Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
He bucked harder, and I locked my leg in tighter, my back bowing as I tried to fit everything he pushed into me inside my body.
But the tension grew and grew.
I leaned up, and his mouth found mine.
He was so tall that he had to arch down to me, but it gave him more access to my dripping pussy.
He slammed into it, and I came, my moan falling on his lips as my eyes clenched shut.
Pleasure swarmed my body in wave after wave of heat.
It made me shudder against him, hold him tighter as the rest of me relaxed into sated bliss.
He grunted seconds later and came, stilling against my hips, his seed filling me up.
I whimpered as he did, kissing him again.
His soft lips tugged at mine as he caressed down my spine with lazy draws of his finger.
“You call to something inside me, Sweet Siren. Something I thought was buried for good,” he said, tucking a strand of my red hair behind my ear.
I blushed, panting to catch my breath.
“I don’t mean to,” I said softly.
He smiled and kissed me again–“Which is why it is so special.”
“Hurry up, I’m about to blow my load and I’m not even in her,” Atticus growled from next to the bed.
As much as the wolves were being civil because they had to share me, they were still bickering like siblings.
They each wanted a turn with me but without the others.
It made my core burn for them all, and I had to admit, having them all together wouldn’t be so bad–at least it wasn’t in my head.
“Learn control, Atticus. Desperation doesn’t become you,” Zachariah said through a dry tone, taunting Atticus, who just growled at him and gave himself another stroke.
“The way my Fox comes, I’m not ashamed to admit I’m desperate for her to be on my cock when she does it,” Atticus grinned, stepping forward.
I smiled up at him, his compliment making me blush.
“If he’s too rough with you, Sweet Siren, say the word and I’ll remove him,” Dorian promised.
I smiled, thinking about how rough he was.
And how much I liked it.
“I kind of like it rough. I think. Sometimes,” I said, not entirely sure because I was so new to the world of pleasure.
Definitely not as experienced as they were.
Atticus grinned and knelt on the bed.
He shuffled forward, and I met him on my knees, leaning up to kiss him.
“I’ll only give you what I know you can handle, Fox. You’re easy to read; I won’t go too far.”
His promise made me tremble, and I bit down on my lip.
I didn’t mean to be nervous or even shy, but the words they said were as new as the feelings they gave me.
Affection, tenderness, loving touches, and words were all things that had been missing from my life for so long.
I had forgotten they existed.
But the alphas were doing their best at reminding me, and I wanted that from them.
I had to get to know them, and I needed them to know me before I could decide, so if this is what I had to experience and get used to, then I wasn’t complaining.
Atticus lifted me onto his waist, then lay me back down on the bed, kissing me roughly with tugs on my mouth that drew heat from my core.
He was different from Dorian.
His touch was sure and accurate.
He moved his hands over my body with purpose.
Dorian used a soft touch–a caressing one that seduced me into the moment.
Atticus had a different tactic.
He explored every intense pleasure spot I had until I was a writhing mess.
He used his mouth, his fingers, his tongue everywhere on my body, finding every part of me that made me squirm.
I cried out as he nipped at the flesh of my neck.
Zachariah growled, shaking the tree and ripping Atticus off me.
I shivered and sat up, my eyes wide as they faced each other off.
“No marking,” Zachariah snarled, “Not until she has chosen. Control yourself, Atticus, or I swear to the Moon Goddess I’ll bury you.”
Was it wrong to think it was hot the way they couldn’t control themselves and the way they defended me?
Atticus looked apologetic, though.
He nodded once, glaring at Zachariah before getting back on the bed.
Dorian hovered, ready to intervene.
Atticus kissed me softly, softer than he ever had.
“Sorry, Fox. Got carried away with your scent. It’s something else,” he shook his head.
I put my hands on either side of his face, kissing him.
“I know. Sorry,” I whispered against him, guilt chewing at me.
I didn’t mean for my scent to be so potent or to affect him enough to steal his control.
It was hot, but I knew it was also dangerous.
The vampires had proven that.
Atticus growled low in his chest, kissing me harder.
When he pulled back, his eyes were red. “Don’t ever apologize for your scent, Fox. It is the only sweet thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing, and I would not take it back for all the control in the world.”
He kissed me then, spreading my legs before his cock thrust inside me.
I winced as he stretched me again, gripping his biceps.
He moved slow for a few thrusts, his chest flushed, his breaths short and sharp.
“So fucking tight, Fox. Fucking hell,” he cursed more than I had ever heard, and it made me smile through the pleasure that was swirling in my core.
Atticus cursed again, thrusting harder. “That laugh. It makes you clutch me.”
He kissed me, starting to move at a faster rhythm.
I wrapped my legs around his huge thighs and sighed as pleasure unfurled in every part of me, heat taking up space in my bloodstream.
“You’re going to be the death of me with the way you feel.” His tongue swiped along my lips. “The way you taste.”
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