I fist my cock and raise her ass up just enough that I can enter her. Her lush thighs feel like magic under my fingertips. She gasps as I push myself deeper inside of her warm cunt, and I catalog the sound to memory. My lips are on her neck, ravishing her sweet skin, and her hand tugs on mine to play with her clit. In this position, there aren’t a ton of options for movement, so we’re mostly rocking against each other. I can’t help it when she gets close to my knot. I nibble at the tender flesh at the side of her throat, and she clenches around me.
I’m so focused on Charlotte I nearly forget about Mikael staring at us and jerking off. Charlotte removes her hand from her clit and basically gives Mikael a grabby hands gesture. He comes to her easily, no more of the resistance that he had earlier. Deep down I knew he would give in. I’m happy he at least got his head out of his ass to be here for this moment.
She crashes her lips against his while I continue kissing her throat and rocking into her pussy. Charlotte is whining, and I groan, knowing that she’s close and so am I. With a firm grip on her hips, I push her down, making her take my knot. She moans against Mikael’s mouth, and he devours the noise.
“That’s it. Fuck, you feel good, Omega.” I feel my knot swelling inside of her warm pussy, and my back arches, the back of my head hitting the mirror. Her pussy milks me for what feels like eternity. My thighs go numb from sitting on this counter, having her on my lap, and this earth-shattering orgasm. There’s a slight mix of me and her dripping down my thighs, and she shivers on top of me.
I stroke her arms, and she pets Mikael’s hair.
“More,” she pleads with him.
“What do you need? Hmm? This pussy still needs attention?” She nods her head in response. A quiet rumble comes from Mikael’s chest as he bends down onto his knees and pushes Charlotte’s legs apart. As a team player, I help spread her for Mikael. No care in the word that he sees me locked inside of her. “Such a pretty, greedy pussy, isn’t it?”
Charlotte gasps, and her head rests against my shoulder as Mikael licks and sucks her clit. She’s shaking, her pussy clenching around my cock and knot as he brings her closer and closer to the edge. My knuckles are nearly white on her thighs, holding her open for Mikael.
“Yes. Uhh, fuck,” Charlotte mutters.
“So good for your Alphas,” I tell her, wishing I could hold her throat, but my hands are preoccupied with keeping her wide open as she continues dripping slick down my balls and thighs. I kiss her neck and can’t help but groan every time she shifts or grips me in pleasure. Mikael is quiet, just eating her pussy and bringing her closer to her second orgasm. I know it hits her when she tries to close her thighs, which I have to forcibly keep open, and her grip on Mikael’s hair becomes lethal.
She trembles on my lap and moans as she rides out her second orgasm. Mikael stands to his tall height and wipes her slick off onto his forearm. His dick is still hard as he stares down at our Omega.
He grins. A true grin. It’s almost terrifying, only because I don’t see it often. Then he leans forward and kisses Charlotte.
“So fucking sweet.”
She shivers in my arms as my knot goes down and releases us. My stomach rumbles, and I groan in irritation. I try to think about the last time I ate, but as I watch Mikael hold out an arm for Charlotte to help her down, I realize I can leave them alone.
“I’m gonna eat. Want anything?” I ask them. Charlotte shakes her head and presses against Mikael.
“A sandwich would be awesome,” Mikael says, and I nod my head, kiss the side of Charlotte’s matted hair, and make my way downstairs.
I feel relief but wonder how Charlotte is going to feel when she comes to. Is she going to regret everything we’ve done? Will she feel uncomfortable? I doubt it. She seems pretty confident in her sexuality. I make a mental note to look up Omega behavior after heat, but I’ll do that after I eat and catch up on some much needed sleep.
Chapter twenty-three
“Let’sshower,”Isayto Charlotte as soon as Anders leaves. She frowns at me, and if I have to use my Alpha bark on her, I will. “Mon doux,you haven’t showered all heat.” She still looks pissed, with her ratty hair and her arms crossed against her chest. I can’t help but think how adorable she looks.
Fucking great. Now I’m a goddamn sap. I knew this shit would happen. That I’d give in and be wrapped around her small, dainty finger. I turn on the shower spray and sigh as she looks at me with her eyes squinted. No doubt, I look fuzzy as hell right now, but she can’t shower with glasses, and none of us are fucking brave enough to put new contacts in for her. Anders nearly gave up taking her contacts out, but when we Googled what could happen if you leave them in, he persevered. Thank fuck for Anders. I grab her hand and direct her into the shower. The warm water trails down her body, and she sighs and leans against me.
Instinctively, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. She smells like a mix of all of us and her natural scent. I do think her perfume is going down in potency though. So I wonder when her heat will be over. The fact that the three of us made it this far is honestly quite the accomplishment. Without Anders, I imagine she would have left here with at least one bond mark.
I move her under the spray and look at all the products in the shower, grabbing the conditioner to hopefully get some of these tangles out. Her eyes are closed as she steps out of the stream of water, and I lather her hair. She hums at my hands, rubbing her scalp, and I do my best to not tug on her hair.
“Fuck, there are a lot of knots.”
She snorts, which makes me laugh.
“You in there, Charlotte? Making jokes about knots.”
“Mmm,” is all I get as a reply.
I sigh and work through her hair. “I don’t know why I ever thought you would tear me and the guys apart. You made us closer in ways that I never imagined.”
She snorts again, and I laugh, my legs feeling like Jello, and she’s leaning a lot of her weight against me. “Let’s sit on the bench.” I expect her to follow, but she doesn’t. She stands under the water, clearing all the conditioner out of her hair. I sit on the bench and hold my hands out for her. She squints but isn’t uncoordinated as she reaches me. I expect her to sit on my lap, but she slowly brings her knees to the tile floor.
Her hands glide over my thighs as she looks up at me with half-lidded eyes.
“Charlotte, you don’t have to do that right now.”
