Chapter Twenty-One
Charlotte
The week slips by easily, as Charlotte quickly realizes that each day at work wasn't actually work.
The time that wasn't spent on her own research browsing manuscript catalogues or, not so sneakily, watching vintage sewing pattern tutorials (no, she couldn't sew, but that didn't stop her), was spent with one of her alphas rutting her bent over a desk.
Or grinding her on their laps in their chairs. Or taking her against the wall.
She wasn't complaining. It was miles better than waitressing. She went through the day half in a daze, post-orgasmic pheromones making her relaxed and giggly.
The office which once had been fraught with the need to please, then her failure, now had become a safe place that was steeped with the comforting mix of her alpha's scents and their warm presence.
She loved watching her alphas exude power and authority, listening in on meetings she had never had access to before where they discussed trends and stocks and portfolios.
Sometimes one of them would even ask her about her opinion on something.
The first time it happened, she froze, stammering at first, then finding her footing.
They always seemed to value it, not just doing it to ask their plaything a token question.
It was as if they genuinely considered her perspective valuable.
And then there was the brownstone, where their authority became.
.. nurturing. As if they wanted nothing more than to take care of her every need, as her daddies.
When they were at home, she was fed, washed, and soothed by their hands.
As if she really were their own omega, their mate, who they pampered and adored.
Each night one of them took a turn going down on her, using their tongues to drive her over the edge and then wrapping her in their arms as she slept.
Then there was the growing collection of their laundry she was sneaking away from their clothes bin and hiding in her nest. She couldn't explain her behaviour, and if one of them caught her, she knew she would be mortified.
She knew they'd likely be angry. Especially after they had been generous enough to let her into their home, how kind they had been to humour her needy omega instincts to be coddled by an alpha.
But no amount of reasoning could stop her. Like a magpie had taken over her brain, the minute she was alone, Charlotte found herself snatching up the nearest item of dirty clothing and hiding it somewhere she could come back later and tuck it into her nest.
"Charlotte," Silas’ voice startles her out of her brooding. "We're about to head home. Are you ready to go?"
"Yes, Mr. Stirling," she says, quickly closing her laptop.
He leans down behind her, nosing along her neck, pressing a kiss beneath her ear. His voice is low with warning. "What was that?"
She looks around and quickly realizes everyone else has already left.
"Yes... daddy," she corrects herself, her voice nearly a whisper even still.
"Good girl," he says.
When they get home, Alex steals her for himself, sitting her on his lap at the dinner table and threatening to bite Tomas when he tries to tell him that it was his turn.
He feeds her bites of white fish drenched in a creamy lemon sauce with white asparagus directly from his own plate, catching a dribble of sauce on her chin with his lips, much to Tomas' chagrin about not doing that at the dinner table and how uncouth he was being in front of their omega and what sort of behaviour was he teaching her.
There was no mention of the fact that it was Tomas who had laid her out on the table and spread her legs like she was a buffet two nights prior and tongued her into two trembling, earth-shattering orgasms.
Upstairs, Charlotte finds herself laying in Tomas' bed, surrounded by the three of them.
Her eyes track Tomas' hands as they undo the top few buttons of his shirt, revealing a few inches of his pale chest. They are unhurried and distracting and very successfully making her begin to leak slick between her thighs.
Only one of her alphas sliding to the side table next to the bed alerts Charlotte that there is a plan in motion, one she has not been privy to.
When Silas pulls out the small metal plug wordlessly, her mouth goes dry.
They had not tried that again since that day in the office.
She had thought about it, of course. Had thought about the way it had felt to have him inside of her back there.
Had thought about how full she felt with that plug inside of her, the way it had pressed against the front of her sex every time she moved, the way her empty pussy had dripped with need.
A lifted brow is the only question, and she finds herself slowly nodding, before catching herself. "Yes, daddy," she says, her voice hoarse.
"Good girl," Silas' voice is rich and full of praise and she melts under the warmth of it. Two alphas' hands reach for her, one of them inching under her shirt to slide her knit sweater over her head, the other unbuttoning the top of her pants and sliding them down her thighs.
She is flipped onto her front and placed over Silas’ lap, her body light and pliant beneath their hands.
One hand rubs between her legs, easily and quickly finding her clit.
She moans into the soft fabric of the duvet as Silas immediately begins to rub circles around it exactly the way she likes.
Alex repositions himself, and then there are two large hands between her legs.
He rubs at her rear hole, teasing her with the sensation.
It still feels so... different. Not quite wrong. But still foreign.
It only makes it all the better when he adds some lubricant to his fingers, and then they are sliding easily now, pressing at her entrance until it admits one thick digit.
She can't help the throaty sound that she makes as it slides all the way home inside her body, Silas’ fingers still rubbing those circles around her clit and causing a maddening sensation of fullness and pleasure.
"Open wide, Ms. Hines," she hears Tomas say as he rearranges himself in front of her. When she looks up, his cock is right there, hard and weeping for her.
She opens her mouth as wide as he's taught her and he rewards her with a murmured "good girl" before he presses it into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat until she gags a little.
It makes her ass clench around Alex's fingers, and he groans at the feeling before adding another one and beginning to fuck her with them at the same tempo as Tomas' cock in her mouth.
It doesn't take long before he adds a third finger, making her whine at the bite that accompanies the stretch, but the pain somehow only makes her come sooner, drenching Silas’ lap with her release.
"What a good girl," Silas praises her, as if she's just done a good thing, rather than ruining his clothing. "I think our sweet girl is ready for the plug," he says to Alex.
Alex's fingers are removed with what sounds like reluctant grumbling, but the uncomfortable empty sensation doesn't last long. The plug is immediately pressed against her hole and it slides in without pain, leaving her panting with the heavy sensation of it as her body sucks it into place.
The hand that is not still rubbing her clit pulls her ass apart, revealing the sight of it to the three of them as Tomas leans over her body to look.
"Such a pretty pink cunt you have, Charlotte." He praises her with his cock still thrusting in her throat. "Are you going to let them use your tight little asshole tonight?"
She cannot reply, his cock lodged too deep in her throat and his hand in her hair ensuring that he does not expect her to try and answer. But her body answers for her, dripping out more wetness from her pussy onto Silas' pants.
She can hear clothes coming off, and then the broad head of Alex's cock is there against her pussy, gathering up the wetness that has escaped before he puts a hand on her hip to hold her steady and presses his cock inside her in one smooth motion.
Her moans are strangled around Tomas' cock, leaving only Alex's sounds of pleasure to fill the room.
"Fuck," he groans. "You're so fucking wet, Charlotte. Is it because of that plug in your ass? Or your alpha's cock in your throat?"
She still can't answer, can only listen to them.
"Do you think you can take both of us, sweetheart?" She knows she's done for when Silas joins in the dirty talk. "Are you going to let your daddies fuck all your little holes?"
The thought of all of them taking her was enough for her to come again, Alex's cock barely even inside of her as she spasms around him. His laugh sounds startled where it leaps out of him. "She really does like it in the ass, doesn't she?"
The objectification, the way he is talking about her as if she is not even there, while they toy with her most private place, has her mind swimming. The pleasure she gets from it is startling and unexpected.
Either there is some unspoken communication, or she is too dazed from the two back-to-back orgasms to hear them, because Charlotte finds herself suddenly empty.
A desperate whine startles out of her as the plug and Alex are both carefully pulled from her and Tomas withdraws from her mouth.
Then her alphas are reconfiguring her, moving her limbs carefully with adoring hands until they have her where they want her.
She finds herself straddling Tomas with Alex behind her and Silas positioned at her mouth. Using his grip on her hips, Tomas pulls her down his length, stretching her out along his thickness until she is full to the brim with him, his growing knot sitting at her entrance.
When she looks down at him, his face is drawn, almost snarling with the effort to hold her in place, but somehow it doesn't scare her.