat in my core one delicious turn at a time—all while Connor plays with my breasts, tweaking in ways that send shocks of pleasure straight to my center.
I reach out to him and pull his straining boxers down, freeing his cock. It bobs heavy in front of me, flushed and leaking. I lean forward, wrapping my lips around him, taking half of him in one greedy pass. Connor groans and grips the back of the chair so hard his knuckles turn white. He pushes forward, allowing me to stay where Bax and Seth need me, and keeps working on me. His fingers thread through my hair, and I feel so satisfyingly full.
They all move in a rhythm that can only come from time and learning what the other partners in the pack need. The coilingtension at my center reaches a fever pitch as each alpha swirls my clit in time with his thrusts.
Connor loses control first, snapping into my mouth, fucking my throat with long, deep strokes until his hips jerk and he roars into the kitchen.
“Take it all, baby. Swallow it,” he growls, and I do my best, but some leaks out, spilling down my chin.
The sight is clearly too much for Seth, who takes his place after Bax and thrusts erratically until he grunts, his head falling to my shoulder as he rides out his own orgasm.
I’m so close that I know when Seth pulls out, the moment Bax pushes back in, I’m going to fall. Bax must see that too, because he grins.
“Come all over my cock, omega. Show us what a good omega you are,” he says as he punches in, sending me careening over the edge as he uses my pussy to climax. His mouth covers his bonding bite, and his teeth press in just hard enough to sting but not hard enough to break skin as his movements stutter and then halt, wave after wave of his cum coating my insides.
He smooths a hand over my round belly.
“I’m fine. We’re fine,” I assure him. They were careful. Even in the throws of it, they always are. My mates. My pack.
Bax stands up and scoops me off the chair and into his arms. I’m suddenly so tired I could sleep for a week. My eyelids feel heavy, and I snuggle deep into his chest as he carries me toward our pack bed.
“The ice cream,” I manage to mumble before sleep really begins to pull me under.
“I’ll take care of it in the morning,” Connor assures me, stroking my hair.
“Goodnight, Precious. Merry Christmas,” Seth says as I drift into sleep.
Sunny
I absolutely collapse onto the couch in our living room, kicking off my heels and paying no attention to the wrinkles I’m causing in my silk dress. My legs ache, my head hums, and every inch of me feels like it’s been kissed by exhaustion and adrenaline. The house smells faintly of cinnamon and pine, the kind of scent that settles into the walls at Christmastime.
When we’d decided Christmas Eve would be a great official launch day for the hotel, I thought it was such a fun, cute idea. We’d had guests all month, but they were all influencers, reviewers, and relatives—like Cole’s brother. Today was the first day of paying guests and real consequences. We’d run around all day smoothing over room mix-ups, computer glitches, and one very stubborn old man who insisted his room was not the correct dimensions.
It was thrilling and fun. Then it was stressful. Then it was exhausting.
“Is it always like that on launch days?” I ask.
Jess, who’s building a fire in the fireplace, chuckles.
“Pretty much,” Cole says as he slides in next to me on the couch, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his chest. I happily snuggle into him. The heat of him seeps into me instantly, and my body softens like wax under a flame. Outside, wind rattles faintly against the windows. But in here, everything is golden and still.
“This was actually pretty tame compared to some of the other launches,” Hunt says, handing me a steaming cup of tea. Our fingers brush, lingering longer than necessary. The steam curls up between us, carrying the scent of honey and chamomile. Luca sits on the other side of the couch from Cole, pulling my feet into his lap. Jess settles on the floor in front of the couch next to Hunt, but close enough that I can run my fingers through his long hair. The firelight casts flickering shadows across his skin, illuminating the tattoos on his arms. His dress shirt is unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Every flex of muscle draws my eye, heat curling low in my belly. He leans forward and plucks a small present from under the tree.
Jess reaches back and hands it to me. “You said that you always opened a gift on Christmas Eve,” he explains.
Bittersweet yearning fills my heart. This is my first Christmas without my grandmother. She passed quite expectantly a few months ago, but it still hurts. Cole rubs his thumb along my arm with one hand and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. His touch is reverent, protective. The kind that makes my breath catch. The fire pops, and for a moment, I can almost hear my grandmother humming along to a carol the way she used to.
“You okay, little one?” he asks.
“Yeah. It’s just sad not having her here,” I admit. My voice trembles, and he answers by pressing his lips to the crown of my head, a silent promise, while Luca rubs the soles of my feet. His thumbs knead into my arch, slow and deliberate, sending warmth spiraling through me.
“Sorry,” Jess says, taking my hand from his hair and kissing my knuckles lightly. The scrape of his stubble against my skin sends goosebumps up my arm. The glow from the tree paints him in shades of gold and green, the whole room hazy with that soft, late-night kind of peace.
