Chapter Sixteen #2
She moans as Alex slowly thrusts himself in as far as he can go, forcing the air out of her lungs with a gentle oof.
She doesn't say yes, but she presses her hips back against them as much as she can with Silas holding her as firmly as he was against his chest.
Tomas doesn't do anything more except rub at the tight hole, stimulating her in a way she had no idea could feel good.
It's sensitive and forbidden and makes her gasp as he continues to circle it, teasing her.
She feels herself relax back into Alex's thrusts, who seems to take it as his mission to keep her as pliant and distracted as possible as he picks up his pace again, driving her impossibly towards another orgasm.
With a moan, she finally feels Tomas' pressing fingers become firmer, and then her muscles relax for him, admitting him into that tight, illicit space with a small bite of pain.
She groans out an embarrassingly guttural sound as Tomas buries his digits to the hilt.
She feels full, and it is that feeling that launches her into her next orgasm.
When she comes to, she hears herself begging Alex for his knot. "Please, alpha, daddy, please, I need it." She is mindless in her frantic need, unaware what she's even saying. "Your knot, please, daddy, I need you, whatever you want, but please—"
"Fuuuuuuuck," Alex groans, and then she feels him pressing the bulbous knot at her entrance, and it's so big she nearly second guesses herself, but he doesn't give her the chance to back out.
His hips trust forwards against her with a steady force that borders on violence, and then it pops inside of her in one quick movement as her body admits it and sucks it in deeper.
And then she's coming again, with Alex's knot in her front and Tomas' fingers burrowing deeper still into the back, and it's all too much.
She writhes and thrashes and shrieks and presses herself against any and every piece of flesh she can feel as her hands find Silas’ hair and she tries to press his face against her side, as if she could force his teeth into her.
"Bite me," she sobs. "Please, bite me. Please, alpha, please. I'm yours, please."
The orgasm seems to go on forever, and she loses the ability to do anything except moan as her body milks Alex for every drop he has.
Hands are clutching at her hips and legs and back and head, trying to hold her still to keep her from hurting herself, and she eventually collapses into them as her body exhausts itself.
She can hear them saying something, their voices soothing and low. But she can't make out the words. Eventually Alex's knot relents, and a wave of fluids leaves her, which is gently washed off by their hands before someone bundles her in an alpha sized robe and carries her to the bed.
The chill of the air outside the warm steamy haze of the bathroom grounds her back into her body with a sickening jolt, and the realization of what just happened hits her like a train.
Her terrified eyes fly up and meet Alex's.
He's stretched out in front of her on the bed, his hair wet and tousled from the bath, and he's looking down at her with concern as the scent of her fear suddenly fills the air.
She's caught in his gaze, a thousand different things on the tip of her tongue as she tries to figure out what to say.
"Go to Tomas," he finally says softly. "He needs to see that you're okay."
Hands from a warm body behind her wind around her middle and pull her into a firm chest and then tip her over onto her back, putting her face-to-face with Tomas.
"I'm sorry—"
"I'm sorry—"
They try and apologize at the same time before pausing and looking at each other. Her face floods with embarrassment and his lips quirk up a little, the closest thing to a smile that she's seen from him all evening.
"I'll go first," the deep timbre of his voice leaves no room for argument.
"I'm sorry, Charlotte. I behaved abysmally.
I am too old to blame my hormones, but I cannot deny that I find certain instincts.
.. heightened... with you. My concerns should have been a conversation, not a punishment.
You are an adult capable of making your own decisions for your safety, but I do hope you will consider staying here with us and accepting our job offer.
I know it would give me tremendous peace of mind. "
Her mouth goes dry and she has no idea how to respond.
"W-what I said—"
"Shh," he soothes. "Don't worry, little one. I know you did not mean it. The play was too intense for you, and we should've known better. It is natural for an omega to respond to orgasm denial that way. We shouldn't have done that to you, sweetheart. We should've known better."
He was so graciously giving her an out, and she nearly wants to cry again.
She wants to cry because she did mean it.
It wasn't just a response to the sex. But she keeps her mouth shut, because she knows that if she says something, they will end it.
And she won't survive that. It's not just because she needs the money. They're well past that.
She doesn't want this to end because she needs them. And she knows she'll live with whatever she has to in order to keep them.
Even if it means pretending that she doesn't want to be their mate.
Even if it means keeping her mouth shut.
Even if she knows it will eventually come to an end one day, whether she wants it to or not. When they decide they don't want her around anymore. When they find their real omega.
And even though she knows that, when that happens, it will destroy her.
Even though she knows that when that happens, she will be left with nothing.