Chapter Four
Charlotte
When she exits the room, she finds them lounging on the bed.
Their previously pristine slacks and button-down shirts have been loosened while she's been gone, hanging open now and showing their sculpted bodies.
Their eyes immediately snap to her, three predators staring her down like they were going to eat her raw and pick their teeth with her bones.
It didn't seem fair for men their age to be so.
.. sculpted. Weren't older men supposed to get fat and saggy and ugly?
There wasn't anything fat, saggy, or ugly on any of them.
They looked like they could model for expensive perfume ads in Times Square or appear on the cover of GQ.
Their stomachs rippled with taut muscles, and their long, broad bodies seemed to take up the whole king bed, leaving no room for her but to be swallowed up between the three of them.
"Come here, Miss Hines," Silas tells her, his voice sounding uncharacteristically gruff as his eyes turn black with desire, his pupils eating up the chocolate brown of his irises.
Without her leave, she finds herself walking towards them, unable to resist the call of his order.
"Lay down with us," he says, his gaze roaming over her body without a lick of shame.
She had worn a threadbare oversized wool sweater with a pair of leggings she had thrifted years ago that had long since begun to pill between the thighs.
But the way he was looking at her made her feel as if she was wearing the most sexy, lacy lingerie in the world.
Everything else ceases to exist except them on this bed and the heat growing in the shrinking space separating them.
He pulls her down so she's laying between him and Alex, the two of them hovering on either side of her, their heads propped on their hands as they stare down at her.
"Are you nervous?" Silas' hoarse voice was soothing. She nods, her eyes trapped in his.
"Yes, sir," she corrects, answering him with her voice, just like Tomas had told her to do. He smiles at her warmly at that and she feels her chest fill with giddiness to have him happy with her. She never wanted to disappoint him, not in the office and not with... this. Whatever this was.
"Don't be." His chest begins to rumble with a soft purr, and she feels her whole body relax in response.
Never had an alpha purred for her before.
The sound was deep and soft like velvet.
It felt like it might turn her bones to liquid.
It felt like she was going to melt into the bed.
It felt like everything was going to be okay, because these alphas would take care of her.
"We won't do anything you don't want," Alex assures her, face free of any teasing grin or innuendo for once. "You say stop, we stop. No questions asked."
"Have you ever had sex with a pack before?" Tomas asks her. He is sitting up at the head of the bed, his legs stretched out casually in front of him as he watches his packmates press in closer against her.
She turns her head so she can look back at him to answer him. No, she had never had sex with a pack. She had never had sex with anyone.
But not wanting to ruin anything, she doesn't say that. Instead, she simply responds with a soft "No, sir."
He hums at that, tracking her movements between his pack brothers.
"We'll take it slow," Silas assures her, repeating again. "If you get tired or want to stop, we'll stop. Don't feel like you have to do anything you don't want to."
And then he is leaning down and kissing her.
She'd been kissed before a handful of times.
Most of them chaste, and they had been okay.
They had never been anything memorable. Except for that one time a boy on the football team at her high school had asked her on a date.
At the end of it, he had pressed her into the wall against the side of her building in a dark alley and stuck his tongue in her mouth, wiggling it around against hers.
She hadn't liked that one. They didn't go on another date.
But this kiss... she likes this kiss. Silas' lips are soft but demanding as they seek hers out, filling her mouth with the warm taste of him. She finds her own lips responding to him, her hands reaching up to touch his face hesitantly. His stubble is deliciously rough against her hands.
When the kiss breaks, she sighs, her eyes closed as she breathes in a deep lungful of his unique scent. It was warm but sharp, with notes of something more earthy in it. He smelled like the world's best scotch whiskey.
When she opens her eyes, he is smiling down at her softly.
This close, she can see little crinkles form at the corners of his eyes, just like Alex's. He has a chiseled jaw with a five o’clock shadow, as if he hadn't shaved that morning.
His brown hair is almost the same colour as hers, but rather than looking mousy on him, it looked classically handsome.
Alex leans in on her other side, but instead of kissing her lips, his mouth finds her neck, trailing down and lightly placing sucking kisses behind her ear that sends shivers down her spine.
That buzzing warmth begins building between her legs again, a totally foreign feeling that makes her clench her thighs together. Her whole body feels strangely flush, as if she were on the verge of a fever.
Silas begins shrugging out of his shirt, fully revealing his chiseled abs to her hungry gaze. There is a light dusting of hair over his hard pectoral muscles that is so undeniably masculine. And then his hands find the hem of her sweater.
"May I take off your shirt, Charlotte?"
She nods, tearing her eyes from his body. She knows he notices her appreciation, and his scent turns molten in her nose. Such an alpha response to an omega's desire. "Yes, sir."
He smiles at that. "So polite you are, Ms. Hines. Are you on any contraceptives?"
At his use of her formal name, she shivers, but she tells herself it's just from the chill in the room.
He is pushing her sweater up over her stomach, her breasts, and then over her head, cool air meeting every new inch of revealed skin.
She shivers again when the room disappears and reappears as he takes her sweater off her in one easy motion and discards it next to the bed.
And then she is bare to them, revealing her stomach that, despite her typically omega slim build, still always had an embarrassing softness to it that made her want to hide inside oversized sweaters. Her chest was nearly flat, her breasts barely even filling her own small palms.
She feels horribly, terribly awkward. They could see her threadbare white cotton bralette, her pink nipples visible through the fabric.
She could not afford pretty lingerie, and she feels horrid pinpricks behind her eyes at the shame of them seeing her like this.
They deserved better. What were they even paying her for?
Silas moans lightly at the sight, though, and she peeks up at him to see his eyes fixed on her. His gaze does not seem disgusted. It is heated and desiring, and then his eyes flick to her as if waiting for a response.
Right, she had forgotten about his question. He asked about contraceptives. She rallies to answer him.
"Yes, sir," she says hoarsely. "I had to get a five-year injection as part of my visa process."
"Good girl," he murmurs, and she feels as if something in her blooms under his praise, the prickly feeling of tears disappearing.
"Fuck," Alex curses. His voice is harder than Silas' but it doesn't scare her. "You're beautiful."
His blunt compliment makes her fight a smile, almost driving away her shame. She reaches up to cover her face, her knees coming up to her stomach as if she could shield it from their view.
"None of that," Silas growls. "There is no shame when you're here with us. We want to see every inch of your beautiful body."
She peeks at him through her fingers. His eyes are still fastened on her chest, watching the way her breasts press together and move under her arms.
"I'm going to take your leggings off, little omega," Silas breathes. "I need to taste you."
Her mind reels with those words. Taste her? She had thought this would be about them, about their pleasure, while she moaned in fake ecstasy as they used her body. She hadn't expected they would want to... she blushes, unable to even finish that thought.
She wasn't totally naive. She knew about oral sex. She had read lots of romance novels, after all. But she thought she'd be the one performing it, not them.
He's already rolling her leggings and plain cotton panties down her legs as her mind races to catch up.
When he sees her bare before him, his eyes look wild, fixated on the curling patch of hair between her legs.
Should she have shaved? Oh god, she should have shaved.
She feels like she is going to vomit again.
Her legs once more try to pull together, trying to hide herself from him, but he doesn't allow it.
"Perfect," he breathes, looking down at her with unadultered lust in his gaze. "You're perfect, Charlotte."
He pries her legs apart until he is staring directly at her most private part, open and exposed for him.
"You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen in my life," he groans.
"How does she taste, Si?" Alex looks at her with a filthy smirk, distracting her from her embarrassment.
Silas leans forward, licking her in one broad stroke from her bottom to her clit, making her gasp in surprise at the boldness of it. At the intimacy of the sensation.
"Like heaven," he says, his voice muffled, and then he begins to lick her in earnest.
His tongue does things she hadn't even known a tongue could do. It flicks her, rubs her, sucks and manipulates her sensitive flesh until she is shaking under his onslaught. One hand clutches desperately at the sheets beneath her, the other tangling in his soft hair as she holds on for dear life.