Chapter Four #2
Then Alex's mouth latches onto her nipples, his tongue flicking against one while his hand grasps the other and rolls it between his fingers, and she nearly screams with the joint sensation they create together.
Everything they do winds her tighter and tighter until she worries that her body will give out and she'll die of it, of her need for them. Silas slips two fingers into her core, pressing against her front wall, and at the feeling of him filling her, something explodes inside of her.
Rhythmic contractions grip his digits over and over again in waves, each one triggered again by every lap of his tongue against her clit, until she is sure now that she will die of this.
She cannot breathe, cannot blink, cannot do anything except feel until the storm of sensation crests and fades softly.
She collapses back, her body spent as he continues to gently lick the sensitive space between her clitoris and her opening. His fingers are still gently rocking inside her as she comes down from her first orgasm.
She lays dazed and boneless, her mind tumbling over its thoughts as reality floods back to her.
Now she understood what all the fuss was about.
If she has known her body could do something like that, she would've done it herself sooner.
She never would've left her nest, just doing this over and over until she had nothing left in her.
Even when she touched herself, her fingers had never reached whatever spot he had touched. Had never done whatever that was to her clit that his tongue had been able to do.
"Holy fuck," Silas breathes, pulling her out of her thought spiral as he crawls up her body. "That was perfect, little omega. You're perfect."
"You were beautiful," Alex praises her as well, his hands clutching at her in a bruising grip. "So fucking beautiful coming for us. Such a good fucking girl."
She feels like she might explode with happiness at their words.
She is still limp and compliant when Silas shifts them to settle himself between her thighs, positioning his cock at her entrance. There is no room for nervousness or shyness in this blissful liminal place between dream and reality where her alphas touch and pleasure her.
As he pushes forwards, he lets out such a guttural moan, she thinks she might come again just from the sound of it.
His movement is gentle as he breaches her, but the sensation of being stretched open for the first time is almost too much.
Too soon. She tries to restrain her strangled gasp as he slides in all the way in one smooth motion and his pelvis comes to rest against hers, but she can't help the little sound that squeaks out of the back of her throat.
"Jesus, fuck, you're tight," he groans. "Oh, holy fuck, that feels good."
She had never heard him swear like this before. Silas was usually so polite, so gentle. Was this what she did to them? Did she affect them as much as they affected her?
She whimpers as he withdraws and thrusts back into her, as if unable to help himself. As he seats himself back inside her, his cock brushes against that same spot on her inner wall that makes her limbs twitch with the sensation of it.
"Good girl, that's it, take my cock," he growls, and then he begins thrusting into her in truth.
Charlotte can't help the cries that leave her mouth at the feelings building inside her. She desperately clasps at his arms, unable to do anything except hold onto him and try to force her body to relax as he begins fucking her into the bed.
The pain was definitely still there, but there was pleasure too. Growing pleasure, like it had grown before it crested when he had used his tongue on her. It was almost too much, his cock too deep and too wide, it felt like it was going to reach her throat as he thrust all the way in.
"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness." She hears herself chanting as he continues to piston into her. She surrenders to him, her body soft and open, his for the taking, whatever he wanted.
She feels Alex's hand reach down between them, uncaring about the touch of his pack brother's cock against his hand as he finds her clit in the tangle of their hair.
She feels him begin to rub it in tight circles, and then she is coming again.
The size of Silas’ cock feels infinitely bigger than his fingers had been, and the feeling of her clenching walls gripping his alpha girth as he continues to ram against that spot in the front of her pussy makes her see stars.
The guttural sounds coming out of her mouth are filthy, but she cannot seem to stop them.
He cums with her, his hips stuttering. The sounds that he makes at the force of his release sound like the desperate, pained noises of a dying man.
Groaning, he fills her with spurting cum, his hand coming to grip his knot outside her entrance as he continues to fill her with wave after wave for what feels like an eternity.
When he at last seems to have finished and he has no more to give her, he gently eases himself from her entrance, leaning over to cover her with his body and kiss her deeply as his hand fists in her hair to hold her in place for his mouth.
She preens under him, unable to stop herself from grinning against his lips.
"Be a good girl for Alex now, sweetheart," he whispers in her ear, and then his warm body is gone. Her nakedness prickles under the cold air, leaving her feeling horribly wet and alone as her mind struggles to grasp what's happening.
The sensation doesn't last long, though, as Alex quickly takes his place, flipping her to her front and pulling her hips up against him so she is presenting for him, her face buried in the bedding.
The fabric beneath her smelled delicious, woody and spicy, like sandalwood or vetiver.
It must be Tomas' scent, given this was his bed.
She breathes it in deeper, filling her lungs with it.
She wants to steal this blanket for her nest. She knows it would add the perfect scent to it, and the blanket was softer than any of the ones she owned.
"Watching him fuck you was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Alex says roughly, distracting her from her reverie before his cock swiftly enters her and her mind goes blank.
Oh god, was he bigger than Silas? He felt bigger than Silas. Despite the wetness left from his cum and her orgasm, she feels sore, raw, and the feeling of being stretched even wider in an already sore place almost makes her cry out and beg him to stop.
The sound he makes as he sheathes himself in her gives her pause, though.
It was lewd, the sound of undeniable male pleasure, and it filled her up as much as his cock was filling her, warming her, butting against all the raw and sore places in her omega soul that needed an alpha, needed to be loved and wanted.
Her alpha desired her. Her alpha was taking pleasure in her body. She didn't want that to stop, even if it hurt a bit.
Steeling herself against the discomfort, she takes on his pleasure as her own, her body going soft and pliant once again for their use.
She feels elation welling in her at the thought that they wanted her.
Them, the most handsome, successful, wealthy alphas she had ever met, wanted her, a nobody with no prospects and nothing to offer except her ability to balance their hormones.
He begins a punishing pace, his hand twisting into her hair to hold her to the bed, while his other hand palms the globe of her ass.
"Fuck," he snarls incomprehensible sounds, his usually impressive vocabulary entirely lost as he fucks her. "Shit. Fuck. Holy fuck, that's good."
"Right?" Silas seemed to agree at the string of expletives from his brother's mouth. "Charlotte is such a perfect girl for us. How does he feel, baby?"
Was he asking her that? He must be. She couldn't imagine him calling Alex "baby."
"Big," she says, her voice sounding like a strained whine even to her ears. With each of his thrusts she cannot help but let out a little squeak, feeling as if he were fucking the breath from her lungs.
There was a warm, appreciative masculine chuckle behind her.
She didn't think she could come again, but with every thrust, something terrifying seemed to be growing inside of her.
She felt stuffed full, stretched to her limit, but somehow that did not stop her orgasm from building.
If anything, it felt like it was coming sooner with how strained her sheathe was around him.
"Oh my goodness," she whines. "Please, Mr. Butler." She didn't know what she was pleading for. For him to stop? For him to keep going?
"If you keep calling me Mr. Butler, this is going to get real extreme, real fast," Alex snarls under his breath, his voice sounding taut and his thrusts becoming more erratic.
With a wail, she feels her orgasm overtake her despite her better judgement. Rather than gripping, her walls feel like they flutter helplessly against him like the wings of a butterfly, asking gently for his cum, rather than demanding, as they had done with Silas.
He obeys even still, releasing himself inside her with a groan. Thankfully, he too keeps his knot outside of her. She is sure if they had tried to stuff her with them, she would have been ruined.
His cum stings a little as it coats her insides, but it soothes her too, and she feels herself falling onto the bed, no longer able to support her own body as he continues to empty himself into her.
When at last his thrusting pauses and then stops, she feels him gently pull out of her and a strangled moan escapes her throat at the sensation. She feels wet and messy, rivers of cum leaking out of her body as soon as his cock leaves it.
As she relaxes, she hears Alex curse behind her, although even to her dazed ears, she recognizes that it sounds different. More shocked than ecstatic, not like the pleasured expletives from before.
She freezes. Had she done something wrong? Was she making a mess on the sheets? Were they upset? Was there something she was supposed to do afterward that she didn't know about? Maybe they were upset she didn't take their knots like an omega was supposed to?
"What is it?" That was Silas’ voice. Then, "Oh." His voice sounds concerned as well.
She feels herself being flipped over and two worried faces stare down at her in the centre of her vision. She blinks blearily up at them, her afterglow swiftly fading.
"Charlotte, you're bleeding."