Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
The trip between the forest pack lands and water pack lands was not as enjoyable as the previous carriage ride I had taken. The path along the river was rough terrain with constant tree roots and stones that made the carriage shake.
I moved with the roughness, constantly bumping into Atticus and Zachariah, who were on either side of me. But I didn’t mind the jiggling because the company was worth it. I was warm with comfort, sated beyond belief, and looking forward to seeing what Atticus had to convince me.
“How different is the Water Pack Territory?” I asked, looking up at Atticus next to me.
He smirked. “Different.”
“Not giving anything away?” I assumed. He smiled and kissed me as an answer. His kiss was warm and soft. I pulled back, but he tugged me straight back in with a strangled moan. He kissed me again, deepening it, cupping the back of my neck before bringing me onto his lap with his other huge arm.
I sighed into his kiss, meaning to pull back and tell him I had more questions, but my body was already taking over. It already burned for more of his touch. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t get enough.
I was addicted to them. Every touch was a flame to my core; every taste claimed my mind. I tried to be clear-headed, but then they grabbed me and made me feel things I hadn’t felt before them.
I knew the decision I had to make was huge, that the power that writhed beneath my skin and connected us all was only at bay because we kept fucking away the tension, but eventually, it had to end. I had to tie myself to one of them officially.
Right now, that seemed impossible to do when I wanted them all. It was a selfish want, and I had never thought of myself as selfish before. But when it came to the alphas? I was.
Atticus growled and gripped my ass, pushing me down on his cock, rubbing the hard length between my thighs. I had on a dress, but my underwear were barely a barrier when it came to Atticus. He used his weapon well, and I moaned, letting him manipulate my hips so I was grinding on him.
“I have more questions,” I broke apart from him, breathing hard, trying to get my clarity back. I had questions. I was not just a hole to fuck. I wanted to talk–to find out more. That’s what my head told me anyway.
My body ignored me, still burning away on Atticus. He nudged his face into my neck and stroked up the flesh with his tongue, nipping my earlobe.
“Ask them then, Fox.”
I sighed, turning my head to the side for him, trying to remember my questions.
“You’re distracting her, Atticus. Let her speak.” Dorian was grumpy this morning. He did not want to leave his territory.
“She is free to speak.” Atticus didn’t stop teasing me. I chuckled breathily and pulled back.
“The water pack. What do I need to know? Are there rules I should follow?”
Atticus shrugged, “Not for you.”
“What does that mean?” I frowned, running my fingers down the buttons of his shirt, wondering whether I should risk opening them just for a little touch of the muscle skin that lay beneath.
“It means that you, my Fox, can do whatever you please, and if any of my pack don’t like it, I will make sure they don’t voice their opinions.”
I smiled and kissed him. “If I were to live here, I need to know the rules I would be expected to live by.”
“I just told you them.” Atticus went back to kissing my neck. I sighed, my hips moving on their own, trying to get the friction going again.
“You told me nothing,” I panted as he moved my hips so my core rubbed his cock again.
Dorian huffed from the other side of the carriage. “Where my territory provides and trades, wood, rope, berries, herbs, and elk. Atticus controls the water. Their pack has a connection to it. His ancestor was chosen after almost drowning. The first wolf saved him, offered him the chance to become something else. He took it and has heard the water whispers ever since.”
“The first wolf?” There were not many stories I’d heard on that.
“You may meet him. He wanders between the packs but has a residence in the grasslands.”
“He still exists? How long do you all live?”
Zachariah was the one who leaned forward then. “We choose to stop shifting for a long period and our magic stops, seeping back into the realm. We can live a long time if we choose. Eventually, if we don’t stop shifting, our magic chooses for us, wearing out and passing onto our heirs. There are suspicions that once we have children, our magic starts leaving. We grow weaker so they can be stronger.”
“Wow.” The werewolves fascinated me. They were so different from us and yet we coexisted, despite Silas trying to ruin that sentiment. “So you are connected to the water?”
Atticus nodded, lifting my skirts so he could pull my underwear out of the way. He tore them off.
“I needed those.”
“Not for what I want to do with you,” he smirked, then lifted me by my hips and placed himself at my entrance.
I gasped as he lowered me onto him.
“My pack offers fresh water to the realm. Supplies the entire thing from the Great Lake. We have moss and algae that heal, fish that feed, water that washes.” He spoke with a tight, gruff voice, entering me over and over.
I gasped, holding his shoulders, my nails digging in. I tried to process what he said, but I was being taken over by desire.
“And you live in villages like the humans?” I asked through pants of my strained breath.
He chuckled, the sound making me clench around him.
“No, Fox, but you’ll find out when we get there. The humans live in stone villages around one half of the Great Lake, but the wolves? We’re much more vain,” he smirked.
I went to answer, but he filled me deeply, forcing a moan from my lips. I couldn’t think or speak when he was inside me like he was, stretching me, making me ache in the best ways. And I had no choice but to give in to it.
I gave up on trying to hold a conversation and started sinking onto him as harshly as my body demanded me to. I rode his lap, sliding up and down, his thick tip hitting my core as I moaned and held him.
He moved us fast, his own groans filling the carriage. He was a loud lover, and every sound he made had my body almost combusting.
I trembled on the edge, panting as he pulled my mouth to his. My dress around us, the royal blue fabric contrasting against the crimson velvet of the carriage seat.
Atticus came with me when I fell, grunting and cursing as he filled me, teasing at my clit so my orgasm hit me even harder. I clutched his cock inside me, milking it as he emptied himself.
I collapsed onto him, my head resting on his shoulder as my eyes fluttered closed.
“How long until we get there?” I asked softly.
Atticus brushed my hair down, running his fingertips down my arms. He pressed his thumbs into my calves, massaging me. I sighed at the touch and relaxed even more.
“A while. We’re using the long trail, so it leads around to the back entrance. The humans use the front entrance, but I want you to see where we come in.”
“Okay,” I sighed.
“It’s near the mountain your family was known to reside in,” Zachariah murmured, his eyes catching mine as I flung them open. I sat up, wincing at the ache between my legs.
“I thought that mountain range was forbidden? We were told to leave.” I remembered that much. We had been told to leave the mountain range. The wolves had said it wasn’t safe.
“It wasn’t safe for humans. The rogue population was growing, and more humans who weren’t under our protection were going missing.”
“My grandmother told me about that,” I admitted, climbing off Atticus. I fixed my dress and sat down next to Zachariah and him again.
“The entrance to the water territory is through the water, then runs under the mountain,” Atticus grinned.
“There is no cave or entrance there,” I frowned, remembering foraging over the forest for food and supplies. I had never seen a cave or entrance.
“You’ll see, Fox. Patience.”
I had patience. I had waited five years to escape the vampires. I could wait to find out what was making Atticus smile so wide.
Zachariah pulled me to him then, leaning in to take my scent in.
“You smell like Atticus,” he grimaced.
I chuckled, “I wonder why.” Sarcasm dripped from my words.
Zachariah smirked and pulled me in, his eyes meeting mine. “Let’s change that, shall we?”
I grinned and kissed him. He kissed me back, pulling me onto his lap so I was seated properly, facing Dorian.
I moaned as Zach lifted me with his arm and pulled himself free, keeping us covered with his cloak and my dress. A secret fuck that was only ours.
His piercing rubbed my entrance, and I sucked in a breath. That thing was as dangerous as Atticus’s size.
Zachariah slowly entered me, his breath falling on my shoulder.
I lost myself to him, loving that the idea of my scent mixed with the others drove them all wild.
I stayed on Zachariah, setting the pace slow and leisurely until I needed more. I took my orgasm from him, doing the work, lifting myself, and sliding back down.
He sat back in the seat and watched. I felt his eyes on my back, his hand in my long red curls.
He drew lazy circles over my skin, leaned back like he was relaxed as I took us to the edge. I shuddered around him and came so close. When I did, he wrapped his arm around me.
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