Chapter 9
Charity
Today marked the third wakeup in my new home.
Through the time I had spent with them the last two days, I really felt like I was getting more comfortable with them.
I was nervous with how much time they'd been spending with me rather than at the office, but I chose not to worry about it too much if it meant I got to be with them all day.
I had to admit, when I wasn't overtaken by my omega instincts or just caught up in the heat of the moment, part of me was scared to be intimate with them.
I'd never done that before or showed anyone my body, and even though I know that when I'm in my heat, I'll be acting on my instincts only, it was still nerve-racking to me that they'd eventually see my entire body.
I've never had problems with the way I looked, and mirrors have never scared me or shown me an untrue version of myself, but it was still daunting to me that I'd have my whole body on display for them.
Because I didn't want to keep letting this fear eat at me, I decided to find Matthias, who I thought would be the most patient and comforting of all of them, and ask if there was a way to help curb my fears.
I stepped into his office, where he stared intently into the screen of his computer, his fingers skillfully skating over the keys as he typed. When he realized it was me —likely from my scent —he looked up and smiled, taking off the glasses that made him look criminally good.
"Hi, sweet girl," he said, pushing his chair back from his desk as he beckoned me over with two fingers. "What can I help you with?"
I scampered over to him and curled up in his lap, fidgeting with my hands. "I was thinking about my heat and how it's supposed to be really intense..." I spoke quietly and slowly, trying to form the rest of my thoughts along the way.
"That's correct," he said, smoothing a hand over the back of my head and down my back as he lightly kissed the top of my head.
"I just..." I began. I bit my lip nervously. "Umm...I..."
"Tell me, baby." He placed his index finger under my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking at him.
"I've never...done itbefore," I admitted. "Like, I've never been with someone intimately, nor has anyone seen my body." My cheeks flamed, but I did my best to maintain eye contact with him.
He nodded a few times. "Are you afraid we won't like your body, or are you just nervous about it being your first time? Because both are completely understandable."
"Just nervous about it being my first time," I told him. "I haven't known you guys for that long, and the concept of me having my first heat soon, and in an indeterminate amount of time, scares me a little. I want to be able to relax during my heat, but I don't know how to break that barrier."
He pressed a kiss to my forehead before leaning back in his chair, his eyes lost in thought.
After a moment, he responded. "Do you want to try some things that might break down that fear a little bit?" he asked. "I can make suggestions for ways to get you more comfortable with us intimately. Would you like that?"
I nodded enthusiastically, loving the idea. "Yes, please."
He chuckled at my eagerness. "How about we go up to my bedroom, and you undress however much you're comfortable with while I watch you. You don't have to get fully naked, and you can choose who you want to be there. How does that sound?"
I pictured in my head what that might be like. I had on a bra, panties, a t-shirt, which, by its smoky scent, I assumed belong to Xander, and a pair of loose boxers that I believed also belonged to Xander.
His idea was a little bit scary, but I knew it had to be. It brought me out of my comfort zone just enough, but not too much that I would chicken out.
"I think that sounds good," I said, nodding softly.
"Wonderful." He pecked my cheek. "Do you want it to just be the two of us, or do you want all of your alphas in there with you?" Him calling them myalphas sent warmth through my veins, and I blushed even harder.
I bit my lip again. "I think I want all of you in there."
His smile sparkled at me, and he bent down, pressing a kiss to my lips. He pulled away quickly, and I stifled a whine, missing the contact.
"Perfect," he said. "You can head up to my room, and I'll gather the other guys. We'll be up there shortly."
I nodded and hopped out of his lap, quickly walking out of his office and up to his room before stepping inside and sitting on the edge of his bed.
I wrung my hands together nervously as I waited for them to join me. I knew I shouldn't be scared, but showing five people I'd met three days ago my entire body made me a bit on edge.
I stood up quickly when all five of them entered the room.
They each made themselves comfortable on Matthias's sprawling bed, and I turned to face them.
Atticus and Matthias were in full suits, while Xander, Zade, and Marcel were in more casual wear, each of them wearing some assortment of a tank top and sweatpants.
Matthias sat up against his headrest, looking tenderly at me. "Charity," he said, "behind you is a mirror."
I turned around to face the reflective surface, looking over myself in it before meeting Matthias's eyes.
"So you have a choice. You can face the mirror while you undress, or you can face us while you undress. We also want to make something clear with you before you start." I furrowed my brows, turning around again to face them.
Atticus cleared his throat as he looked at me.
"We understand that this is a very vulnerable position for you to be in, and at no point do we want you to be too uncomfortable or feel pressured by us to do something.
If at any time, you want to stop or need a break, you can let us know by saying 'red.
' That's your safe word. Please don't be afraid to use it. "
"Okay," I said shakily, the circumstances of my situation dawning on me.
"Can you remember that for me?" Atticus asked, pure dominance exuding from him.
"Yes, sir," I responded, nodding.
"Good girl," he praised. "You may begin."
I swallowed roughly before turning back around and looking into the mirror. Hooking my thumbs into the boxers I was wearing, I carefully slid them down my legs, kicking them off a few feet to the side when they pooled at the floor.
Slowly, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it on top of the boxers. A shiver ran down my spine, my bare skin exposed to the cool air of the house.
Now in just a bra and a pair of panties, I reached up to twirl my hair in my hands, looking at Matthias through the mirror nervously.
"You can do it, baby," he assured me. "Be brave."
I released my hair and brought my hands behind me, finding the hooks of my bra and unclasping it, letting it fall down my arms before I tossed it in the pile of clothes.
My nipples pebbled in the chill of the room, and I suddenly found myself insecure about the size of the pink skin surrounding them. They seemed too big in comparison to the size of my breasts. I guessed they could see that I was lost in my head, because Matthias's voice broke me out of my thoughts.
"Is something wrong, sweetheart? You've been standing there for a while." I turned to face them, wrapping my arms around my waist to keep them from covering myself up.
"Are my nipples too big?" I asked sincerely, looking down at them for a moment before bringing my gaze back up to meet Matthias's.
"You mean your areolas? His brows were furrowed, and I nodded, answering his question.
"They're not too big. You are perfect just the way you are, and bodies come in all different shapes, sizes, colors, and orientations.
Some women have larger areolas due to genetics, pregnancy, or other factors. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
He smiled encouragingly at me, and I blushed. Turning around to face the mirror again, I looked down at my panties. I tried to find the will in me but couldn't. There was a mental block I couldn't seem to break.
I pivoted on my feet and walked over to Marcel, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and who was closest to me. Xander was lying on his side in the middle of the bed, while Matthias, Atticus, and Zade were all sitting against the headboard.
Stopping before Marcel, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, burrowing my face into his chest. He brought his hands around me, holding me tight against him. "Do you want to stop for today?" he asked gently.
I shook my head softly against his chest. "No, I just wanted a hug," I said.
I could feel the vibration in my cheek as he chuckled. "Oh, you're such a sweet little kitten." He peppered kisses across my shoulders, and we stayed in our position for a moment before I pulled away reluctantly.
"You don't have to fully undress if you don't want to, baby girl," Matthias said. I shook my head firmly, determined to finish what I started.
"No, I want to. I promise," I told him. I walked back over to the mirror and faced it, taking a deep breath in before sliding my panties down my legs and kicking them off to the side.
I clasped my hands behind my back in an attempt to keep myself from using them to cover me up. My eyes ran up and down the surface of my body, stopping at my most intimate area. I stared at it, not very familiar with how it looked.
I vaguely heard whispering from behind me, but I didn't react to it since I was too focused on my body to care about what they were saying. The whispers ceased, and I watched as Xander stood up from the bed, walking over to tower over me from behind.
"You're a very brave girl for us, Charity," he said. "Thank you for sharing yourself with us." I nodded softly as I blushed, smiling as I met his eyes through the mirror. "Do you want to stop here, or do you want to try some other things?"
I took a few breaths before responding. "I think I want to try some other things." No part of me felt too overwhelmed by what was happening, so I took that as my sign that I could handle some more.
"As a reminder, you can say 'red' if you want us to stop.
Listen to what your body is telling you.
If it's too much, let us know." I'd never heard him speak so sweetly.
The tone in his voice was one of genuine care and affection.
Not that he wasn't capable of that, I was just so used to his more playful personality.
I guessed Atticus did have a pretty serious talk with them then.
"I know," I said. "Thank you." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
"You never have to thank us, princess." He smiled at me before continuing. "Now, this is important. Do you want to explore your body on your own while we watch, or do you want someone to talk you through what to do?"
I responded without a moment of hesitation. "I want someone to talk me through it, please." He chuckled at my quick response.
"We can certainly do that. Do you want someone in particular to do the talking, or do you want us to pick? 'Cause Atticus would typically take the reins here." I met Atticus's gaze through the mirror, his stormy gray eyes piercing mine.
"Atticus can do it," I said, knowing that he would do exactly what was needed, even if he wasn't as sugary as my other alphas.
"Perfect," Xander said. "I know you know this, but he's pretty firm. He's not gonna butter you up or tell you sweet nothings unless he thinks that's what you need."
"I'm aware. I trust him," I answered, keeping my eyes on Atticus's.
Xander pressed another kiss to the top of my head before lying back down on the bed.
"Rub your hands over your neck and shoulders," Atticus said, his authoritative tone washing over me. I did as he said, bringing my hands up to smooth back and forth along where he said. "Now bring them down to your chest.
I obeyed, shivering as my hands passed over my nipples. Every inch of my skin felt sensitive, like one touch was enough to send me spiraling.
"Roll your nipples between your thumbs and index fingers.
" I did so, unsure how much pressure to put, and wincing softly.
Atticus tsked. "Gently, Charity." I loosened my grip, and pleasure radiated through me.
Not enough to overwhelm me, but enough to make me squeeze my legs together as slick began dripping onto my thighs.
He stayed quiet for a moment, letting me enjoy the sensation, before continuing. "Now spread your legs, but keep your hands where they are." I spread them, watching as a bead of slick dripped onto the floor of Matthias's room. "Do you want my help, or do you want to try it yourself first?"
I swallowed. "I want your help, please, sir."
He climbed off of the bed and stepped over to stand right behind me.
"Sit." I followed his orders and kneeled down, folding my legs beneath me as I sat on them.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking it down so my head craned back, and I looked up at him.
His powerful gray eyes bled into mine, authority pouring out of them.
"I did not tell you to kneel. I told you to sit. "
He released my hair and I quickly scrambled to correct myself, bringing my feet out from under me and pulling my knees close to my chest, my bare skin sitting on Matthias's flooring.
"Good girl," he said. "That's better." He copied my position, leaning against the edge of the bed as he sat behind me, his knees bent as brought his legs to either side of me.
He reached around me with both hands and grabbed my calves, bringing them up and over his knees so that I was completely exposed to him.
I leaned back against his chest, feeling small against him, especially since my head landed at the middle of his chest. My pale skin contrasted against his dark suit. Originally, I thought I might not like being naked while they were all clothed, but in the moment, I found myself enjoying it.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed my glistening pussy. I wondered if my body would ever run out of slick, but at this rate, it seemed like it had an endless supply.
"Such a pretty pussy," he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. "So wet for us, and we've barely even touched you."
I focused on keeping my hands on my breasts, even as he used two fingers to spread my lips apart, the entirety of my most intimate part on display.
He circled a finger around my clit slowly, the pleasure torturous. I moaned softly, my breaths turning into pants.
Denying me my pleasure, he brought that same finger down my slit, before circling it around my opening enticingly. The emptiness inside of me ached, which he was only amplifying tenfold. I whined a few times, needing something to take that aching away.
He chuckled condescendingly. "So needy."
I squirmed against him, the sensation becoming too much to bear. He pulled his hand away and swatted at the inside of my thigh. "Behave." I pouted momentarily before composing myself, keeping my squirming under control as he brought his hand back to where I wanted it most.
He ran a few fingers up and down my slit, stopping at my entrance and pressing gently. "Has anything ever been in here?"
I shook my head. "No, sir."
"Do you want to start small today, and we can keep working our way up so that you're ready for your heat?" I nodded.
"Yes, please." I palmed my breasts in my hands, already much more comfortable with them now than I ever had been.
"Just breathe and relax for me." He pressed his index finger to my opening, and I sucked in a deep breath as he slipped it in.
The pain wasn't overwhelming, but it also wasn't unnoticeable.
I tensed my body, the pain searing through me as I sucked air in through my teeth.
"Relax, relax, relax," he said, smoothing his other hand up and down my waist.
I did my best to obey him, letting my muscles come out of their contracted state as I rolled my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers to distract myself from the pain.
"Such a good girl," he praised, pushing his finger the rest of the way in.
He stayed there for a while before slowly pulling it back out.
He waited for a quick moment, and then pushed it back in again halfway, a bit quicker this time.
I winced at the pain, whimpering softly. "Come on, you can take it."
I relaxed again as much as I could and he brought his finger the rest of the way in, before pulling it out. He repeated the movement a few times, and I moaned loudly as the pain began dissipating and as he began circling his thumb around my clit.
He pumped his finger in and out of me a few more times as he brought me closer and closer to my climax. Bringing his finger out, he swapped his thumb for two of his other fingers and kept rubbing me there, more vigorously this time, and the pleasure overtook me.
I moaned profusely, my eyes rolling back in my head as I arched my back. "Please, sir," I begged.
"What a needy little girl," he said, feigning sympathy in his tone. "Keep begging for it."
I sobbed, though no tears came out. My body was unraveling before his very eyes, and I trembled with pleasure. "Please, sir, I need to come. Please let me come, please."
"Very good," he rumbled, and stars dotted my vision. "You may come."
As if he was releasing a dam, a wave of pleasure greater than I'd ever experienced rocked through me, and my body shook with it. For a moment, I thought I was going to black out, and after some time, the pleasure began dissipating. He slowed his movements down before pulling his hand away.
Sweat beaded across my forehead, and I noticed a puddle of my slick on the floor beneath me, more still slowly leaking out.
Atticus brought his hand up to my lips, and without him needing to ask, I parted them. He pushed two of his fingers into my mouth, keeping eye contact with me through the mirror.
"Clean up your mess." I kept my eyes on his and sucked and licked his fingers until they no longer had any of my juices on them.
I watched as Matthias squatted down in front of us. He reached his arms out to me, and I looked up at Atticus for approval, his fingers still in my mouth as I sucked on them mindlessly.
"Go ahead," he said. "We're gonna take care of you." He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and gently pushed me off of him. Matthias wrapped an arm around my shoulders and the other around the backs of my thighs.
"You did so good, baby," he cooed. "Your alphas are so proud of you." He carried me to his en-suite bathroom and set me gently down onto the floor, where a bath mat was. I stretched out on my back against the fluffy fabric, liking how it felt on my tender skin.
I didn't pay attention to what he was doing until he squatted back down and spread my knees, a damp washcloth in his hand.
He ran the warm towel up and down my slit a few times. The sensation too much, I brought my knees together, using my shins to try and push his hand away.
He shook his head and pulled my knees apart with ease, my strength no match for his. "You have to let Daddy clean you up, sweet girl," he said. "And then I promise not to touch that sensitive little pussy of yours." I whined softly and let him finish wiping me clean.
He stood back up and rinsed the washcloth before letting it rest on the edge of the sink. Bending down, he scooped me up again and carried me back out into his bedroom, where everyone else still was.
I stretched out squirmed back and forth against his silk comforter when he set me down, loving how the smooth fabric felt on my skin.
Burrowing underneath the bedding, I curled up against Atticus, who had changed into just a pair of gray sweatpants and was now sitting up on Matthias's bed, leaning back against the headboard.
I army crawled over one of his legs so that I was lying between both of them, my face just inches away from the strings of his pants as I looked up at him.
He took my chin between his thumb and index finger. "You were a very good girl for me, Charity. Tomorrow, if you're feeling up to it, we can try two fingers. For now, just get some rest."
"Yes, sir," I whispered. He pulled his hand away and I let my head rest on his thigh, wrapping my arms around it as the crown of my head rested against the front of his hip.
It didn't take long for me to doze off, and I fell asleep peacefully as Atticus's purr filled my ears, his minty scent surrounding me.