There’s a knock on the door, and I groan, quickly answering it. I need to get up to the bedroom and be with Charlotte. As I swing the door open, Charlotte’s mom, Kathy, is smiling back at me.
“Hello, dear.”
“Hi, Kathy,” I say in a panicked tone. She grabs my forearm. “You alright, Eli?”
“This is probably really messed up to say to you as Charlotte’s mom, but I have no clue what I’m doing. I’m going to fuck it up.” She laughs, and I wince. “Sorry for my language, ma’am.”
“It’s okay. Just follow your instincts. I trust you three to take good care of Charlotte. You can all call me if you need anything, okay? I’d go up and see her, but I know she will only want her Alphas in the nest right now.”
I nod my head and blink at her. Did she come over to specifically give me a pep talk? “I’m here to get Hank.”
“Right,” I say as the massive beast comes rambling down the hallway and stands at Kathy’s side.
“Just make her comfortable and treat her like you already do,” Kathy says again. She leans forward and gives me a hug. “You’re a good man, Eli. She trusts you, and so do I.”
This woman is more motherly than my mom’s right fingernail and I appreciate her pep talk.
“Thanks, Kathy. I promise we’ll take care of her.”
“I know you will. Come on, Hank.”
The dog looks back into the house, like he knows Charlotte is here somewhere, but follows Kathy nonetheless. I take a few deep breaths; I can do this.
The lights are off in my bedroom, but the sun peeks through the blinds, and I look in the room. Mikael is sitting on the bed looking exacerbated and Anders is knocking on the bathroom door.
“Charlotte, sweetheart, just tell us what you need.”
“Too bright,” she says through the door. Her voice sounds like she’s been crying. I groan and leave the room to grab the staple gun from the garage along with the black, thick comforter from Mikael’s room.
When I get back, both of my teammates are in the same position. “Help me,” I tell Mikael, and he stands as I have him hold one side of the comforter against the window and I hold the other. I staple along the top of the window, making the most busted curtain possible, but it blocks all the light. The room is pitch-fucking-black. “Go grab the clear Christmas lights from the front door,” I tell Mikael. He nods and goes to take them down in just his underwear. It takes him a few minutes. But once he’s back, we use the staple gun to pattern the lights into a heart on the wall. My parents are going to fucking kill me for doing so much damage to the walls.
“Kulta, Eli blocked the sun and got you pretty lights. Will you come out?” Anders asks her softly, a voice that is specifically saved for Charlotte.
She cracks the door and peaks out, completely naked with her blonde hair in slight disarray. No care in the world or need to cover herself. I swallow thickly. I’m not ashamed of the fact that I’m nervous or that I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m just going to try my best and hope that’s enough. Mikael relaxes on the bed, and his posture isn’t as stiff as she walks in the room. I wonder what shifted between them in the last few hours. Whatever it is, I’m happy about it.
Her gaze follows the stapled, fucked-up heart on the wall, and she smiles. She approaches me and cups my face.
“On the bed.” I blink at her a few times. “Now,” she demands.
“Charlotte, are you hungry?” Mikael asks, and she scowls at him and pushes my chest. I don’t move, so she pushes again, and I finally give her what she wants. My back hits the cloud of blankets that she’s piled onto my bed, and she climbs on top of me. My heart rate is beating a million beats per minute as she climbs on top of me. Her dripping pussy sits on my abs as she leans forward and licks me from my nipple to my jaw.
“Jesus Christ.” My hands are tight on her hips. I worry I squeeze too hard, but she nips my neck playfully.
“Need you.”
“What do you need, Char, baby?”
“Please, Alpha,” she keens, and it goes straight to my dick. I didn’t know begging would be a thing for me. But fuck, it sounds pretty coming from her plump, pink lips. I squeeze her ass again and look down, my stomach covered in slick, and I groan. Her scent is so thick in the room I feel like I’m in a haze.
“I want you to make a mess of me first, baby. Get that pussy nice and dripping for me.” I rock her cunt along the ridges of my abdomen, her hands are firmly planted on my chest, and I watch her pupils dilate as she uses my body for her pleasure. “Marking me all up with that sweet scent, aren’t you? Give me a taste.”
I guess I expected her to use her finger to put some slick in my mouth, but she doesn’t. She glides her whole body up mine and plants her pussy right on top of my mouth. This woman is a fucking queen, and I’m going to give her the treatment she deserves. Her hands are planted on the wall as she rides my face. She takes what she wants. I’m not even doing much, except sucking her clit when she lets me. More of her weight presses down on my face as she moans, and I feel her slick drip down the sides of my lips. I groan and fist my cock with one hand, stroking myself as she lets me devour her release.
Maybe there should be some shame that I know Mikael and Anders are watching this happen, but I feel none. She’s not just mine, and I understand that. They will both have their moments with her, but right now it feels like Charlotte and I are in our own lust bubble. I’m surrounded by her scent, her warm skin, her delicate touches, and tantalizing moans. I want to bottle this moment up and keep it forever. It’s like I never knew my purpose in life, but caught up in this woman, it feels like I found it.
She slides down my chest, kissing me frantically. No care in the world that I’m covered in her slick. “Please,” she begs.
I gulp and nod my head. Fisting my cock, I wet the tip with her dripping pussy. Her hands are pressed against my chest again as she slides down my length, moaning the whole way down. She doesn’t even give me a second to take it all in before her ass is perched against my thighs and my knot is fully inside her. It’s not at its full size, but I buck up into her anyway.
