Chapter 7
Charity
It was the day after I'd had my episode of cramps and whining, and I was feeling a little bit better.
If I was too close to one of the guys, then that aching sensation would pull at my core again, and I was positive that my underwear would just remain in a constant state of damp if the amount of slick I was producing would keep up.
Atticus and Matthias had a lot of work they'd needed to get done today, so I was left with Xander, Zade, and Marcel to entertain me, which had been working out quite nicely. On the bottom floor of the house, they had a gym, with several sparring mats and rings.
When Zade told me we were going to the gym, I had been nervous, since I was already weak enough, and I didn't particularly feel like trying to use my nonexistent muscles and feel sore tomorrow.
But once we had walked over to the sparring rings, I realized that maybe we weren't here for reasons I originally thought.
Zade pulled me to stand directly in front of him, his hands placed firmly on my hips.
He dipped his head, his breath curling around my ear.
"I thought you might like to watch your alphas spar," he whispered, his petrichor scent swirling around me.
His chest vibrated with his purr, and I bit my lip softly, nodding as I looked up to where Xander and Marcel were sparring, shirtless with only basketball shorts on.
"W-why aren't they wearing gloves? Isn't that d-dangerous?" I asked, flustered but still concerned that they would injure their hands without boxing gloves or tape on.
Zade chuckled, the sound shooting straight to my core.
I stifled a whine and swallowed roughly.
"They don't need to wear any kind of hand protection.
They're skilled enough that they likely won't break skin, and even if they do, they'll heal pretty quickly.
" He ran his hands up and down along my waist and hips.
"But it's very sweet that you're worried about them getting injured," he said, placing a kiss on my temple.
Xander's leg flew out but Marcel caught it with his hand, pressing underneath Xander's knee and pulling his leg up.
Xander yanked out of his grip and kicked Marcel in the neck.
Part of me was shocked that Xander had that kind of flexibility, but part of me figured that his flexibility was just another item on the list of things he could do.
Marcel ducked and used a hand to push Xander's leg to the other side of his body. Xander used the momentum to spin around and shoot a hand towards Marcel's neck. Marcel smiled and stepped to the side, grabbing Xander's arm and judo-flipping him onto his back.
Xander groaned softly and cursed under his breath, grumbling to himself about losing.
Marcel chuckled, helping him up before turning to face me and Zade.
He walked over to us, and I noticed again the veins of his under eyes had turned a dark purple color.
So had the main arteries of his neck and arms, and in the backs of his hands.
I skimmed my eyes down his torso, wanting to see where else it was present, and I saw that the same dark purple was peeking above the waistband of his shorts.
My omega perked up at the sight, and I wantednothing more than to know if those dark purple veins continued...somewhere else. At the thought, I whined softly, my cheeks flaming, and I couldn't tear my eyes from his waistband.
I didn't notice that he had gotten closer to me until his hand was firmly placed on my neck and pushing my jaw up so that my eyes met his.
His tropical scent filled my senses as he looked down at me, tsking disapprovingly.
"That's not where my eyes are, kitten." I panted softly, burning up and lost for breath as I looked up at him.
His under eye veins were still that dark purple color, and I whined quietly.
I opened my mouth wider to say something, but no words came out. I pressed my thighs together, that aching becoming painfully present, and I whimpered as a pool of slick dripped out of me.
He brought his other hand up and used it to cup my chin, pushing his thumb between my lips.
Hooking it behind my teeth, he pulled me closer to him.
"Suck," he rumbled, and I did so, closing my lips around his thumb and sucking on it gently.
I swirled my tongue around it and he groaned softly, his other hand gripping my neck even tighter, but not enough to cut off any of my air.
"Such a good girl for your alpha," he praised, and I whined again, the sound stretching out longer than it ever had.
Zade chuckled from behind me, his hands sliding up to rest just below my breasts, and he pressed his body against mine. "Aww, such a needy little omega we have," he crooned. Marcel pulled his thumb out from between my lips and swiped it across the perimeter of them.
Xander, who I'd almost forgotten was even in the room, stood to my side and smoothed a hand across the lowest part of my abdomen, and I could feel the heat from it through the large shirt I was wearing —whose owner I couldn't remember.
"Is that pretty little pussy wet for us, princess?
" he said, his voice low and velvety. I nodded eagerly, whining softly.
The aching was almost becoming painfully unbearable. I knew I needed something, but in the haze of my alphas, I couldn't quite figure out what that something was.
"Aww, kitten, do you need some help? You need your alphas to make that aching go away?" said Marcel. I nodded again, just as eagerly, biting my lip softly.
"What the hell do you think you're doing with our omega?!" Atticus yelled, storming over to us with Matthias in step with him. "Get your filthy hands off of her!" he demanded, putting a strong bark in his voice, one that hurt my ears.
Zade, Xander, and Marcel all took five steps away from me, each of them holding their hands up in surrender. The neediness in my core overtook me, Atticus's bark ringing painfully in my head. I pressed my hands against my ears and collapsed to the floor, a sob escaping me.
I was hot, and I was aching, and my head hurt, and my pussy was so sensitive it felt like it was throbbing, and all of the sensations going on in my body just became too much for me.
My skin felt like it was on fire, and tears flew down my cheeks. I struggled to breathe through my sobs, even as Matthias sat down next me, scooping me up and placing me in his lap.
"Shh, shh," he whispered. "Daddy's got you." I cried into his chest, gripping his probably very expensive dress shirt in my hands. He brought a hand onto my back, underneath my shirt, and rubbed up and down my spine soothingly, his other hand keeping me cradled in his lap.
Once I had calmed down a bit, I noticed that over my cries, I could faintly hear Atticus scolding my other alphas, and I pulled my head out of Matthias's chest, looking over at them. "Daddy," I whined, pointing at where the four of them were standing.
"What is it, baby?" he asked, following my finger with his eyes. "You don't want Atticus to be mad at them?" I nodded, bringing my hand back and tucking myself into his chest again, but this time in a way that allowed me to see all of them.
Matthias growled loudly, but somehow the sound didn't bother me. The four of them turned to look at him, and something in his eyes must have told Atticus to stop. Atticus ground his teeth together, the muscles in his jaw flexing so hard I was worried he was going to break a tooth.
I sniffled softly, whining again as I reached out towards Atticus, wanting him over here with me. He tilted his head and walked over to me, stopping a few feet before me. He beckoned me with two fingers, his tall form imposing.
I pulled myself out of Matthias's chest, looking up at him for approval.
"Go ahead, baby," he said, nodding. "Daddy's right here if you need him.
" I looked towards Atticus again, and, without thinking or looking away from him, went onto my hands and knees and crawled over to him, kneeling and sitting back on my haunches once I reached his feet.
He bent over slightly, reaching a hand out and placing it on my cheek. I pressed my face into his hand, closing my eyes for a moment until he pulled it away. As I gazed up at him, I couldn't quite tell what was going on in his head.
He turned away from me and started walking through the gym, stopping after about twenty feet when he realized I hadn't moved from my spot.
He looked back at me, and I tilted my head at him curiously.
He snapped once before pointing at the floor beneath him.
"Come," he said, a bark in his voice, but not one that hurt my ears.
I crawled over to him, keeping my eyes locked on his. I didn't dare to look at any of my other alphas, wholly focused on obeying Atticus. When I reached him, he said, "follow," that same bark behind the word. I noticed how much my omega relished in his simple, one-word commands.
He turned around and started walking, while I crawled beside him.
We went back up the stairs and through a few hallways until we reached what seemed like an office.
He closed the door behind us and led me over to a large, wooden desk.
Sitting down in his chair, he wheeled it out a few feet and tapped the cube of space underneath the desk with his foot.
I moved to kneel where he had tapped, sitting back on my haunches once again and looking up at him.
He placed his feet on either side of me, closing me into the space underneath the desk.
Even though I was only halfway under it, I didn't feel any sense of panic at being trapped here. In fact, I almost craved it.
He reached down and cupped my face with his hands, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs. I brought my hands up to hold onto the edge of his seat.
"Charity, my darling little omega," he began, speaking softly so as not to hurt my ears, but I could tell there was a hard edge in his words. "I saw you crying just a few minutes ago. I need to know if you're okay."
I nodded gently a few times. "I'm okay, Sir. I think I was just overwhelmed," I admitted. He smiled softly, and the approval in his eyes washed over me. I let out a big breath, my fears of him being mad at me having been greatly reduced.
His brows furrowed, and he narrowed his eyes at me. "You just let out what sounded almost like a sigh of relief," he said. "Tell me why." Not a single ounce of me even thought about lying to him or telling him anything but the truth. It was like I was wholly compelled to obey him completely.
"I was scared that you might be mad at me," I told him. His face relaxed and he peppered kisses across my forehead and cheeks.
"I could never be mad at you, darling. I was only concerned, that's all.
" He pulled away, smiling softly, but the smile left his features when he saw that I was still a little tense and frozen in place.
I yelped when he scooped me up onto his lap and kissed ruthlessly up and down my arms, on my chest, on my neck.
Something in me snapped, and I started giggling helplessly.
My previous tension was gone and had been replaced with joy and relaxation.
"I could neverbe mad at you," he exclaimed between kisses.
He placed me back down onto the floor between his knees and smiled down at me. "Do you feel better?" he asked.
I nodded with confidence. "Definitely."
A few moments of peaceful silence passed between us before he spoke again.
"I will talk to Zade, Xander, and Marcel about what happened in the gym. That was unacceptable, and hardly ever do they act so childishly." I frowned up at him, drooping the corners of my mouth.
"Please don't do that," I said. "They're new to having an omega, just like you. They're allowed to have fun, and I promise I enjoyed every second of it." I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes, and he sighed begrudgingly.
"Fine," he said. "I won't talk to them. You are right, after all." I nodded and smiled widely up at him.
"Thank you," I said cheerily, taking one of his hands and holding it in both of mine. His hands were so big in comparison to mine that with my left hand, I held onto his pinky, and with my right hand, I held onto his index finger.
He smiled down at me before sitting up fully in his chair. "Because I don't want you getting into any more trouble, you are going to stay under my desk until I'm finished working. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," I said. I looked around the space I was in. On the roof of my new home was what looked to be a touch-activated light, and I noticed a familiar silver button in the corner.
Atticus followed my eyes to the same silver button. "As you know, if you need something, you can press that button and one of your alpha's voices will come through the speaker. You can use it if you get hungry or need some kind of entertainment." I nodded in understanding.
"Some of your alphas may come in here. You are not allowed to leave, nor are you allowed to ask to leave.
You may only do so if I give you explicit permission.
If you need to relieve yourself, let me know, and I will let you do so," he explained.
"For the rest of the day, you are under my control and my control only. "
I nodded again, completely okay with everything he was telling me.
"Now," he began, "I heard that you were feeling needy earlier, is that right?"
"Yes, sir," I said.
He moved his foot directly in front of me. He had a polished black dress shoe on, no scuffs or marks present. "Then you're going to sit with that needy little pussy on the laces of my shoe until I say you can move."
I looked back and forth between him and his shoe, speechless.
"Sit," he said, a slight bark present in his tone.
I immediately moved to sit on his shoe, his ankle between my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his calf and pressed the front of my body along his shin, resting my chin on his knee as I looked up at him.
"Such a good omega," he praised, reaching a hand out to scratch lightly behind my ear, before pulling away and sorting through the papers on his desk.
a/n: chapter seven ????
I have to admit that I really like this one ??
please let me know if you have any suggestions or ides for anything at all! comments and fun chapter ideas are my greatest motivators to write!!