Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
I was so wet, so desperate. And when I was sure I was going to come again, Atticus put me where Zachariah was, then pushed me down on him.
It was tight–an intrusion that felt strange at first–until I was fully seated.
I gasped and wiggled my hips. Zachariah groaned and slowly thrusted back in. I trembled around him, adjusting to the feeling.
“Are you okay, Fox?” Atticus asked, edging forward on his knees, rubbing his cock along my entrance that instantly soaked the head of him.
I nodded breathily, “Yes.”
Atticus grinned and nodded to Dorian, “Take him in your mouth, Fox. We’re doing this together,” he winked.
I turned to Dorian, taking him in my mouth again. He was salty and thick, throbbing against my tongue as I pleasured him in time to Zachariah’s luxurious movements.
He paused his strokes in my ass so Atticus could position himself.
“It’s going to feel full for a moment, Fox. But you can take us.”
I nodded, then went back to Dorian’s cock. As soon as I put him in my mouth, Atticus slammed inside me.
I cried out, instantly full, an instant pleasure ache taking me over.
“Fucking hell. She enjoyed that, Alphas,” Atticus trembled, then kept fucking me. He was fast, keeping up the pace for the other two.
Dorian used his hips to fill my mouth, fucking my throat with the same intensity as the other two were.
It made me gag, my eyes water, but I loved it. The way he played with my breasts as I lay across Zach’s body, the way he teased my nipples and dispersed the pleasure through all of me. It was intense.
So intense that my body was a mess of heat and pleasure. I was so hot, sweat prickled along my skin. I was damp, my hips being controlled by two powerful Alphas.
Zach’s piercing, Atticus’s size, Dorian’s precision, and caresses. It was so much, turning over everything inside me. I couldn’t breathe through the storm it created.
Atticus was grunting, groaning, growling, making so many noises that joined mine in a symphony even hotter than the one we had created before.
They fucked me harder, gripping me everywhere, touching me, caressing me until it was too much.
I gripped the base of Dorian’s cock, meeting my mouth with every stroke, my tongue making sure he was ready too. Because I was.
My pussy throbbed, tightening around Atticus as I climbed higher than I ever had.
“That’s it, Sweet Siren, let go with us. We’re your Alphas. Take us.” Dorian’s words took me over the edge.
I moved faster, claimed the pace, fucking them with rolls of my hips and swishes of my tongue.
Zachariah’s grips under my thighs where he held them open tightened to the point of bruising as his breath grew harsh in my ear.
Atticus’ grip on my hips bruised too, his forehead and chest glistening with a sheen of sweat as his cock swelled in warning with every stroke.
“I can feel your pussy milking me, Fox. It’s a fucking dangerous level you’re taking us to,” he groaned out, fucking me faster as I demanded it.
I demanded more and more until my core ached, begging me to let us go.
Only then did I give in and let the tension snap between us.
I cried out as my head fell back and I orgasmed so damn wild, my entire body tried to collapse. Dorian groaned, emptying himself on my chest with feral strokes of his cock. Zachariah buried his face in my neck, his teeth lightly brushing my shoulder as his release hit him hard.
And Atticus. He was brutal, tugging me onto him with feral thrusts that hit me deep, drawing out my own pleasure as he released his own. He filled me with warm liquid that shot from his throbbing cock.
I milked him and Zachariah for everything they had, then reached up to make sure Dorian was empty too.
Only then did I sigh and collapse back against Zachariah.
He wrapped his arm around me, his cock slipping out as Atticus drew back. He grinned and shoved the table out of the way so he could lie on the ground.
“Fucking drained. More than I’ve ever been. Impressive, Fox.”
I smiled and curled into Zachariah, my eyes fluttering closed.
Dorian ran a hand through his damp hair, the long curls still silky. He kissed my head, then went and collapsed into the other chair.
“It felt different that time.” He was quiet with his admission, but I had felt it too.
“Of course it was. We all fucked her together. Three Alphas and a siren? That’s some powerful shit in the realm,” Atticus chuckled from his spot on the floor. His eyes closed, and he sighed, seemingly content. Even Dorian leaned his head back, his eyes closing.
Zachariah pulled at the edge of his sleeve and tore it off his shirt. He cleaned my chest for me, kissing my cheek before chucking the fabric away.
I smiled and curled in further. He drew down my spine with light fingers.
My eyes fluttered, trying to stay open when they landed on the moon shining through the skylight.
“It’s a half moon,” I whispered. I only had a couple of weeks left.
The idea of leaving them after this felt wrong. I didn’t want to make this decision– now more than ever.
Zachariah held me close. “We leave for the Grasslands Territory in the morning, Little Red. Sleep.”
I did sleep, but it was restless with the torn feeling inside me. This decision was going to hurt me more than I thought it would.
23. The Grassland
“The grasslands Pack is much different from what you have already seen, Little Red,” Zachariah said as I curled into his lap in the carriage. He had claimed me, saying it was his turn now.
I didn’t mind. I felt like I needed to get to know the mysterious alpha in the cloak more to understand who he was, or even what my life was to be like with him.
What I had seen so far was as promising as the other two, though, and that was making the decision that much harder.
“Bunch of nutters,” Atticus muttered, folding his arms over his chest on the other side of the carriage.
Zachariah glared at Atticus. “We are not as intense. Doesn’t make us ‘nutters.'” Zachariah seemed offended. That was interesting since he did seem intense. Maybe that was how he was outside his territory.
“They believe in the wolf gods and practice psychedelics in the name of that belief,” Dorian explained, looking at me.
My brows raised. The vampires had given me a psychedelic herb once, trying to get me to let go of my inhibitions and sing. It hadn’t made me sing, but it had taken me on one hell of a ride.
I smiled up at Zachariah, but he said nothing, just kept stroking my hair.
“We’re almost there, take a look,” he urged.
I pulled back the curtain and looked out at the rolling green grasslands. There were patches of wildflowers, paddocks, barns, and crops.
People farmed and moved around caring for livestock and growth. They all smiled easily, all seemingly at peace with the dirt that, on some, came up to their elbows.
“Your pack is farmers?” I asked.
He nodded. “Farmers. Cultivators. Creators. We offer our seed, grain, livestock, milk, wool, and much more.”
I looked back out, smiling as children played with dogs, brushed horses, and helped pick from planted fields.
There were huts, half wood, half tapestry, all placed in random places over the rolling grassland. Women moved between them, smiling and hanging laundry on lines between the huts. The men were in the muck of the pens, shoveling. Some were on the huts building.
And there was a haze of smoke from the many, many pipes I could see hanging out of their mouths.
Zachariah was right; this was different. But I liked it.
The carriage came to a stop and we climbed out. There was no respectful greeting or a brush-off; instead, the pack moved around us with casual greetings and smiled like we belonged there.
Zachariah led us through the huts towards a much larger one. It was huge, with painted tapestries, flaps open in the wind. The back of it was made of wood, and inside was a huge floor bed of furs.
The middle had a fire pit surrounded in stone in the ground. They had symbols painted on them.
Trees. Waves. Grass. The territories.
I smiled as we moved further in and Zachariah removed his cloak.
“Welcome to my home. I’m happy to share my hut, or if you’d prefer, I can have you put in another?” he offered the alphas.
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