Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
“I am trying to picture my life here. Or even in the Forest Territory, but I struggle. Wolves know their place; they have hobbies and things to keep them busy. I can’t imagine what I would do with myself with such freedoms,” I admitted, not sure how long it would take to feel comfortable in any place that wasn’t my old mountain.
The reality of it was that I didn’t know the alphas that well. I knew them on the surface, and I was getting to know them bit by bit. But there were three of them, and I had such a short span of time to decide.
What if I made the wrong decision and resented where I ended up? After spending time with Dorian in his territory and now Atticus, it did worry me.
Dorian had to be the best–he was always training. Would he have time for me? Would he want time with me once we were settled into his life? Would his pack even follow my lead? Did I want to lead?
And then Atticus. He had secrets–a door I wasn’t allowed behind. Women that knew him as intimately as I did. A lifestyle of getting what he wanted. What if I wasn’t enough to keep him satisfied? What if I couldn’t do any of the things that his people could? And what if whatever was behind that secret door was a deal breaker?
Atticus patted my thigh then and brought me back from my thoughts. I glanced at him.
“C’mon, Fox. I’ve got something else to show you to help you get out of your head,” Atticus grinned and stood up.
“You can’t keep showing her your cock and expecting to win, Atticus,” Zach shook his head.
Atticus’ grin widened. “Yes, I can. You’ve seen it. But this time, I have another idea,” he said, then scooped me up before I could walk.
“Atticus. Please put me down. Being carried is for children, and that is not the precedent I want to set. I’m already human–weaker than you all. Not walking on my own shows everyone I am even weaker than that.”
Atticus glanced down at me, hesitating before nodding. He put me down, and I leaned against him, kissing him. “Thank you.”
He pulled my face to his. “Not a single wolf in my pack would dare think that. I promise you.”
I believed that. They trusted Atticus not to choose that. But he wasn’t choosing. I was.
When that came out, I had to make sure they knew I had chosen them too.
“Where are we going?” Dorian asked, frowning as Atticus led us to the far ends of the palace through hall after hall and up into the top of the palace.
We went up to one of the square towers, and he opened a thick wooden door. When we stepped onto the rooftop, my mouth dropped.
There was a huge bathing pool. The steam of it wafted into the sky, which was darkening as the moon rose.
There were candles lit, and soft vanilla and berry scents in the air.
“Want to take a bath, Fox?” he asked, already stripping off his clothes. I nodded eagerly, the hot water calling to me.
The trinket fell out of my dress when I took it off.
I climbed into the hot water with it, sighing as my muscles instantly relaxed. Even Zachariah let out a sigh. Dorian’s usually serious demeanor changed too. It was magic.
“Would you like me to put it in?” Atticus asked, sitting on the stone bench on the inside of the bathing pool. It was the perfect size to fit us all in.
Atticus’ words rang in my ears. “Put it in where?” I demanded. Atticus laughed at what I had guessed he meant.
“It is not for your pussy, Fox. It is for your hair. A blue braid to represent our pack.” He grabbed the trinket and turned me to face the stone wall barricade that made up the tower. He started weaving the blue leather around my red hair.
“I have one similar; I will wear it with you while we are here,” he smiled, finishing the braid and kissing my shoulder.
I smiled back at him and then kissed him. He groaned and pulled me straight onto his waist.
As soon as I was there, Zachariah and Dorian stood, coming in close behind me.
Zachariah leaned in, kissing over my neck. Dorian leaned in next, his lips by my ear. “We’re sharing you tonight, Sweet Siren.”
I shivered, the words alone doing something to my body that made me desperate for them.
18. The Hum
Sex with the alphas never got boring. I never grew tired of the way they touched me, and the ache they left never made me want a break.
I wanted more. Always.
It could be the magic that had seeped into me from the realm and the blood moon, but whatever it was, I loved it.
They made me feel so desired, so loved, so together. I had been lonely for most of my life with pain in my heart that I wouldn’t wish on anyone, but the more the alphas gave me of them, the more I felt like that hurt might heal.
I was splayed on the top of the water, my legs open, my pussy being devoured by a very greedy Atticus.
I was burning beneath his pleasure, my body trembling with heat as he tortured me with strokes against my clit.
Zachariah and Dorian were on either side of me, my hands on their cocks.
I stroked them in time with what Atticus did to my body, our pleasure completely in sync. It rippled through me with each lap of the water against my body.
And there was something about the water. It felt so good and warm against me. It felt its connection seeping into my bones as I was ravaged.
Atticus growled between my legs, Zachariah stared intensely at me as Dorian leaned over me to play with my breasts peeking up through the water.
It was so much all at once that I couldn’t help the sounds that escaped my lips.
They spent so much time on me, worshipping me. It was an experience I didn’t know how to handle.
Zachariah stared, his eyes always on me as he pleasured my body. Atticus filled the night sky with his sounds of appreciation every time I touched him, or he touched mine. And Dorian was obsessive, touching as much of me as he could. His caresses were infinite, always drawing out more and more from my body.
I shuddered and orgasmed over and over, my moans and sounds becoming as easy as breathing.
A hum started beneath my skin and I thought it was another orgasm, but with Zachariah kissing down my neck, holding me against his body in the water, Atticus fingering me, and Dorian caressing my breasts, I wanted more.
I needed the friction.
I whimpered, my moans turning everything inside my body up.
It was overwhelming the way it felt. My blood was on fire, my desperation clear.
I broke from them and turned, pushing Zachariah back onto the seat around the edge of the tub.
I straddled him and sunk onto him, his eyes holding mine.
I sighed, the noise turning to a moan. The water was warm, lapping at my skin as I rode Zach.
“Someone is impatient,” Dorian breathed across my neck.
I nodded. “I need it.”
And I did. Something clawed at me, a desperate craving that wasn’t sated. I needed more.
And it was getting even more ravenous.
I rode Zach hard, his hands digging into my hips.
I took him straight to his release, fucking him until he filled me with his cum. I cried out, the sound different than usual.
But I couldn’t care. Not when the fire in my veins was demanding more.
I didn’t understand it, but I could barely breathe through it.
“Dorian,” I panted, climbing off Zachariah, who looked flushed and close to passing out.
Atticus was frowning as he looked on, but I couldn’t stop to see what was wrong.
Not yet. I needed more.
Dorian lifted me onto his waist and slid inside me. A moan broke from my lips, and I cried out as Dorian slammed inside me.
He was a tall man with a thick cock that usually had me on the verge of coming, but even after another orgasm, I still felt the clawing.
I drained him too, rushing for his release until he gave it to me. He was almost there when I felt Atticus at my back.
“It’s okay, Fox. I think I know what you need,” he whispered into my ear.
His fingers brushed my asshole, and I tensed.
“I’ve never–“
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