It’s a lovely evening, and I almost forget about my desire to hop on their cocks.
After dinner, I hang around the kitchen while they clean up, and then we return to the living room to relax.
We’re quiet, winding down after a long day, a long few weeks on call. It’s comfortable, like we’ve been together for decades. I don’t need anything more.
Eventually the fire gets low, and Orion gets up to tend to it.
He adds wood, bending over to adjust the logs.
Oh.
Oh no.
I was wrong.
I’m still desperately horny.
I can’t stop staring at Orion’s ass.
His pants are snug around his muscular ass and thick thighs. Seeing them reminds me of how his body tensed under mine as I rode him, straining not to come until I allowed him to.
Orion stands up, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s watching me because the front looks as good as the back. My eyes snap up to his, and I blush and look away only to find the others staring at me too.
“I’m sorry,” I say, covering my face.
“Why are you sorry?” Orion asks.
“Because you wanted to take things slow, and I’m ruining it,” I say, my perfume hanging heavy around us.
“You don’t need to hide your feelings from us,” Henri says.
A whine slips out before I can stop it. Cato and Charm hug me, purring.
“But you said you didn’t want to be intimate yet,” I whimper.
Everyone replies at the same time so I only pick upsome of what they’re saying, but it all seems to be protesting they didn’t meanthat.
“Quiet!” Orion barks.
The other alphas stop talking instantly. Since his bark wasn’t directed at me, it washes over me without effect.
“When we talked about our relationship, I didn’t mean wecouldn’tbe intimate. I just didn’t want you to feel pressured into sleeping together immediately simply because we had before,” Orion says.
“If you want to get closer, we have no objections. We can do as much or as little as you want,” Charm says.
“It’s always up to you, little omega. We want you however you’ll have us,” Magnus says.
“Oh. Okay. That’s good. I’m sorry, I guess I just assumed,” I say, already calmer thanks to their cuddling.
“Don’t apologize for your feelings,” Orion says.
“So, are you ready to take what you want, pet?” Cato asks, standing and dropping his sweatpants in one movement.
His cock springs out, already hard and thick.
His packmates’ protests die off as I lick it. He tastes just as rich and velvety as I remember. Cato loosely tangles his fingers in my hair, following my head rather than directing it.
Charm presses against my back and carefully digs his teeth into my neck, making me moan. Cato takes the opportunity to push his cock deeper. I suck on him happily, eager for more after all these weeks without it.
