Chapter Seven #2
"Is this comfortable?" Silas asks, unable to stop his hands from trailing up and down her body, feeling the peaks and valleys of her figure.
"Yes, sir," she breathes, wiggling a little and seeking friction as warmth continues to build from their talented hands.
"Good," Tomas murmurs. "You will tell us if anything is uncomfortable now."
His face is stern but not angry as he begins to roll her leggings down, pulling each leg off before divesting her sweater so she is fully naked before them while they were all still wearing their clothes.
For some reason, that feeling of vulnerability of being so bare sends a shock of pleasure straight to her core, and she does not feel like she needs to cover herself this time. This was how her alphas wanted her, naked and exposed to their hot gazes, a happy omega voice echoes in her head.
His hands urge her forward until her centre is nearly hovering over Alex's face.
"Let him pleasure you like this," he instructs. "Move in whatever way does not cause you pain."
Oh god, Alex was going to lick her like this?
She does not even have time to finish the thought before Alex's hands snake around her hips and pull her core flush to his mouth. His tongue does not devour her quite as Silas’ had, but he gently explores, lavishing her and flicking gently at her clitoris, encouraging her hips to rock against him.
The sight of him looking up between her legs, and the sensations she chases with every urged movement of her hips, has her breath catching.
"I want to taste you too," she breathes, looking imploringly between Silas and Tomas. "Please, can I taste you?" They were hovering in front of her, taking turns kissing her and running their hands over her body.
"How can I say no to that?" Silas asks, quickly unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock for her. It was already hard, the tip weeping. He positions himself in front of them on the bed, fisting his length in his hand.
She moans at the sight, leaning towards it, unable to resist the magnetic pull she feels towards him.
She bends towards him and her mouth closes over his tip just as Tomas had taught her to do.
She moans out a desperate sound as her centre clenches around empty air as the taste of him hits her tongue.
His flavour was slightly different than Tomas, but he tasted just as good.
Sharper and rich, like a shot of whiskey warming her from the inside out.
She can't stop herself from sucking him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she takes him to the back of her throat until she gags, just like Tomas had shown her. Her throat was still sore, so she doesn't hold him there as long.
Silas smiles down at her as she sucks him down, his hands cupping her face like it was something precious to him.
He must know she still has a sore throat. His voice is so soft and encouraging and it makes her moan around him. "Good girl. Such a sweet mouth you have, Charlotte. I want you to just suck the tip and use your pretty little hands to stroke the rest of me. Can you do that, sweet girl?"
She looks up at him, taking him out of her mouth just long enough to answer him with her words. "Yes, Mr. Sterling."
He groans as she takes him back into her mouth, using her hands to spread her saliva down the remaining length of his shaft and stroking him.
Her movement is a little clumsy, but his eyes are hot and intense as he watches her working his cock.
It's so long she needs to use two hands.
And even then, she can't cover all of him.
"Like this," he says gently, showing her how to run her hands over him, covering them with his as he guides her into the proper rhythm.
She had always been a quick study, and she wasn't about to let herself disappoint him now. Even if it was difficult to keep her concentration while Alex's tongue drove her closer to release.
"Fuck," Silas curses, and she nearly beams at his filthy praise. "You're such a good girl, Charlotte. Your mouth is almost as sweet as your little pussy."
Seeing her begin to shake, Tomas repositions himself beside her. He partially folds himself over her back, his hands wrapping around her front to hold her weight, while she continues to bob against Silas’ cock.
He leans forward so his mouth is at her ear. His cock prods against her hip and leaves a wet line where it trails over her skin. When had he gotten naked? She didn't know but she wants to taste him again too.
"You look so pretty with a cock in your mouth, Charlotte," he tells her, his voice deep and rumbling through her body with how close he was pressed against her back.
"Beautiful," Silas agrees, swearing again as she sucks harder on him in response.
She moans at his filthy words and her hips grind down harder against Alex. She feels one of Alex's hands leave her hips and travel down his own body. Then feels him move in short, desperate strokes as he begins to touch himself as well.
She whines. And if possible, she tries to pull Silas into her mouth even harder. Her lips and tongue work desperately against him.
"Lend me one of her hands," she hears Tomas say to Silas.
Silas' gaze on her is scalding hot and fierce as he extracts one of her hands from his cock and hands it to Tomas.
He moves it back to cover his own cock with it, bending her arm back in a way that's slightly uncomfortable, but Charlotte doesn't dream of asking him to stop.
He closes his hands around her with one of his own just like he did before, squeezing her fingers around him, groaning at the sensation as he does so.
He and Silas both guide her hands beneath theirs, using her fists to get themselves off like she is no more than a doll for their use.
For some reason, that turns her on even more.
She feels safe and cherished, like she doesn't have to bother worrying about getting it right because they'll do it for her.
"If your little cunt didn't hurt so much, I would fuck you right now." Tomas' voice is low and heavy.
Her whine turns desperate and her hands tighten around them both beneath their grip.
"Are you scared, little omega? Or do you shiver and whine like that because you want me to fuck you?"
Tomas sounds almost feral. He releases her front and she desperately tries to steady herself in the awkward position she's in, her body arching and wiggling even more as she feels his hand trailing down her back, tracing his fingers down her spine, over her tailbone, and teasing at her back entrance lightly before making its way to her wet pussy which she can feel quivering with the need to be filled.
He must be able to feel Alex's tongue working her furiously, but it does not seem to bother either of them at all.
He does not enter her, merely holds his finger there lightly at her entrance, letting her feel the sensation.
"My pack brothers have not stopped talking about how good you felt wrapped around their cocks.
As soon as your little pussy is healed, I want you to come over so I can try it myself.
I don't care if it's three o'clock in the morning.
As soon as your pain is gone, you'll come over and spread your legs so that I can fuck you. Do you understand, Charlotte?"
She climaxes with a muffled wail around Silas' cock as his words worm their way into her mind, and that sets off a chain reaction through the rest of them.
She hears Tomas groan beside her and then he is cumming too, coating her side.
Alex follows, his own fluids coating her back all the way up to where her hair is piled up in a claw clip.
Then Silas is filling her mouth until she feels like she is going to drown in wave after wave of his release.
She hollows out her cheeks, relaxing her jaw as she tries to swallow every last drop, even while her body twitches and spasms from Alex's tongue that is still working her through her own release.
When Silas finally gently extracts his cock from her mouth, she sways a little and slumps forwards towards his lap, finally allowing her body to collapse.
Tomas catches her in his arms and guides her to the bed, shuffling her between them so her head can rest on Silas' thigh next to his softening cock.
The dusting of dark hair on his leg is scratchy and grounding beneath her cheek.
Tomas and Alex lay on either side of her, stroking and soothing her shivering body.
"That was very good, Charlotte," Tomas praises, and she feels as if she might light up the room with the warm glow that suffuses her with his approval.
She can feel a dopey grin spreading on her face but finds herself entirely unable to reign it in. It doesn't seem to bother any of them one bit, and a peaceful silence falls over the four of them. She doesn't know how long they lay there like that until Silas breaks the silence.
"We have a present for you," his warm voice murmurs from above her.
She perks up, straining her neck to look up at him at him. He looks uncharacteristically bleary eyed and disheveled, and the soft smile on his face seems to make him look ten years younger.
"A present?" She cannot keep the excitement from her voice. Receiving presents was an instinctual need for omegas, a way to feel secure and cherished by their alphas, and she cannot help the giddiness from welling inside her.
Silas chuckles and runs a knuckle down her cheek as if her reaction is exactly what he wanted. "That's right, but let's get you cleaned up first. I'll draw a bath."