Chapter Twenty-Six
Charlotte
"Alpha, please, bite me," she cannot stop begging. Needs them to do it before they changed their minds. Oh god, what if they changed their minds?
"Shh, Charlotte, let us take care of you," Silas’ voice is as rich and soothing as it always is, but it does nothing to calm her down.
She is pressed on her back in her nest and they are trying to wrestle clothes off her limbs as she tries to pull them closer, even while a cramp wracks through her body and makes her keen with need.
"Charlotte," Tomas barks, his face stern now. She freezes. "You will lay still and let us undress you as your mates."
That pauses her struggles enough for them to get her naked. But when she is bare before them something whirrs back to life inside her head and she sits up with a small growl building in her throat, a sound she's never heard herself make before.
She pulls the nearest alpha closer to her and makes contact with Alex's thick head of hair, tangling her hands into it and yanking.
"Bite me," she snarls again, meeting his eyes and seeing the dark brown eyes fully blown to black, his pupils dilating as her pheromones work their way through his system. Her perfume. Her pheromones.
It feels so unreal. She had finally perfumed. Had finally reached her estrarche. And she had found her mates at the same time. Just like she always thought she would in her vague idea of how her heats might work out.
"Fuck it. Sure, I'll bite you baby," he says with a shrug, and then he is pulling her head far to the side to give him room and his teeth are connecting with her throat.
The bond bursts behind her eyes like fireworks and then settles into a comfortable warmth spreading through her body from the base of her skull where she can now feel him.
She can feel all three of them in that bond, but Alex is there.
She can feel his desire, feel his... love. That feeling was love. For her.
She can't wait anymore. The ache she had felt before sharpens into something more. A cramp takes hold of her, sharp and stabbing enough to leave her trembling and whining with need.
He wastes no time in freeing his cock and lining it up with her entrance.
In one easy thrust, he is inside her. Her slick makes it almost easy the way he slots into her body now, pressing against all the sensitive spots inside her.
She comes on the spot, clenching around the thick length of him in rolling waves that make her see stars.
The ache is lessened slightly, but it still tears at her. It's eating into her very bones and her skin prickles against the cold air which suddenly feels frigid even while sweat begins to bead on her forehead.
He must be able to feel it because he purrs for her, thrusting hard and fast and then squeezing his knot past her entrance with a bite of pain and then... the ache is soothed. The emptiness filled with him.
Every sound, every scent, every breath is magnified as she lays there. Stuffed full of him, his body heavy on top of her. She can feel Tomas and Silas stretching out beside her and her head turns towards each of them, craving their scents. Their bites.
She wiggles against Alex's knot as her face burrows into his neck stretched out above her. It's not enough. Not nearly enough.
He rocks his hips against her, stimulating her clit as he does it and wrenching out another orgasm from her spent body. It's still not enough.
Nothing could have prepared her for this. No amount of reading or research. The way her body needs them, the way her mind goes hazy and frantic with helplessness. It's awful. Just awful.
She whimpers, twisting in the tangle of blankets beneath her.
Her scent is thick in the air, novel and sweet and heady.
A warm dessert before bed, boozy and smooth.
Soft caresses between her legs in front of a roaring fire.
A wood-lined nest, safe and cozy. That's what she smells like, she thinks dazedly.
But she can't focus on it too long, because she needs them. Her alphas.
Alex nuzzles her head, scent marking her. "Shh, it's okay sweetheart, we're going to take care of you," he promises again, flipping them over so she's sprawled over his chest, his knot still locking them together.
"Can you take your alpha in that sweet little ass while you're knotted?"
Could she? Any other time, she'd say no, but the madness of the heat says yes. The thought of the stretch, the impossibly snug fit, filling up every empty space inside of her with them, has her nodding before she can even think to ask them to go slow or find the lubricant.
But her alphas are perfect. Perfect and hers, because when Tomas lines his cock up with her ass, it's slick and hard and ready. He doesn't open her up with his fingers, and she'd probably snarl at him if he tried anyways.
The bite of pain that accompanies him entering her there is muted and dull. It's the stretch, the fullness, that she feels most. It's perfect. He cannot wait either, and that's good, because she thinks she'll die if they leave even one place empty.
Hands pull the globes of her rear apart, holding her open, and any resistance he meets is conquered by force as his cock thrusts inside of her all the way to the knot.
"Bite me, please, daddy," she whines, offering the other side of her neck to him, unable to move or even think of resisting as he begins to pound into her in a punishing rhythm.
When he bites her, his hips do not stop, and when the bond flares with their joining, she can feel how close he is to his rut.
It should scare her to see how on edge he is, to feel how much he needs her, how little control he has.
It should scare her when she feels the conquering possession that fills him as he takes her ass with no concern for her comfort, thinking only of filling her.
Taking her. Of fucking his life force into her, strengthening her for her heat so they can empty their seed into her.
It should scare her.
But it doesn't.
She feels like she's free falling straight into a nest of feathers and safety. Because she is his. And she has never felt so cherished in her life.
"Yours," she breathes. "Please, daddy, I'm yours."
She is the one in heat, but his mind is clouded beyond hers, beyond the ability to produce speech.
But he understands her words, responding to them with his own release that triggers another wave of contractions around Alex's knot.
His cock barely softens in her ass and he makes no move to pull out of her.
She is spread wider than she ever has been in her life and full of their cum. It's bliss.
Until Silas' sharp scent catches her nose, burning her throat like she's just taken a shot of whiskey. Him. Oh, she needs him. He floods her already full senses and she shudders, her body arching for his touch.
"Oh, sweetheart," his murmurs, his voice so tender as his big hand cups her face. "You're burning up. Daddy's going to take care of you, baby. Make you feel better."
He leads his cock to her lips and her mouth waters as she catches it in her sights. So big, so perfect, just like the rest of him. Perfect and strong and alpha.
Her mouth opens and the taste of him is like liquid medicine against the molten heat churning in her belly.
"What a good girl," he says as she sucks him deep, hollowing out her cheeks, trying to demand more from his body. The praise fills her up as much as his cum will, she thinks.
When he cums, releasing his seed down her throat, it is good, but it's not enough. She needs more.
She thinks she must say it out loud, or maybe they can just feel it through the bond the same way she can feel how much they want to fuck the life out of her body until she's limp against them. She can feel so much violence in them, violence she has never once seen in the soft way they treat her.
It should scare her, she thinks again.
But it doesn't. Because the need she feels for them makes her vicious too, and she cannot stop her teeth from locking around Silas' wrist when he tries to pull his softening cock away from her.
He hisses in response, but when she reminds him he needs to bite her, he just smiles like she is the sun and moon both.
Alex's cock has softened enough to pull out of her, although Tomas snarls when the movement jostles him where he is still planted in her ass.
With a slightly exasperated huff, Silas urges them to roll back over so Charlotte is sprawled over Tomas' chest, legs spread and pussy dripping with the combined release of her and Alex.
She must be a mess. She must look like a disaster.
But when Silas' cock slides home and his teeth lock over the front of her throat, causing her to freeze and tighten around him as a tiny slip of fear trails through the slick-laden haze of her thoughts at how close he is to her jugular vein, she feels no disgust or disdain from him.
He loves the mess of her. He wants to make more of a mess of her. He wants to leave her sodden and filthy and used.
And there is no room for shame or disgust when her alphas need her so badly.
Her alphas. Her mates.
It's the last coherent thought she has for a while.