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Chapter nine

Genesis

G enesis might’ve underestimated Pack Rossi.

She’d been misguided in her assumption that they were a safer bet than the younger alphas she’d considered. She’d thought the age gap would make them harder to connect with, that maybe she wouldn’t have enough in common with them to spark more than a moderate physical attraction. Now, here she was on her first day with them, soaking their couch with slick and hanging on their every word. These men knew exactly what they wanted, and exactly how to give her what she needed. If this was what age and experience got you, then Genesis had made the right choice.

Or the absolute worst one.

Orlando pulled back from their kiss, his hazel eyes dark with lust. Genesis fought against a whine, immediately missing the taste of his mouth. She wanted him closer. She wanted all of them closer.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Genesis jumped in surprise as Luke delivered a series of quick slaps to her ass, alternating sides, before pausing to rub a soothing circle over the spot he’d hit. His calloused palms were rough against her skin, countering the sting, and spreading fire through her veins. She moaned, a fresh gush of slick running down her thighs.

“Hot damn, boys, I think she likes it.” Luke smirked, his voice low and teasing. He slid a hand beneath her ass cheek just enough to run a finger through her slick. Slowly, he licked his finger, closing his eyes as if he were sampling a fine wine. “Gourmet, grade A, pussy. I wonder if we can make that sweet cunt cum just from spanking this luscious ass.”

Genesis’s pussy clenched hard. There was a warm buzz in her stomach that she’d never felt without actually touching her clit. Was she actually going to cum from this? No one had ever talked to her like this before—there was something both degrading and edifying about the objectification. She felt sexy and safe and incredibly fucking turned on.

“Please, Daddy,” Genesis whimpered. “Please make me cum.”

Smack. Luke immediately delivered another series of sharp slaps. Genesis moaned wantonly, trembling and panting for breath. Orlando and Gabriel stood in front of her, watching her raptly, erections straining against their pants. Genesis wanted to reach out and touch them, to free their cocks and stroke their velvet hardness.

She resisted, knowing that Orlando was getting off on directing this little show. She licked her lips and gave him a beseeching look. “May I touch myself, Sir?”

Luke rubbed another slow circle, cupping her ass low enough to graze her pussy. Genesis’s hips bucked and she moaned, her pussy clenching almost painfully hard. Orlando smiled a lazy smile, stepping closer.

“You may not,” he told her, his voice a low caress. “You are learning a lesson about how seasoned gentlemen please a woman. Put your hands on the back of the couch and don’t let go until you’re told to.”

Genesis cried out as Luke punctuated the order with another flurry of smacks. She braced her hands against the back of the couch, pressing her ass back into Luke’s palm. She was desperate for some friction against her clit, for something inside her pussy to clench around.

Orlando leaned toward her, and Genesis parted her lips for another kiss. But he only grazed her mouth with his before lowering his head to her breast and sucking her nipple into his mouth. Genesis’s body bucked, the buzzing in her core intensifying.

How many licks did she have left? She hadn’t been keeping count. She was so close to her orgasm. The ache in her center was becoming unbearable. It grew as Luke spanked and rubbed, and Orlando licked and sucked. When Gabriel claimed her mouth, kissing her deep and slow, she erupted, coming in a rush of slick and guttural moans that he swallowed with kisses.

Finally, her orgasm ebbed, and Gabriel and Orlando pulled away. Genesis gasped for breath. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. They hadn’t touched her pussy at all and she’d just cum all over their gorgeous couch.

Oh, god. She’d probably just ruined their couch. She felt heat flooding her cheeks.

“Such a good, dirty girl for us,” Luke purred, before Genesis could start overthinking. The praise from the gruff alpha was unexpected, like the kiss of cool rain on a summer day. He leaned down, rubbing her back and kissing her temple. “You are so beautiful when you cum, Genesis. I think I need to see it again.”

Genesis’s core tightened, her arousal ratcheting back up with surprising speed. She had never had a sexual experience this intense, had never been this turned on. Every word that came out of these alphas’ mouths and their every touch seemed uniquely designed to melt or electrify her. It was as though her body broadcasted on a frequency to which they were uniquely attuned.

As she processed Luke’s words, Gabriel moved around to the front of the couch to sit on the floor once more. This time, however, he leaned his head back against the cushion, grabbed her hips, pushed her panties to the side, and pulled Genesis down onto his face.

Lightning jolted through her body as his tongue found her clit and began to knead it with expert care. She cried out, hips bucking, and slick gushing. Some part of her worried for moment—she was not a small woman, especially in the hips, thighs, and ass—and with the way he was making her tremble and quake, Genesis couldn’t be responsible for not smothering him.

As if hearing her thoughts, Luke smacked her ass quick and hard, making her cry out again. “Don’t hold back, Buttercup. Gabe can take it. There are worse ways to die than drowning in your sweet cunt.”

In confirmation, Gabriel’s grip on her hips tightened and he pulled her down more firmly, increasing the speed and pressure on her clit. Genesis moaned, rocking her hips in time with the movements of his tongue. She knew she would cum again, and soon, given the way the pressure was building beneath her skin, and how her legs had begun to shake.

“That’s it. Take exactly what you want, baby girl,” Luke purred. “Ride his fucking face just like that.”

Genesis gripped the back of the couch, arms trembling. Her eyes locked with Orlando’s as he leaned down and gently took her bottom lip between his teeth. She gasped against his lips as he cupped her breasts, running his thumbs lightly over her stiff nipples.

It was too much. Genesis came again, moaning and grinding against Gabriel’s face with reckless abandon. He didn’t falter for a moment, licking and sucking her clit with such relentless dedication that she felt herself cresting from one orgasm right into another.

Just when she thought she couldn’t climb any higher, Luke ran his hand down her ass, and slipped two fingers into her pussy. Genesis screamed, coming apart completely as he thrust his fingers into her again and again while Gabriel’s mouth worked her clit and Orlando’s fingers teased her nipples. Tears streamed down her cheeks, the overwhelming sensations finding whatever outlet they could as Pack Rossi dragged out her orgasm for an impossibly long time.

Finally, she couldn’t take any more. “P-Pulitzer,” she choked out on a ragged sob.

Before she knew it, she was somehow cradled in Luke’s lap, head against his chest as he purred and stroked her hair. A moment later, Orlando and Gabriel were on either side of her, purring and murmuring words of comfort. Genesis struggled to catch her breath as the world slowly came back into focus.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Orlando asked, gently stroking her cheek.

Genesis sniffed, feeling a bit ridiculous about safe wording during their very first sexual interaction. “This is perfect. I think I just got overwhelmed. I’ve never…felt anything like that before.”

“That’s perfectly normal,” Gabriel reassured her, pulling her feet into his lap and rubbing them soothingly. “Do you usually orgasm during sex or masturbation?”

Genesis nodded. “I always cum by myself and I’ve had partners bring me to orgasm before, but this was different. It was…intense. Amazing, but intense, if that makes any sense. I guess I just need to pace myself, maybe?”

“We can do that,” Orlando assured her. “We’ll check in more next time, take it a bit slower, whatever you need. Thank you for telling us what you need and trusting us to take care of you.”

Genesis inexplicably felt like crying again, but not in a sad way. She suddenly felt exhausted. The evening had been a wonderful rollercoaster of sensation and emotions. She couldn’t even describe everything she was feeling.

What she knew for certain was that she felt cherished and safe.

And that was absolutely terrifying.

“You need to rest,” Orlando said authoritatively. “You’re more than welcome to stay here tonight, or I’d be happy to see you back to the cottage. I provide excellent turn down service.”

Genesis smiled, feeling calmer despite herself. She gave Luke a sly look. “I stand corrected about my ageist comments. It looks like I’m the one all tuckered out.”

All three men laughed, and Genesis felt Luke’s low chuckle rumbling in his chest. It was a nice sound, almost as nice as his purr. And his lap was far too comfortable.

“You’re welcome to any of the guest rooms, of course, but I’d also like to offer my room,” Gabe said, flashing his infectious smile. “Just for sleeping, I promise. I’m an excellent cuddler.”

Genesis felt Luke tense. She wasn’t sure how to interpret his reaction, so she focused on Gabe’s earnest expression. It was incredibly tempting to take him up on his offer. Sleeping in his arms, surrounded by his scent, would probably be heaven.

But it would also be too much, too soon. Genesis was already losing her cool over these guys. She needed to maintain some boundaries to protect herself and keep clearheaded. Plus, she’d be ashamed of herself if she spent her very first night in her new cottage in Gabriel’s bed instead.

“That’s very kind of you, but I think I’d like to get comfortable in my new place tonight,” Genesis said. “Raincheck?”

“Of course. We’ve got plenty of time.” Gabriel winked, and Genesis’s stomach fluttered wildly.

Yes. Boundaries. They definitely needed boundaries.

Despite all the evening had given her to think about, Genesis slept like a rock that night. She supposed that was the effect of multiple mind-blowing orgasms. When she woke late the next morning, she still felt pleasantly loose and relaxed. She was surprised when she looked at her cell and saw that it was after eight. Genesis was usually awake by six, no alarm needed.

Luke had certainly taught his lesson well. She wouldn’t make any more jokes about Pack Rossi not being able to keep up with her physically. Genesis flushed at the memory of coming apart beneath their hands and mouths. She hadn’t even seen their cocks. Jesus. When they rutted her, she’d probably sleep for a week.

Genesis squirmed, pussy clenching at the thought. If they kept her this aroused now, she was going to be insatiable during her heat. They’d have to force her to sleep, because all she’d want was their cocks and their knots and their mouths and their hands. She was having trouble thinking of much else already.

Genesis forced herself from her very comfortable new bed and padded down the spiral stairs from the loft bedroom. She had to clear her head and start her day. It was far too early for her brain to be all sex addled.

Coffee and email. Her normal morning routine would make her feel more at home and help her focus. Right? Right.

When Genesis reached the kitchenette, she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. Orlando had explained that Andrea the house manager would keep the cottage well-stocked, and that staff would be in to clean twice a week, unless she requested more frequent attention. Apparently, someone had been in that morning, bringing breakfast and a gift from the pack.

A basket adorned with a huge red bow sat on her table beside yesterday’s beautiful roses. It was filled with freshly baked muffins, scones, and pastries, as well as fruit. But the real surprise was what sat beside the basket.

A cowboy hat.

Genesis read the card as she made coffee and munched on a blueberry muffin that practically melted in her mouth.

Dear Genesis,

I hope you slept well and woke feeling rested. If you’re up to it, I’d love to give you a tour of the farm and share a picnic lunch. Text me if that sounds amenable.

Yours,

Orlando

P.S. The hat is from Luke Wyatt. If you wear it, he will be insufferable.

P.P.S. The first thought I had this morning was of you.

Genesis may have actually squealed, but she refused to acknowledge it. She couldn’t deny the giddy grin on her face or the butterflies dancing in her belly. These men were unbearably romantic.

She forced herself to wait until after she’d settled at the table with her laptop, coffee, and a flaky strawberry pastry before texting Orlando to say yes to his lunch invitation. He responded immediately that he’d pick her up at eleven. Genesis resisted the urge to kick her feet. She had some dignity left.

Temporary fun. Temporary fun. Temporary fun .

She caught herself muttering the words like a mantra whenever her brain started to wander from her inbox to the farmhouse, which was far too often for someone who was not interested in a lasting attachment. Somehow, she managed to get some work done, and even spend an hour or so brainstorming the big piece—the story she’d write to start her transition to investigative journalist. She was sure that the Serenity Rose piece was her starting point, but she had to figure out her angle. What did she have to say that no one else had or could?

The answer was still a nebulous blob of half-formed thoughts when the clock reminded Genesis that she needed to prepare for her lunch date. She ignored a call from Avery while she got dressed; she needed more time to process last night before she could recount it to her friend. She’d texted both Avery and Greyson before bed to let them know she’d had a great day, promising to fill them in soon. Avery had never been good at waiting for gossip.

Genesis dressed in jeans and a light, fitted sweater. She didn’t own cowboy boots, so she settled for a pair of high-tops, since they’d be walking around the farm. She hoped she didn’t get them too dirty. She kept her sneaker collection pristine. But given the money she’d be saving by living here, she could replace them if it came to that.

She checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. She looked like a city girl through and through. Grinning, she added the Stetson. That was better. She wasn’t entirely sure Luke wanted her around, but she liked to think the hat was a kind of peace offering.

A brisk knock on the cottage door announced Orlando’s arrival. Genesis tamped down a surge of giddy excitement. Temporary fun. Temporary fun. Temporary fun .

It sounded less and less convincing.

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