Chapter Seventeen #2
"We were hoping it might be a nest," Silas says carefully, looking at her out of the side of his eye, his scent carefully contained.
Her stomach sinks a little. He was warning her that it wasn't permanent. They were gently reminding her that one day they would find their own mate, and she would have to leave. This wasn't for her nest. This was just an arrangement. Even if she's living there. It's not permanent.
"I understand," she meets his eyes, her face serious. She needs them to know that she would never stand in the way of their happiness. She knows her place. "Whatever you're comfortable with."
"We could decorate it however you wanted," Alex says hopefully.
Her heart flutters a little with some unnamed emotion and longing. They were so good to her. Too good. Even though she wasn't their mate, they still treated her like she was. She couldn't imagine how lucky the omega who mated them one day would be.
"We can call in the interior designer. Start a Pinterest board, baby. The sky is the limit," Alex continues, his hand gravitating to the small of her back like he can't resist touching her.
They spend the rest of the day planning out her dream nest, although she is careful not to call it that.
She only asks for the normal amount of bedding, pointedly not looking in the nesting materials section of the website.
She sees Alex sneak a few extra nesting blankets into the cart, though, and she bites her lip to prevent the delighted purr that threatens to erupt out of her chest.
The four-poster bed with a gauzy linen canopy that he adds to the cart is big enough to fit the whole pack with room to spare. They order the matching brushed oak side tables and dresser and a massive mirror that will dominate most of one wall.
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When she wakes up for work on Monday, she's snuggled into Silas' side with her face on his chest and Tomas spooned against her back.
All four of them have slept in Tomas' bed all weekend, with them claiming it's just until the new furniture arrived, but Charlotte wasn't complaining.
For once, she has woken up before them. There are no breakfast smells greeting her or gift bag on the side table yet.
She looks up at Silas’ face. In sleep, he looks softer, more vulnerable. With his face relaxed, she can see the indents of wrinkles around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. Silver glints in the morning light in his tightly cropped beard. It only makes him more handsome to her.
He has seen so much more of the world than she has, has gained so much knowledge, but he still sees something of value in her.
She feels Tomas' cock hardening against her ass and she can't help the way she grinds back against it. He rocks his hips against her in response, and she feels a growl building in his chest. But when she peeks back behind her, his eyes are still shut and his breathing deep and even.
They hadn't had sex with her the rest of the weekend after the "punishment," and she was a little grateful because she had admittedly been a bit sore after everything, but she wasn't sore now.
At once, she becomes suddenly aware that the only thing separating his cock from her pussy is the thin fabric of his black boxer briefs.
They had given her a filmy nightie to wear to bed the night before that barely even covered the cleft of her ass and had ridden up past her waist in the night.
What if she just pulled his boxers down and slid him inside of her?
Was that allowed? They never told her it wasn't allowed and they never told her that they had any limits. ..
Or... she could just suck his cock. That seemed innocuous enough, right? He couldn't complain about that, could he? She could just say she wanted to make sure she was taking care of his needs before work so he could concentrate. Yeah, that definitely sounded like a good argument.
She carefully turns herself in his arms so she's facing him and gently pushes him, so he rolls onto his back.
He shifts with a groan, but stays asleep, and his cock bobs lightly as he jostles. Her mouth waters and she carefully crawls down his body, studying the outline through his underwear, and then quickly, before she can lose her nerve, she pulls it out of his boxers.
She only just restrains her whimper at the sight of him.
She still couldn't believe they fit inside of her, each of them seeming impossibly big next to her slight form.
She leans forward and hesitantly grips him at the base before licking across the tip.
He growls low in his throat, and she flicks her eyes up to his face, but he's still sleeping.
She uses her second hand to grip just above the second.
The skin is loose enough that she can stroke him slightly, but she needs more lubricant.
Without another thought she takes him fully in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat until she's about to gag, and then quickly jerks her head back, leaving behind the thicker saliva from her throat.
That's better. She uses one hand to spread the wetness from the tip to the base and then begins to jerk him in truth, suctioning her lips to the tip.
With her mouth full of his cock, she flicks her eyes back up to his face.
His brow is furrowed and he's groaning slightly, but he still hasn't woken up yet.
It's when she lets out her own needy moan that she knows she's been caught.
She feels his entire body tense, and that's the only warning she has before a hand grips her hair and yanks her away.
She's flung onto her back with a squeak, and then Tomas is thrusting his cock inside of her pussy all the way to where his knot has only just started to swell. Her head spins and she nearly screams at the suddenness of it, at how fast he could move.
She's vaguely thankful for the slick that's gathered inside of her from how good he had tasted, and the saliva she'd left on his cock, that was now easing the way for him inside her.
His face is wild, only barely awake and nearly feral.
The others are awake now too, she can see Silas scrubbing sleep out of his eyes as he looks over at them in confusion, and then understanding. Tomas pounds into her mercilessly, not caring for easing her into it in the state that he's in.
She understands now what Alex had meant by a pseudo-rut. Tomas' eyes were black, pupils fully blown. He was dangerous, she realized, but not to her. Her body relaxes underneath him, and when he feels his victory, he bares his teeth at her in a snarl.
"Is this what you wanted, omega? All you had to do was ask for my cock. I would've given it to you anytime you asked."
She gasps as he grabs her hips, fucking her with his whole length, dragging himself out until only the tip was left in her and then driving forwards, stretching her opening out over the rapidly swelling girth of his knot before pulling it out of her once more in one smooth movement.
"Answer me," he snarls. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes," she moans. "Yes, please, alpha."
"My name," he snarls, and then she knows he is not nearly as far gone as he may appear. "Use my name."
"P-please, Mr. Front," she breathes. "I need it."
"Beg me," he says.
His knot is swelling so much now it does not slide into her easily anymore.
With every thrust forward it catches on the rim of her entrance, and he has to exert more force until it enters her with a small pop.
Her breath catches every time he does it.
The pain of it gets mixed in with the pleasure of his knot pressing against the front of her sex that she cannot even tell them apart.
"Please," she begs. "Please, I'm so close."
He clutches her hair in one fist, his touch not gentle at all.
He pulls her head back so she is caught in his gaze.
His face is hard, his mouth snarling. The pheromones he is emitting are aggressive and possessive, and both Silas and Alex are hovering on either side of them on the bed, not daring to touch either her or Tomas right now, yet carefully monitoring them.
It makes her feel safe, knowing they'd never let it get out of control.
"Beg me to bite you," he tells her, and her heart sinks. Was he mocking her? After what she had let slip before? Or was it just an alpha thing? Did it satisfy some primal instinct in him while he was in this pseudo-rutting state to have an omega begging for his claim?
She winces every time his knot thrusts in and out of her now, the width of it growing almost to its fullest size. Her entrance resists the intrusion as it's forced in and out of her, and she cannot help tensing, which only makes it worse.
The hand fisting in her hair tightens, and she cries out in pain as her scalp is wrenched roughly.
"Please," she begs, unable to stop herself now. His claim was brutal and frightening, and it only made her desire grow more at the knowledge that he wanted her to the point of losing control like this. "Please, bite me. Claim me, alpha, make me yours."
At her words, his knot swells so large inside of her he cannot pull it out again and it hits that perfect spot inside of her, and then she is coming so hard she cannot form any more coherent thoughts.
She clutches his arms desperately, and the ache of his hand against her scalp is lost in the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
As she comes down, she hears the rustling of blankets on either side of her as Silas and Alex creep closer.
"Fuck," she hears Alex mumble. "That was fucking hot."
Two warm bodies press against her on either side, and she feels large hands stroking through her hair and down her body. Tomas rumbles out a pleased sound, and she feels so light and giddy, as if she might float above her body with happiness.
"You can wake us up like this every morning, Charlotte," Silas says beside her, and she can scent the arousal rolling off him.
"But now we're going to be late," she hears Alex groan from the other side, and peeks out from beneath Tomas' bulk to see him scrubbing a hand down his face. "And you know the boss man won't like that, baby girl. He might have to spank your ass if you're late on your first day."
The memory of Tomas spanking her still lit up the flesh of her bottom with stinging heat and she didn't want to repeat it again so soon.
She feels Tomas' knot soften and he pulls it loose from her, releasing a flood of his seed with it, coating her thighs and the sheets.
She blushes as he rears away from her, nuzzling her neck gently before pulling himself up onto her haunches and looking down at her with all the smug contentment that only an alpha who has recently fucked their omega can muster.
"And what a shame that would be," Tomas purrs, his eyes returning to normal, as if nothing had happened. "I need my omega to be able to sit so she can do all the work I have for her."