Chapter Thirteen
Alex
Alex's eyes track Charlotte where she's caught on Tomas' lap. His pack brother's arm selfishly wrapped around her tight enough to ensure she's not able to wiggle even an inch away from his giant body as he feeds her piece after piece of sushi from his own chopsticks.
She's so delicate even for an omega, her ankles crossed daintily so she does not reveal anymore of her creamy thighs than the dress' slit already showed.
The hand Tomas has wrapped around her waist spans almost her entire torso, heavy and possessive as his pack brother's thumb strokes lazy circles against her ribs.
It was almost troubling to see Charlotte next to any of them. She was so small that the three of them looked like brutes next to her, rather than respectable society alphas that they tried to portray themselves as.
In Tomas' lap, she looks like a porcelain doll. Petite and fair with all that wild curly ashy hair that tumbles out of its hair clip. With her wearing her new pale blue dress, the vision of her as a Victorian doll is complete. Troubling, and maddening, in a wholly different way.
Maddening because her perfect pink lips made him want to slip his cock between them until she swallowed every drop of cum he had.
Maddening because he wanted to watch his cock disappear between those slim thighs.
He wanted to see his pack brothers take her, bending her little body into their desires.
Fitting their knots inside that tight little space hidden between her legs.
.. fuck. His cock pulses and throbs where it's trapped inside his pants, and he knows his scent has become dark and predatory.
It's inappropriate. They're in public. At a restaurant, where anyone could smell him. But that argument does nothing to assuage the building scent of his arousal.
Charlotte looks over at him, her button nose taking in the scent and her pupils dilating in response.
She was always so responsive, it was baffling to think she had not perfumed yet.
Such an omega should've been mated already, safe in the confines of a pack who would protect her from the world and support her dreams.
Such a genius little thing she was, so many clever thoughts encased behind those perfect hazel eyes.
Such a delicate figure to hold such towering ideas.
Ideas they shared about the power of voice, the danger of a single narrative, the important parts of history that can be lost behind.
She's such a busy little thing, and so unashamed in her pursuits of knowledge.
It's an admirable quality, one that appeals to him as much as her body.
He looks down at her leg, still clutched in his possessive grip, as if someone might snatch her away from him any minute.
Her skin is soft with a few freckles here that he hadn't noticed before.
He thumbs over them, memorizing each nook and cranny of the skin offered to him.
A wholly different heat warms his chest as he looks at her.
It's tender as much as it's charged with that raging desire that bounces between the three of them in the bond, seeking out a place to triangulate between them, something to regulate it.
A mate. A figure to centre them and provide security and stability.
Something between want and need hums in his chest, aching and rattling around in there.
Then Silas apparently cannot resist the call of her any longer, because his hand finds her thigh and then slips between them, making her gasp and startle.
Uselessly, because there's no way Tomas would let her go anywhere.
No, his brother was riding the narrow precipice of a rut, and he wasn't about to give her an inch of space, not as charged as he was.
He watches Tomas lean in close to murmur something into Charlotte's hair, his voice low and gravelly enough that Alex cannot quite catch it.
She shivers and her back arches slightly while her legs slip open to allow his pack brother's hand full access to her. Alex’s eyes are drawn to the fragile line of her throat, the pulse fluttering there.
"Look at you," Tomas whispers, loud enough now for all of them to hear this time. "Such a good girl for me. For us." His big hand tightens around her middle, drawing her closer, so tightly Alex wonders if it's hurting her.
Charlotte's eyes flutter between them, looking to Alex and then Silas, her gaze pleading with nervous want. She whispers just one word. "Please."
Silas is the first to move. He shifts closer, his knee pressing against her outer thigh, shielding her with his body so even if anyone were to come out, they wouldn't see anything. His hand brushes up her calf, then under the hem of her dress. Alex watches on, barely breathing, as Charlotte opens her legs wider in Tomas’ lap.
An offering of herself to the three of them.
Silas strokes Charlotte’s inner thigh, feather-light. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” His voice is velvety soft and pitched low. “You want this?”
Charlotte nods, her breathing quickening. “Yes. Please, alpha, I-I want you to... touch me.” The last words are barely a whisper, like she can hardly force the words out.
Alex’s heart is a wild thing in his chest. He moves in on her other side, mirroring Silas’ stance and sliding close until his thigh presses against her other thigh.
He takes her hand, kissing her knuckles, then bringing her palm to his cheek.
Her touch is trembling, spreading warmth through his body from where his skin connects with hers that builds and gathers low in his spine.
Tomas holds her steady, murmuring praise in her ear that will probably have her dripping any moment. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let them touch you. Let them take care of you.”
Silas’ hand moves higher beneath the hem of her dress, tracing the sensitive skin over her panties.
Charlotte trembles, her lips parted, eyes locked on Silas as his fingers tease her gently, not firmly enough to give her what she truly wants yet.
Alex's eyes darken as he can see her arousal build, her pupils dilating and her breaths coming faster and shallower.
He can’t help himself—he wants to touch her too, needs to feel her skin beneath his. He slides his hand up her other thigh alongside his pack brother's. His fingers dip between her legs, Silas' hand moving over to make room for him to stroke her over the damp lace.
Their omega gasps, her hips jerking but she has nowhere to go, she is caught so tightly between them. She looks at Alex, her eyes so wide and trusting he feels a surge of something fierce and protective in his chest.
"Alex," she whispers.
"I'm here, sweetheart," he murmurs, stroking her through the fabric, circling her little clit with a firmer touch now. "You're such a good girl, so soft. Just perfect for us."
Silas hooks his fingers into the edge of her panties, glancing at her for permission. When she nods, he peels them gently aside, exposing her slick folds to the cool night air.
Alex can see her shiver at the sensation, and he purrs for her, leaning in closer to lend his body heat. He strokes her, slow and careful. His other hand braces her knee wide, so she doesn't think to try and stop them.
When Silas slips two fingers into her tight cunt, a whole body shudder rolls through Charlotte. His pack brother groans in response, and Alex can easily imagine the way her body must be tightening around him. His own fingers suddenly feeling cold and restless.
His own breath heaving and ragged in his chest, Alex cannot resist slipping two fingers in alongside Silas', fitting his hand on top of his pack brothers' and brushing his palm over their sweet omega's swollen clit.
She jerks, a helpless sound escaping her lips as she is suddenly stuffed so full with them, her hips rocking up into their hands. She is so snug around their fingers he wonders, not for the first time, how their cocks fit inside her tiny body.
Silas leans in, his lips brushing Charlotte’s ear as he murmurs more praise in her ear. "Good girl, that's our good girl, you can take it..."
Alex cannot thrust with his hand positioned as it is, but Silas does the work for him, gently fucking into her with his hand as Alex matches his rhythm, curling his fingers to press against her g-spot and palming her clit with every thrust.
He glances at Silas, their eyes meeting darkly as Charlotte's bites down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out as they forcefully fuck her towards her orgasm.
"You make me so happy, Charlotte," Silas murmurs, his tone pure adoration. "The way you let us do these things to you."
Charlotte's hand tightens around Alex's cheek, the other reaching down to desperately grab at their wrists, not stopping them, just grounding herself in their bodies. Her thighs tremble, her voice a choked whimper, beyond the ability to produce comprehensible speech. "Please, please, I—"
Alex leans in, kissing her temple, murmuring against her skin. “Let us take care of you, sweetheart. You're doing so good.”
Silas thrusts his fingers inside her even harder as Alex increases the pressure against her clit in response, watching her in rapture as her breath breaks into sobs of pleasure.
Tomas' hand comes to clutch her mouth in a grip that looks almost violent. "Shh, you don't want anyone to hear you, little omega. I would have to kill any man who saw you like this."
Alex doesn't think he's joking or just talking dirty, and that should probably worry him considering how fucking feral Tomas feels in the bond.
Maybe it would, if the words didn't immediately make Charlotte come.
Their omega moans, her head arching back violently against Tomas' shoulder. Her mouth still covered by his pack brother's hand and her little pussy clamping around them in a vice grip as even more slick escapes her. It rushes around his hand in little trails down to his wrist.
Alex watches her entranced by the way her chest heaves, her breath still caught by Tomas' firm grip. By the way her skin is flushed and glowing in the firelight, and the way her eyes squeeze shut as if in pain.
When she finally collapses, boneless and sated, Alex and Silas ease their hands away one at a time.
Smoothing her dress as mindless praise spills from their lips.
Tomas cradles her now, his grip gentling as he rocks her softly like a baby.
She comes down from her high back into his arms, safe and secure.
Alex can hardly believe the man pressing kisses along her hairline, and nuzzling a blatant scent mark onto her, is the same one who just gave her an impromptu and entirely unnegotiated introduction to breath play. And threatened to kill anyone who looked at her.
As she gradually comes back to earth and they return to their meal, Alex can see it in his brother's eyes what he knows must be clear in his own. The same feeling echoing between the three of them in the bond alongside varying degrees of ferality rolling off Tomas in sticky, stifling waves.
The yearning. The goddamn pining. The conviction that, whatever this is, they’re not going to let Charlotte go. She's theirs.