Chapter Twenty-Three
Charlotte
Tomas holds her close in the bath. It had been his idea when she had woken in the morning with her body aching in the most perfect way.
The milky water around them smells like grapefruit and bergamot, and Tomas keeps turning the hot taps back on to keep it warm for her.
He runs his hands over her, the touch soothing and chaste.
Silas and Alex had made breakfast and brought it up to her earlier. Insisting on hand feeding her as she lounged in the bath, claiming it would soothe their instincts to tend to her like that. They disappeared afterwards, leaving her and Tomas alone in the bath.
As the minutes go past, chaste hands turn into something more. Her relaxed sigh turns into a low whine as his hand slips between her thighs, cupping her in a possessive hand.
She wriggles in his grasp, pulling away from him quickly. He does not allow her to fully extricate herself but loosens his arms enough so she can sit up.
"Are you still sore?" His voice is a deep, guttural thing that makes her shiver with want.
"N-no," she says, eyes darting to the side.
His eyes darken, predatory as they track her movements.
"I-I have to pee," she whispers, mortified to talk about this in front of him, despite everything else they've already done. "I'll be back in just a minute."
"Ahh," he says, although his arms still don't release her. His face is unreadable, his eyes prickly against her skin where they track her. "I see."
She wiggles again, trying to get up, and his arms tighten back around her, pulling her chest to his and tilting her head back with a claiming fist in her hair so they're face to face.
She finds herself with her aching centre pressed against his cock, which she cannot ignore is fully hardened, his knot grinding against her sensitive flesh.
"Do it like this," he says, his eyes staring intently into hers. He couldn't be serious, could he? But his face is deadly serious, no sign of a joke in it.
He wants her to pee? Like this? Like in the bath? On top of him? She can feel her eyes widen in shock, her mind reeling to piece together what he's asking.
"Like... what?" She breathes, seeking confirmation. Needing him to explain this to her, sure she's misunderstood something important.
"Here," he said, his hands tightening on her hips and holding her core against his cock. "Right here."
She doesn't know what to say. He couldn't possibly mean what he was saying. "But isn't that–"
"Filthy," he purrs. "Yes, it certainly is. It would make daddy very happy to have his good girl do something so naughty."
She nearly moans at his words. Tomas was not one to play those kinds of games with her, had always been content simply to be called "sir" or "Mr. Front" or "alpha." He didn't call himself daddy the way Alex and Silas did.
"If you don't want to, I will allow you to go. But when you get back, I am going to fuck you."
The words sounded like a warning, rather than the promise she knew it was.
"And if... I do it here?"
His lips twitch a little. "Then daddy will fuck you."
He allows her to hide her face in his neck, breathing in his scent. Spicy and woody, sandalwood, but more visceral. Fleshy and masculine and him. The scent weaves its way through her body.
"I've never done this before," she mumbles. She didn't think she had urinated anywhere except the toilet since she had been in diapers.
"Just relax," he murmurs, releasing a light purr for her. "Let it happen."
The water around them was warm, and from the position they were in, he could not look down and see anything but the back of her head and her back. Somehow the illusion of privacy helped.
Could she do this? Really? The thought of it was mortifying, yet also strangely... thrilling. He wanted her to. That was the thought that settled it for her. She could not do it looking at him, so she keeps her face tucked away, breathing in his soothing scent.
When she finally convinces her pelvic floor to relax and release, she cannot stop the little moan that escapes her mouth at the relief. She knew he could not see anything, but he must have been able to feel the jet of warmth from her releasing onto his cock, and he growls appreciatively for her.
"That's it, little one, let go," his encouraging voice causes her to moan again as he nuzzles his jaw against her hair. Scenting her, she realizes.
When she finishes, her body tenses again, as if expecting admonishment. But there was none, there was only his rich purr and the undeniably pleased tone to his words.
"You did so good, pet, so good. Daddy is going to take such good care of you."
True to his words, he maneuvers them in the bath, adjusting her so she finds herself kneeling against the edge, her ass presented to him, just barely above the water level.
"Are you sore, sweetheart?"
"N-no, sir," she says quickly. He grunts a little at that.
"No... daddy?" She corrects herself.
"Good girl," he purrs for her, praising her again. "You make me so proud, Charlotte."
His words melt her and she feels his still hard cock press against her entrance. It hadn't wavered in its interest, not one moment as she had wet herself on him. If anything, it seemed to have grown larger, harder, his knot swelling impossibly big.
He eases the tip inside of her, and her body relaxes infinitesimally to admit him.
"Such a perfect omega we've found ourselves," he purrs.
His praise was liquifying her from the inside out until she was sure she was about to turn into a puddle.
He rocks his hips in an easy, lazy rhythm until his knot sits at her entrance, having already swollen nearly to size.
"You've undone me, perfect girl. Do you feel how big my knot is? How could I fit it inside an omega so small?"
She whines, arching back.
"Do you want it, perfect girl? Do you want daddy's knot?"
"Yes," she whines. "Please, yes."
God, when Tomas did something, he didn't do it by halves, she thinks vaguely, her mind swimming with the hazy pleasure he was skillfully weaving around her in this bath.
The thought of him filling her was enough to cause a rush of slick against him, as if her body was attempting to invite him in, making way for him.
During her heat spike last night, it had been easy for her alphas to knot her, her body producing copious slick for them.
It had left her sore and tender this morning, and now as her alpha rocks a little more of his knot into her with each thrust, she feels her body twinge with every movement.
At the widest part, Charlotte panics, trying to wiggle away from the stretch of it at her entrance, but her hips catch on the edge of the tub and she has nowhere to go.
He curses behind her, and she can hear him losing control, his voice strained and on edge. "Do you need me to stop?"
He doesn't stop, but he pauses his rocking, his hands holding her hips in a vice grip, his fingers pumping against her like he is trying desperately to convince himself to release her.
"It's so big," she pants. "Please, daddy." She didn't even know what she was pleading for.
He decides for her. With one more thrust, the knot pops past her entrance and fully seats itself inside her.
The shock and bite of pain that accompanies it makes her come, her pussy milking over him in waves as her whole body shakes with the intensity.
He follows her with what sounds like a roar as he bathes her womb with wave after wave of his cum.
Afterwards, when his knot finally releases, he gently eases her up and kisses her with a fervor she had never felt.
"Did I hurt you?" he murmurs, his hands smoothing over her body as if to search for injuries. "I was too rough."
"You weren't too rough," she says, a little smile on her face. He reaches over to drain the tub and turns the shower on to rinse them off.
"Perfect girl," he whispers again, his hands gentle as he soaps every inch of her body, allowing her to bask in his attentiveness.
"Come," he says, drying her off with one of the impossibly fluffy towels they had in droves. "Let me tuck you into your nest. You should rest."
Her hands catch him as he tucks her into the pile of blankets in her room, keeping hold of his wrist and pulling him in with her.
"Would you stay with me?" The question jolts out of her from the most fragile, undeniably omega parts of her that stay hidden in the back of her mind. She chews her lips, bracing herself for him to say no.
"Of course, my love," he said softly, allowing her to guide him into place where she wanted him in her nest, thanking her as she tucks blankets around them.
My love, he had called her, the word echoing through her mind as his arms wrapped tightly around her.
My love. It echoes through her head, filling every crack in her soul with warm, soothing water.
But then ice follows, and it feels like the cracks split open even wider as she remembers that she was not really his love. Not really. He was an alpha. It was in his nature to take care of her and dote on her. She was just a placeholder they had paid until they found their real omega.
Her breath catches.
Her alpha's breathing deepens, already asleep she realizes. She peeks up at him and he's so perfect. So achingly perfect.
She can't do this. She can't lose more of herself. Everything feels so on edge, so sharp and big right now. Was that just her hormones? She doesn't know. But she can't–
The realization settles into her mind like a live grenade. Her hormones... she was going to go into heat.
Oh god, she couldn't do that. Because she knows the three alphas will see her through it perfectly, like they always take care of her.
And she will beg them to bite her, to claim her, the way she almost did during her heat spike.
Barely holding the words back as every instinct demanded she be theirs.
She knows when the real thing comes, when her heat fully descends on her, she won't be able to stop herself. And they will be kind and gently reject her, like they always do, reminding her of her place as their sugar baby. Nothing more than that. Never anything more than that.
Her anxiety leaks into her scent and Tomas sleepily pulls her tighter to him, one hand gripping her between her breasts, the other low on her belly. He slides her into place against his front where she can feel every hard inch of his body.
"Don't worry, Charlotte. Everything is okay," he mumbles sleepily. Offering her calm even now. Even when he is asleep, he is everything she needs.
She can't do this. She can't lose more of herself to them. She'll ever survive it. There will be nothing left after. Nothing left of her.
Before she met them, when she thought of a possibility of a heat, it hadn't been a big deal. She'd go to a clinic or maybe she'd have a boyfriend or something to see her through it.
Now the idea of a heat with these men, the men she loves, the men she wants more than anything...
She can't do it.
She could go to a clinic, she tells herself.
She has to. A clinic won't mean anything.
It will be sterile and separate and the trained and vetted alphas who tend to her won't mean anything.
She won't want their bites. And when it's all over, she won't have to break her heart in half to walk away and leave part of it there.
She could do that.
Yes. She would have to do that.