Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
Her dress brushed my pants as I escorted her. It was one of grand design, with silk underneath outlining her growing stomach, a lace covering clipped together with a werewolf pin, the colors rich in silvers and golds.
It made her look as royal as our own attire made us look alpha. But she was our queen, and the pack knew that. If only I could convince my parents of the same thing.
“What about it?” she asked, her brow furrowing, her hand automatically rubbing over her bump.
I wanted to hide her in our room and caress it, kiss it, make it hurt less.
The bruises were getting harder to ignore, the winces of pain, the tighter grip she had when using us to help her walk. It was all telling us she was close, and as exciting as that was, it was still hard to not feel fear over it.
Our city was being threatened, wolves were dying, my parents were visiting, her mother was in danger. They were all things I had hoped to solve by the time our child made it into the world.
I wanted Lorelai to have as much of a chance as possible. Cain had said it would get worse, that the potion would start to have less effect, the bite would not hold as much sway over her symptoms.
Eventually, her body would get too weak for the baby to use, and then she would labor. It was a terrifying concept. We were trying to keep her strong with the doctor’s help, but we were running out of time.
“My parents will ask of the paternity.”
“Who the father is?” she clarified.
I nodded. They wouldn’t accept the multiple arrangement as readily as we all had.
Kai and I had mated to her, and I suspected my parents were going to have something to say about that, possibly an accusation of witchery.
Brax had always been their favorite anyway. He had the shadows, and that was more power, which meant they thought he was best for the pack as a leader, but since I shared their blood, they had to support me as lead.
They just didn’t understand that we were all equal. Brax, Kai, and I led the pack together, loved Lorelai together. There was no preference to us, but to them, there was.
“What should I say?” she asked, wincing a little as her step faltered.
Pain pulsed in the mating link, and I supported more of her weight through her hold on my arm.
She was pale; she hadn’t been sleeping well. We had tried not to be the reason for that, but even without sex, she was not managing a full night of rest.
Lorelai rubbed her stomach, letting out a shuddery breath.
“You should try not to sound unsure. Try to steer them in the illusion that this child is ours without outright lying.”
“Easy peasy,” she breathed, her fingers digging into my arm. She paused and held herself up between me and the wall.
I frowned, the link spinning. I moved quickly and helped her to the nearest bench set against the long hall of the mansion, and she lowered herself into it.
“Sorry,” she breathed.
I knelt down next to her, brushing her curled hair back.
“Don’t be, beautiful. I’m sorry for asking this of you,” I apologized, guilt eating at me as I felt her cold cheeks, damp with sweat.
I should be letting her lie down, get her rest, but the pack was at war. The humans had killed more of the wolves, and they wouldn’t take it lying down.
I needed her human words to help convince the pack not to slaughter everyone in those villages.
“I’m okay, I can do this,” she said through heavy breaths, and pain filled my chest.
Her pain.
I hated not being able to do anything for her, so I looked around us, the halls empty.
Making sure no one was watching, I lifted her skirts.
I couldn’t bite her anywhere noticeable or my parents would see it and have something to say, but I could give her a bit of relief with a bite beneath her skirts.
She let out a sigh, knowing what was coming as she leaned back and held her skirts up, opening her thighs.
I licked my lips at the way she opened for me, wishing we had more time to take things further, but everyone was waiting.
“Derik,” she whispered, her eyes closing.
I leaned forward, brushing my lips against the skin of her thigh, moving her panties out of the way, teasing the flesh with my hot breath. She shivered beneath me as I did.
My cock stirred in my pants and I tried to convince it to behave, but it was rock hard within seconds. She had that effect on me.
I licked over the bite mark on her thigh, the one I used to rebrand her every day with my toxin.
She whimpered as I did, her fingers white-knuckling her dress right before I sank my canines into her sweet flesh.
She cried out, suffocating the sound with her arm over her mouth, her eyes clenching shut.
I pushed my toxin from my gums and teeth into her, the feeling like pure ecstasy inside me. My cock was painfully tight as she moaned and her hips writhed beneath me.
I pinned her, filling her with my toxin, knowing it was healing her as much as it could. I tried to resist the scent of her arousal, but it was like a siren call to my control, luring me in.
I brushed her pussy, the damp seam waiting for me, opening for me as she gasped and widened her legs.
“Cum for me, beautiful, hard and fast, okay?” I breathed against her, my teeth leaking, dripping the toxin down her thigh.
I swiped it up with my finger as she nodded, looking down at me with begging eyes that I couldn’t resist.
I adjusted myself in my pants, trying to relieve some of the ache right before I slid my fingers inside her begging pussy.
She cried out between the bite she had on her lip. I pumped her with my fingers that were coated in toxin, my mouth going to her clit, playing with it, teasing, scraping it with my teeth as she bucked against me.
Her hand gripped my head, pushing it down onto her, my fingers caressing her pussy walls with an expert touch that had learned exactly what she needed.
“Derik. Oh god.” She shuddered, letting go in record time as I tongued her clit in time with my thrusts, her orgasm leaking from her pussy and over my tongue.
She tasted so fucking good.
She was breathing hard by the time I was done with her, but in a good way this time. A relaxed, sated feeling connected us through the link.
I smirked up at her, giving her pussy one last kiss, her bite one last kiss as she sighed and closed her legs. I pulled her skirts down and wiped my mouth before looking up at her.
“Better?” I asked, and she nodded with a grin.
“So much better,” she said, then huffed, leaning forward.
I stood up and helped her stand with me, grimacing as my cock remained hard and pushing against my zipper.
“Uncomfortable?” She smirked, and I grinned.
“I can manage.”
“Or we skip dinner and I can take care of it for you?” She smirked again, but we both knew that wasn’t an option, no matter how badly I wanted it to be.
I looped my arm through hers again, and she leaned on me as we walked, the throb in my length slowly dissipating the farther we went.
“I will need your assistance once we get through this dinner. That is a promise, beautiful.”
I smirked down at her, and she cuddled into my side. Having her against me, the stolen private moment, made me feel like maybe we could get through the dinner without my parents having a hissy fit.
It was a long shot, but I had hope. She made it easy to have.
“I’ll show no weakness. This baby is yours. Any other notes?” she asked as we approached the guarded door.
I tensed involuntarily, and that panic from before started to consume me. Until her touch stole it.
“It’s okay, Derik. I’ve got this, and so do you,” she reassured me, and there was no way I couldn’t trust that when she believed it so wholeheartedly, her conviction so strong in the mating bond.
“I hope so. Let’s go,” I said, then moved past the guards who opened the double doors for us.
We walked in, and the silence was deafening. They all stopped and stared, the talking coming to a standstill as I led Lorelai around the tables to the one at the front.
My brothers and my parents were there, their frowns barely concealed beneath their growing wrinkles.
My father was tall and proud, his shoulders back, his graying hair slicked back down his back, straight and effortlessly neat.
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