Chapter Twenty
Silas
His pack brother leads their omega into the sitting room wearing a green Alo yoga set Tomas had picked out.
She smells strongly of the three of them.
The scent of Tomas' seed was strongest still, but he could smell himself and Alex there too.
It makes his alpha instincts want to purr with the rightness of it. She should always smell of them.
The dinner he and Tomas had thrown together was simple fare tonight. They had agreed that a cozier meal on the couch with a movie was more appropriate than sitting Charlotte down in the dining room for a multi-course meal after their afternoon... activities.
Charlotte never ceased to surprise him. She hadn't once balked at the filthy things they did with her. Fuck, she had even liked it.
The desire to fuck her in every tight hole in her body consumed him, not wanting to leave any part of her untouched. But the desire to take care of her, to purr for her until she was soft and relaxed in their arms, to feed her and support her in pursuing her dreams, was equally consuming.
"Nuggies and fries?" Her excited squeak melts him.
"And Alex insisted we invest in a Disney Plus subscription," Tomas grunts.
Seemingly without thought, she settles in the space they had left between them on the couch, where they had hoped she might sit.
Tomas' pleasure was a palpable thing as he picks up the plate of hand-breaded chicken strips and homemade fries they had prepared for her–with multiple dips in cups on the side, since they had been unsure which dip she would prefer.
Silas tucks a knit cotton blanket over their laps, not wanting her to get a chill in the late summer evening.
Where he had settled on Silas’ other side, Alex opened the TV app on his phone and began scrolling through children's movies, which he had assured Silas was not infantilizing, and in fact was recommended after care, according to the stack of daddy dom romance novels he had been reading in the office under the guise of "doing preliminary research" for an "untapped market. "
"Honey mustard, plum sauce, or ketchup?" Tomas asks, and Silas is sure those words have never come out of his pack brother's mouth before.
Silas is, in fact, quite sure that Tomas has never even asked either him or Alex what they wanted to eat at all.
Choices tended to be made for them, and if they didn't like it, they could sort out their own dinners.
"You pick," she says shyly. Tomas hums in response and dips the breaded chicken into the yellow sauce. When she reaches out to take it from him, Tomas clucks his tongue at her.
"Let me," Tomas he murmurs as a twinkling blue castle appears on the screen.
Despite the beautiful pink blush on her cheeks, Charlotte obediently opens her mouth and lets the alpha place the tip of the chicken on her tongue to take a bite.
No one had ever taken care of Charlotte, that much Silas knew. He had taken the opportunity to re-read her initial application to her internship when they put together the recent hiring package for her, while she had been passed out in the bed with Alex.
She had initially been hired as part of an affirmative action program for prior wards of the state and those who were the first in their family to attend post-secondary school.
Her grades were impeccable, but all from public institutions.
She had been awarded prestigious scholarships–impressive scholarships, he could admit–but it indicated to him that she had had no other option, no other support during her entire school career.
She had needed every dollar of assistance she could get.
He did not know when she ended up in the system.
He hadn't wanted to ask, nor had the others.
But from the way she melted into the slightest affection they showed her, he wondered if it had been her whole life.
The thought made him want to wrap her in bubble wrap and bury her so deep in her nest that nothing could ever hurt her again.
Where she would never be neglected again.
The fact that her desperation had led her to them made his heart cold, to think of where else she could have ended up. The sorts of men who would take advantage of her.
And yet, wasn't that what they were doing?
Taking advantage of her? Unable to resist every scrap of affection they could squeeze from her?
Better men offered scholarship money with no expectation of sex.
Let alone the things Charlotte was allowing them to do to her, acquiescing to every wicked, filthy thing they wanted to do to her little body. ..
Only the sight of her warm and happy between them, her legs tucked up cross legged with a thigh pressed against each of them, nibbling on a fry in Tomas' hand, soothed the wave of self-loathing that threatened him.
Perhaps if they looked after her, if they could offer her all the things she had been wrongfully denied in the past, she might want to stay with them?
She seemed to have liked even the rough sides of their alpha impulses, responding so well to Tomas' lapses.
Perhaps if they helped her achieve her goals, if they could make it worth her while?
"Charlotte," he began. She tore her eyes away from the screen, where a young girl was feeding a sandwich to a fish. "Have you received sufficient research funds from the university?"
She blinks for a moment, as if taking time to process his words. "Yes?" It comes out as a question.
"Has your department ensured you have travel funds?"
"Well, no, but–"
"Hmm," he responds, saying nothing more. Visions of a European tour with her flash through his head, taking her to the great manuscript repositories of Europe. The Vatican of course, oh she would love Rome. And Paris... the shopping they could do for her in Paris.
"I don't need any more money!" Anxiety is clear in her voice, leaking into her tone and adding tension to her body. Is she afraid to be indebted to them? Afraid that they might expect more from her?
"Of course not," he soothes quickly. "Our company has a fund for research for our interns. You could put in an application. It just occurred to me." They didn't, but they would, and her application would be accepted.
"Oh," that calms her. "Yes, send me the application, please! There are a few manuscripts that haven't been digitized yet that I've been dying to see."
He spends the rest of the movie watching her. It warms his chest to see her so relaxed with them as the movie plays in the background, a story about a little girl and an alien finding a family, making a family.
Charlotte's eyelids are heavy by the time the movie is over, and he cannot help himself from picking her up, feeling her in his arms. Too light still, too many bones protruding from her.
It's clear she had not been eating properly before they met her.
He wondered if it was due to stress or due to finances.
The thought of her going hungry for any reason was appalling to him.
"Let's go to bed," he murmurs. Tomas and Alex pick up the dishes, tidying up behind them.
"Yes, please, daddy," she says. Hearing the word from her in this soft, sleepy voice nearly undoes him. Hearing it from her in passion was one thing, but hearing it from her now, when she is relaxed and happy... he wants nothing more than to spend his life taking care of her.
"We have to brush your teeth first, sweetheart," he says, carrying her up the stairs. Her toothbrush has been living in Tomas' bathroom, so he takes her there, setting her on the counter and adding toothpaste to her brush before wetting it and offering it to her.
She takes it from him, always so acquiescent to them, and dutifully begins brushing her teeth. He brushes his own in quick motions, rinsing off both brushes before putting them back on their chargers, side by side.
"Good girl," he says softly, and her eyes flutter closed briefly as if in pleasure.
"Bedtime now," he says. And she slips off the counter to follow him.
She lets him undress her until she is fully bare before him, pale skin glowing lightly in the dark room, reflecting the light from the hallway.
He strips off his own clothes then. First his shirt, which he tosses into the hamper, then carefully stepping out of his pants, and finally toeing off his boxers.
He can feel his omega's eyes on him, and he cannot stop himself from flexing for her as he folds his pants crisply in half and sets them on the shelf in Tomas' closet where the housekeeper collects the items that need to go to the drycleaner.
From the corner of his eye, he can see the omega sneak over and snatch up the pair of boxers from the floor when she thinks he isn't looking.
She hastily runs back to the bed and shoves them under the pillow that's become hers in the centre of the bed, as if she thinks none of them will notice them there.
His lips twitch, as he realizes... is she collecting his clothes with his scent on them for her nest?
Perfect, sweet omega. He makes his steps noisy as he exits the closet, not wanting to startle her or make her realize her sneaking might have failed.
He can hear his pack brothers coming up the stairs, so he wastes no time in urging her towards the bed.
"It's time for daddy's goodnight snack, angel," he says, his voice deepening.
He can smell the sweet, fresh scent of her as her pussy leaks that intoxicating omega fluid for him. Always so responsive... he wonders what her scent will become when she blossoms. Will she be fruity? Earthy? Sweet like dessert?
He maneuvers her back into the middle of the bed, where she settles back against the pillows. Her hands hover over her chest, still shy.
He shoulders her legs apart, purring when she offers no resistance. How pliant and willing she is to let him and his pack brothers use her. How perfect she feels under their hands and around their cocks.
He cannot help himself from leaning in, inhaling deeply between her thighs, then licking her in one steady stroke from her little puckered hole up to her clit.
She cries out a sound of shock, her knees hugging his shoulders.
"What a good girl you are, Charlotte," he praises as he can hear his brothers join them on the bed on either side. "Daddy has a new rule for you."
"Yes, daddy," she says quickly, so eager to please. He purrs deeper in response.
"Every night before bed, you will come on one of our tongues. Do you understand?"
"Yes, daddy," she responds, before he hears Alex capture her lips in his. Tomas' hands grasp hers, dragging them up above her head so she cannot hide from them. Her perfect tits bounce at the action, arching up as her arms are speared above her easily in one large alpha hand.
Silas runs his hands up her calves and over her knees, gently easing them apart so her perfect pussy is fully presented to him.
"Look at this," he marvels. "Such a pretty little slit, Charlotte. It was made to be adored."
Her sound of pleasure is lost in Alex's mouth, so he wastes no time in leaning in once more. His tongue easily slides through her folds, devouring every drop of slick that escapes her. It is flavoured with the remnants of Tomas, adding a richness that only improves it.
As he flicks his tongue over her clit, her body shakes.
He seals his mouth around it, sucking it into his mouth before running his tongue over it.
Before long, she is shaking and shattering against him.
He gives her one last lick, her legs spasming as he does so, before releasing her and crawling up her body.
His mouth falls into a wide smile as he reaches her face to find her eyes closed, mouth slack and body relaxed between Tomas and Alex, her orgasm fully knocking her out.
"Good work, you two," Alex says lowly, careful not to wake her. "Teamwork makes the dream work and all that."