Chapter Twenty-Two #2
Tomas buries his nose in her hair, scenting her as his own pheromones spill off of him in toxic, aggressive waves.
Announcing to everyone around them that the omega was his.
It wraps around her like a protective blanket and she buries her face into his shoulder, mortification now joining the shame in their poor omega.
Outside, the city air is cool in late summer, and Charlotte's heated body begins shaking in his arms. Silas climbs into the driver's seat of the Lexus SUV they keep for their personal use and Alex joins him and Charlotte in the back, his pack brother leaning in as close as he can get to scent her as well.
Her trembling doesn't stop, and Tomas doesn't even think before he begins stripping himself out of his suit jacket and shirt. Her body needed alpha pheromones to settle, and skin-to-skin would help that, he knew.
"I'm going to take off your dress," Alex whispers behind her as he begins unzipping the silky purple dress that Charlotte had looked so beautiful in. "It will help to have contact with our skin. Don't worry, sweetheart. We're going to take care of you. Just relax, let us soothe you."
"I’m sorry," she whispers again, voice raw. "I couldn’t help it. I-I'm so sorry–"
"Don’t apologize." Tomas cannot gentle his voice this time. "This is in no way your fault."
When they have her undressed down to her underwear, no easy feat in the back seat of the car with two full grown alphas, Tomas presses her to his front and looks down to meet her gaze. Her eyes brim with tears, frustration and embarrassment warring with something needy and vulnerable.
"I ruined our dinner," she says in a sad voice.
"Impossible," Alex says in response, pressing in against her back, his own shirt and jacket already discarded. "You made it perfect. You reminded us how lucky we are to have such a beautiful omega."
She shakes her head, but her fingers begin creeping lower.
They brush against the waistband of his pants, unable to stop herself as her scent thickens with her building desire.
She presses her face to his throat, inhaling deeply, and it seems to relax her, as much as it causes more slick to drip out of her, scenting the air and wetting the front of his pants.
"Almost home," Silas mutters, almost to himself. "Don't fuck her in the back seat or we're going to get arrested."
At the mention of fucking her, Charlotte moans out a needy sound, so unlike her usual self that a soft spot grows in his chest. Perhaps the only soft spot left in him, considering how fucking hard he was from the pheromones suffocating the car.
"Soon, pet," he murmurs down to her. "We're going to be home soon and take care of you. This hasn't happened before?"
"N-no," she whines. "That time at the bar... it wasn't like this."
She begins grinding against his thigh as if unable to stop herself, and he certainly isn't going to prevent her from rubbing her sweet pussy against him. The feel of her so near to his cock makes him want to fuck her here and now, but he keeps enough of his control not to.
As Silas pulls the car to a screeching stop in front of their brownstone, he and Alex are already opening the door and carrying the omega up to his room. She shifts restlessly in his arms, whimpering softly as her thighs press together desperately.
He makes it to his bed in record time and when he lays her down, she becomes half-feral, her nails digging into his skin as her tiny hands desperately claw at his pants.
He gently nudges them out of the way with his own, quickly ridding himself of the constricting garment and wasting no time lining his cock up with her dripping entrance.
Eating her pussy or fingering her will only make her more frustrated right now, he knows. She needs them to fuck her, to fill her with their cum, to knot her and cover her in their scents.
He slides in without resistance, her tight little sheathe producing enough slick to make it easy for once.
He groans as he feels her hot body embrace him from his tip to his knot, and Charlotte immediately comes for him.
Her pussy ripples down the length of him as her fingers dig in to his biceps, where he's sure he will have marks in the morning.
Before she has even stilled, she is already arching beneath him again, silently demanding more, and he gives into those demands. He fucks her into the bed in powerful thrusts that make her moan out a satisfied noise from her throat.
"That's it," he grunts. "We're going to take care of you, Charlotte. We take care of what belongs to us. And this little pussy belongs to us, doesn't it?"
She's past words, so he doesn't push it when all she does is look up at him with fully blown pupils, her mouth open in a cute little "oh."
Silas and Alex join on either side, petting and whispering soothing words that are lost in the haze of her heat spike. When he knots her, she comes again, her body milking him for every last drop of cum as she finally rests for a moment.
When his knot starts to soften, she is back to wiggling and moaning, and Silas takes his place as Alex offers his cock to her mouth.
They fuck her in brutal, reverent thrusts and he watches the omega positively bloom between them, her skin rosy and glowing, his pack brothers' cocks bulging in her throat and pelvis.
When they spill their seed inside her, Charlotte finally goes limp, her pheromones slowly easing back to normal, although he can smell... something. Not quite a full-blown omega perfume. But the hint of one. Something teeth-achingly sweet and creamy.
The thought of Charlotte going into heat at last–with them–trusting them with her in that way is enough to harden his cock again. But he ignores it, focussing on the sated, happy girl in front of him.
Silas has flipped them so she's laying on her side sandwiched between them. He and Alex nuzzle at her, scent-marking her, and murmuring things too softly for him to hear.
She purrs in response, a high-pitched omega sound only ever offered to mates.
He settles himself at her head and begins stroking her hair, watching as her eyelids droop, still caught on Silas’ knot.
She murmurs something incoherent and he strokes her hair until she falls asleep, content and surrounded by their scents.
Claimed.
His heart settles inside his chest.