Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
“I know, but it will help.”
I hadn’t considered both at the same time, but it sounded amazing, so I nodded.
Atticus slipped his fingers in my ass. I gasped, bucking against them both.
Dorian’s brow was damp, and he kept going but stumbled.
I almost dropped, but Zach was there to steady us.
“Keep going, she needs it,” Atticus grumbled.
I couldn’t agree more. Not that I could speak; I was lost to the pleasure.
“She’s siphoning me. Draining me,” Dorian growled.
Atticus nodded. “Keep going, I’ll fix it,” he said, then his lips were by my ear.
He licked the lobe, his fingers working me.
And then he started humming.
He ran his lips over my skin, humming, whispering words of a song I didn’t remember but seemed familiar.
He was so quiet, I knew it was for me only.
“Just a hum, Fox. Moan it if you have to,” he said.
I wanted to argue, using my voice in any way like that was making me clench. But the urge was so strong. My veins felt like they were going to erupt beneath my skin.
Then Zachariah reached between me and Dorian to finger my clit, and I couldn’t help it.
I screamed, arching as my orgasm erupted through me. As it did, my voice, my moans turned to a hum.
A delicious shiver ran through me, and I hummed into the orgasm. It lasted so damn long and had Dorian following me. Atticus was stroking his cock and came at the same time.
He was right; he fixed it. It was exactly what I needed.
I panted, leaning against Dorian as he held me on his waist.
He patted my hair down and then sunk onto the seat. Atticus strode through the water and kissed my cheek.
“What was that, Sweet Siren?”
I shrugged. I was not admitting anything.
“Her magic reacted with the magic in the water. She was on overload.” Atticus spoke for me, and I was grateful because I didn’t want to admit anything.
“How do you know? And why?” Zachariah frowned.
Not even I knew why. It had never reacted that way before. “I don’t know,” I said, not entirely the truth. I wasn’t technically sure what my voice was or what it made me or what it could do. I’d only had rumors–things told to me through the years without any kind of context.
“Does it matter? She is sated, and the magic is placated for now.” Atticus had my back, which had the other two scowling.
“We shouldn’t have secrets between us. Not when they affect us like that. She almost drained us of magic then.” Dorian seemed annoyed. I chewed my lip and climbed off his lap, standing with Atticus because he was the only one who seemed to understand.
He actually seemed to understand more than I did.
Instead of saying anything, though, he jumped out of the tub and put a cloth around his waist.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
He smiled. “I don’t have the answers, Fox. But I think I know someone who does.”
That had Zachariah climbing from the tub. Dorian did too, then helped me out.
“Who?” I asked, drying and dressing. Atticus grinned, his hands going to his waist.
“We’re going to meet my mom, Fox.”
Oh God.
19. The Siren
“I’m nervous,” I said as we pulled on cloaks and Atticus led us to the other end of the villages we had explored during the day.
He led us deeper into the surrounding forestry, and I frowned, fidgeting my hands in front of me as we walked.
“She lives away from the others?” I asked.
Atticus nodded and kept walking, pulling me with him. “Don’t be nervous, Fox. She’ll love you. It’s impossible not to.” His wink made my heart flutter.
“I know I agreed to get to know the realm, but we were just intimate, Atticus. Won’t she be able to sense that? What if she meets me and is angry that I have two other alphas as well?”
He chuckled. “She is a kind soul, Fox. She will not judge you.”
“Then why does she live out here by herself?” I asked, trekking over roots with the other two alphas following closely and silently behind.
“You’ll find out in a moment,” he grinned like he knew something that we didn’t. And he did because whatever he thought his mom could explain was going to be the first time it had been.
Atticus stopped me as we came to a wooden hut in the trees, smoke billowing out the top of the chimney. It had stones around the surrounds and a welcoming porch with two chairs and a table.
She had shells and knick-knacks all around the house that made it seem much more inviting than I had expected.
“Shhh,” Atticus whispered.
I frowned and looked up at him, stopped when he did. The other alphas paused too, and we listened.
Then I heard it.
A beautiful, lyrical voice that resonated so deep in my soul that it brought tears to my eyes. I sucked in a breath and looked up at Atticus.
He smiled down at me.
I looked back at the hut and listened closer. It was such a pretty voice. One that brought all kinds of feelings with it. Ones I recognized.
I had heard the voice before, one that whispered and sung in the wind when we had first arrived.
“C’mon,” Atticus said, then led us to the front door. He gave it a rap of knocks with his knuckles before he entered. “Mom, I brought company. What’s for dinner?” He grinned.
There, standing in front of a hot pot on the fire, was a gorgeous woman with long blonde hair, a blue leather braid in it like the one Atticus had bought for me.
She was soft, with killer curves and a smile that lit up the whole room.
She had candles and lanterns everywhere that did a fine job on their own, but her smile was captivating. Her blue eyes too were just like Atticus’.
She was a tall woman too, her posture strong as she came and hugged her son.
“A delicious new stew that I have just finished, Sweetheart. Come, sit down, you must try some.” She urged him into a seat. He sat down and so did we as she bustled about, humming with every step, getting dinner prepared.
“And who are your friends? They smell important.”
“Kassandra Kane, Mom. She was our joint claim for the blood moon. She’s from the mountain.”
That had his Mom stopping. She turned and eyed me with so much curiosity. Then she came over and leaned closer, her hands on either side of my head, all her beaded jewelry clinking.
“Yes. You are, aren’t you? Well, it is a special night after all. I had heard whispers of a song and thought, surely not, but I should have trusted it.” She grinned happily.
Then she stroked the blue braid in my hair. “This suits you. A calm to that red storm, hmm? I’m Serafina,” she introduced.
I smiled timidly. “Hi,” I said, clearing my throat to try and sound stronger.
She smiled wide then turned to Dorian and Zachariah.
“And you two. Well, didn’t you grow up as handsome as my Atti?”
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