Chapter Twenty-One #2
He holds her still and then she feels Alex's cock, slick and broad against her ass. With a gentle press of his hips, the head of his cock slots itself into her rear, making her whine out a soft sound as her hands scramble for purchase on Tomas' hard chest.
"Oh," she hears herself whisper, the word barely more than a breath. "Please."
Another gentle press and more of Alex's cock fills her, stretching her wider than she ever has been before, setting her nerves to singing with it. With the possession of it. She is theirs, irrevocably theirs. They possess every part of her, and no other male, no other alpha, ever will.
Whatever they sense from her makes the three of them growl, Alex's hips pressing forwards in one demanding thrust until he is fully seated inside of her, filling her, owning her, body, mind, and soul.
"Is this okay?" Silas grips her hair as he directs her face up to his, his eyes wild as they meet hers, needing to know that she doesn't want to stop, that they can keep going, his grip over himself tenuous.
She cannot speak, she only nods. A snarl from Tomas forces her to find her voice, the one word coming out as barely more than a squeak. "Yes."
And then Silas’ cock is thrust down her throat, and she can feel herself already unravelling again, her entire body a live wire ready to snap.
"That's it, that's our good girl," Silas’ voice is a seductive purr.
His body is magnificent as it towers above her, his thick cock angling down her throat and expertly navigating her gag reflex.
Her mind goes white with sensation as all three of them use her, thrusting deeper than ever before, stretching her out in new and earth-shattering ways.
Her entire body aches with it, her nipples tingling, her skin alight. She feels like she's been filled with starlight.
Alex thrusts deeply and then pulls back, Tomas' hands guiding her hips to nudge forwards and backwards, working with him.
Her body feels stretched impossibly wide, every nerve ending stimulated and coaxed into submission.
The shock of it melts into a molten pleasure as they move in unison, Tomas' cock thick and demanding, Alex's just behind it.
Their rhythm together is a practiced dance that shatters her mind and rebuilds it with every thrust until she is theirs. Entirely and utterly possessed by them.
Her nails dig into Tomas' shoulders, her cries harsh and needy as they take her farther and farther until she starts to fear the release that will come.
But she should know better than to fear anything with them. Three strong sets of arms are there to catch her when she falls.
And when she does, it feels like she is in free fall from a hundred storey building, the ground rushing up to meet her. But just for this moment, the view is incredible.
Her body trembles around them as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her and Charlotte forgets her own name.
Distantly, she can feel them cumming, her mouth swallowing around Silas’ cock and Alex carefully withdrawing from her aching ass.
She drifts somewhere in that blissful, liminal space until at last she comes to. She is surrounded by them, their hands petting her all over her body, a litany of soft praise rolling off each of their tongues.
"You're such a good girl, Charlotte."
"You did beautifully, pet."
"That's because she's our perfect omega."
When her breathing finally calms, they ask her if she wants them to carry her to her own bed, their faces worried.
She wonders if it's because of the way she responded tonight, the intensity of it. She wonders if they're tired of her sleeping with them, if they want to get some distance from her. It makes sense, she thinks, that they don't want her to get too attached.
Her mind still feels dazed and hazy, but when they tuck her into her own bed and leave her with her thoughts, she finally meets the cold ground with a jolt.
Would this arrangement end after the semester? What if they didn't want her anymore? What if they wanted to find some new omega sugar baby to take care of? What if they were getting bored of her? What would happen to her then?
Was she already incomprehensibly ruined to everything else?
Would there be anything left of her without them?
After knowing how it felt to be loved, even if she knew she wasn't, even if she knew it was all just an act.
Just part of the arrangement. How could she walk away and go back to her lonely single nest that smelled of harsh cleaners after she knew what it felt like to sleep tucked in with three alphas that smelled like hers?
She tries to push these worries to the back of her mind.
She had once prayed, begged any deity that was listening, to get into her master's program.
She had scraped and clawed her way there.
All she had wanted was to complete her degree, get a research position under some tenured faculty, and live out her days in a library with manuscripts and books.
Hadn't that been all she wanted? How could she get so greedy now? Was it not enough to have everything she had ever prayed for?