Chapter Twenty-Seven
Charlotte
Their hands are everywhere, stroking her hair, her arms, her thighs. But it's not enough.
"Charlotte," Alex's voice is exasperated but she can feel his amusement through the bond. "Let Silas go. Come on, open your mouth, baby."
She growls at him. No, she thinks. He's hers. She's not going to let him go. Her teeth bite down harder, filling her mouth with the tangy metallic taste of his blood.
Perfect. Just perfect.
Silas' hips stutter below her before continuing the deep, pussy-drenching thrusting he had been giving her.
Another orgasm ripples through her, over Silas' cock in her pussy and tightening around Alex's cock in her ass. She doesn't know how long it's been, but the need is still clawing at her, threatening to consume her if they don't give her more.
Tomas kneels beside her, leisurely stroking his cock. The fierceness she had felt from him initially has dulled back into a heated possession. It grounds her. Keeps her from spinning apart into a million pieces she'd never be able to pick up herself.
Her mind is a blur, just flashes of sensation and want and aching need. She whines, releasing her alpha so she can open her mouth for Tomas once more. As if waiting for her cue, he slides his cock in, choking her with it and making her head spin as he cuts off her air supply.
Silas' warm palms encircle her waist, holding her in place so he can fuck her harder. Yes, alpha, please...
Alex's lips brush the back of her neck over his claiming bite, making her see stars. Oh god, she needed more.
Tomas' hands tangle in her hair so he can fuck her face, brutal and relentless and perfect. But it's not enough, still not enough. Helplessness consumes her and tears spring in her eyes, only partially from choking on his cock.
"Shh," they rumble around her, soothing her instantly.
"Just relax, baby," Silas murmurs beneath her. "Let us take care of you."
Hands pat her, gentle and soothing, but each gentle touch only makes the hunger worse. She’s drenched, her thighs slick, every nerve ending crying out.
They respond perfectly, taking her with such force that her vision whites out again and time is lost once more.
When she comes to, she is empty. Horribly, achingly empty. Silas' mouth is between her legs and she is practically sitting on his face as his tongue laps at her clit in quick, rhythmic flicks before he sucks it into his mouth.
"Sweetheart, you're bleeding. Let us tend to you like this," Alex's voice is beseeching and she rears back and bites him like a snake attacking its prey. He makes no effort to stop her, not even when she bites down hard enough to draw blood once more.
If anything, he just holds her steadier where she is awkwardly poised over him, holding her head to his chest so she can mark him as hers. Didn't he know she needed him?
"I know, baby," he says soothingly. "I'm sorry. Just give your little body a break. It's your first heat–"
She hisses like a snake now, tearing away from him and glaring at him with venom she hadn't ever known she possessed.
"No more apologizing," she snarls. "And no more writing cheques!"
She didn't know where that came from, and neither did they, apparently.
"Charlotte..." Whatever he's about to say is cut off with another growl.
"No more!" She repeats. "I am yours. Whatever you want. For the rest of our lives. I don't care if I'm bleeding. Just no more apologizing!"
They seem stunned for a moment, but then, surprisingly, it's Alex who cocks his head at her like a predator and slams her back into the bed with a fist around her throat, knocking her off Silas' face and pressing her back into the fabric of her nest.
Her eyes go wide at the uncharacteristically rough treatment but then his cock is pressing inside her. His voice, when he asks, is as light as it always is. "Who makes the rules here, Charlotte?"
When she doesn't respond, he thrusts forwards again. "Hm? Tell me, sweetheart. Who makes the rules here?"
"Y-you do, daddy," she shivers with the feral possession in each thrust, the claim she can feel through the bond, filling her with warmth and safety.
"That's right, baby. And if I want to apologize for something, do you think you're going to stop me?"
"N-no, daddy," she answers quickly, all fight leaving her as quickly as it had come, the hissing snake inside of her tamed back into submission.
"And if I want to take care of you, are you going to say no?"
"No, daddy," she answers again.
She can feel Tomas' hands slipping between their bodies, rubbing at her clit as Alex claims her. She can hear their voices murmuring praise and promises but the words all blur together as a low hum vibrates through her bones and straight into the core of her.
Theirs. All theirs. So safe. Her daddies will take care of her...
She comes apart but their hands hold her together, each cry muffled against skin and lips and tongues and teeth. Her body trembles so hard she nearly cries because it's still not enough. The heat is a living thing now, gnawing at her, twisting her up so tight she thinks it might never end.
"We're here, my love," Tomas purrs for her. My love... she would never get tired of hearing that from him. Her stern, handsome, intelligent, intimidating Mr. Front... he loved her.
"That's right," he says and she can hear a smile in his voice even though her vision has gone white once more, none of the shapes in front of her making any sense. "My only love."
She feels his hand slide lower between her thighs, and she spreads her legs wider, greedy for him, for any of them.
Silas hands hold her tight, pressing her to the bed, his hands strong on her torso as Tomas pushes his fingers into her along with Alex's cock.
Slow and steady and perfect with the fullness when he angles them towards the front of her sex.
She cries out, nails digging into flesh, but the pain is drowned by pleasure, by need, by the urgent sense that she will die if she isn’t filled and claimed by her alphas.
Alex moves slowly as she accustoms herself to this new sensation, his forehead pressed to hers, his voice a litany of praise. “You’re so good, you’re perfect, we love you, that's it, good girl.”
It’s all a sweaty wet blur, their limbs tangled together, Tomas' hand maddeningly stroking her clit with his palm as Alex's cock batters into her.
Silas turns her face towards him to kiss her, his tongue claiming her mouth, sloppy and open and entirely unashamed.
When her orgasm hits she screams, her whole body locking around them.
But it isn’t enough. The heat claws at her, relentless, aching for more.
She's moved—lifted, rearranged—until she's on her knees, riding Alex now.
Tomas positions himself in front of her, Silas behind.
Tomas' cock is thick, the head and knot an angry red colour, but when he presses to her lips, she opens eagerly, letting him fill her mouth.
Silas parts her cheeks, gentle as he slides into her abused rear entrance.
She moans around Tomas, the fullness at her mouth matched by the slow press of Silas' cock inside her ass. It hurts at first, the flesh tender and bruised, but his voice is in her ear, soothing and praising, filling the pain with comfort.
He begins fucking her harder, and she can feel his greedy pleasure as he takes her like this. She moans, Tomas' cock slipping from her lips as she pants for breath.
She's full, impossibly full—Silas buried in her ass, Alex's knot filling her pussy. They move together, bodies pressed close, surrounding her with their scents.
The pleasure is blinding, electric, a white-hot burn that razes her to the core. Alex’s hand finds her clit, stroking her as they thrust in tandem, and she splinters, her vision going white as she screams their names.
Tomas fucks her throat again, as gentle as he can with her heat pheromones still pumping in the air hot and heady. Silas and Alex fuck her through the aftershocks, coaxing her higher, deeper, until she doesn’t know where she ends and they begin.
When Tomas at last cums down her throat, she collapses against Alex's chest, unable to hold herself up any longer. Her alpha holds her close, his arms barring around her as he continues to fuck up into her, his mouth pressing kisses into her sweaty skin.
"All this time," he breathes next to her ear. "I have dreamed about this since the first moment I saw you."
That can't be true, can it?
"B-but... you never... said anything. Gwen said... you didn't want any commitments." Her voice is trembling and hoarse. It sounds like someone else's. How long has it been since she last spoke? Her throat is raw from how deeply they've been fucking her there and she has no concept of time anymore.
"That's before we knew she was going to bring us you, Charlotte," he repeats, and his voice is so earnest, and there's no hiding the truth from her through the bond. He's not lying.
Her head swims with it.
"I thought you wanted another omega. I thought you were just keeping me around until you found the right one, and then you would send me away."
She can feel tears spring to her eyes as she says it, her chest feeling like it might crack open saying these words out loud. Words she had never allowed herself to say before. Words that had destroyed her.
"Never," Silas says, and his voice cracks too. "You're the only one for us, sweetheart."
There is a moment of pause, hazy and feverish, and then Tomas grips her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes squint, trying to make him out, but it's enough for him.
"Can you take more, sweetheart?" he asks, voice thick.
She nods.
That's all he needs. She can feel him jostling with Silas behind her, making room.
Alex kisses her, gentle and reassuring against her slack lips, and then she feels Tomas' cock prodding.
She freezes as he slips lower, the copious fluids making him glide easily between their heated flesh. And then he presses into her pussy alongside Alex, two cocks stretching her impossibly wide, filling her so completely she can only sob, her nails clawing at Alex's chest.
It hurts, but she wants it, needs it. The pain is a new, bright thread in the overwhelming tapestry of pleasure.
They move together, slow and careful, smothering the bond and monitoring her for any sign of pain.
She clings to her alphas, taking everything they give, her body burning at the edge of what she can bear.
When her climax comes again it’s volcanic, a shattering release that leaves her sobbing and shaking, and held tight by her pack. Their voices blur together as they empty into her. She floats somewhere high above them, knotted and tied. Claimed. Theirs.
She is weightless and formless, only existing in them. Their love fills her up, holding her securely in strong arms that will never let her go. Hands stroke through her hair and lips press kisses to her flesh.
“You’re ours,” they whisper, one after another. “We're going to take care of you. Always.”