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Atticus scoffed. “So you get our Fox all to yourself? I don’t think so.”
“I’m not afraid of your practices, Zachariah. I just don’t partake in them myself,” Dorian said sternly.
I turned to Zach with a sly smile. “What practices?”
Zachariah went over to a small wooden box and pulled out what looked like an herb stick. He took it over to the fire.
“We use these to calm our wolves enough to connect to the Moon Goddess and wolf gods. It helps us understand what they want from us and be at peace.”
I needed that. Peace sounded like a dream with all the turmoil going on in my brain and heart.
“Can I try it?” I asked.
Zach smiled and nodded. He knelt down and looked up at the alphas. “It’s going to get hot in here. Once it starts, you can’t leave, so decide now if you’re staying or not,” he said.
Atticus grumbled and sat down near the fire pit. Dorian hesitated.
“This doesn’t seem like a good idea.”
“It’s up to you. It has to be your choice. If there is resistance in it, it will affect you more.”
“Affect me how?”
Zach shrugged. “You could shift. You could pass out. You could dream. It is different for everyone.”
“Is it safe?” I asked, excited for it. It was a new experience, and I wanted to wear a true smile like his pack did.
It also helped that I was still riding the high of opening up and using my voice in a strong hum to music.
But mainly, I figured if this was what his pack did on a regular basis, then I needed to be involved with that. Just like the vine swinging with the forest pack and the markets with the water pack.
This was a little different, but it was the differences that I hoped would help me understand them all as they were.
Zachariah looked at Dorian. “Are you staying or going?”
Dorian huffed and sat down. “Fine, but only this time. It interferes with my training and lucidness.”
Zach smiled. “That’s the point. It’s meant to relax you.”
“Relaxed alphas are dead alphas,” Dorian muttered.
Zach just shrugged and put the herb stick on the grate of the fire. “I’m not dead yet, and my pack has been doing this for years.”
Zachariah sat next to me, his legs folded as our knees touched.
I smiled over at him as the hut slowly began to fill with swirling smoke.
It smelled a little funny, a little unusual, but then it started hitting me. It looked like the smoke was dancing.
I grinned and reached out to touch it.
The dancing smoke moved around my arm, up it and along my skin. Wherever it touched made me shiver, a light ember burning in my core.
Zachariah was watching me, his eyes only on me. Dorian had his eyes closed, like he was resisting, despite Zachariah’s warning. Atticus had laid back on the fur behind him and was chuckling to himself.
I smiled and leaned over to touch Zachariah’s skin. It just looked so soft. I ran my fingers over his face, over his neck.
He licked his lips, his eyes keeping mine on him.
He slowly pulled me into his lap, and I sighed. I felt weightless, like I was floating– my mind and my body. It was perfect.
And made the embers in my core burn brighter. Flames danced inside me, like they were the reason for the smoke that filled the tent.
I could hear my heartbeat in my chest, feel the rhythm against my rib-cage as I leaned closer into Zachariah.
He had such a handsome face. I touched it again.
He grabbed my hand and kissed the palm before running our joined hands down his body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. I couldn’t remember him taking it off, but clearly, he had.
The urge to feel more of his soft skin came over me, and without really considering what I was doing, I pulled my dress down to my waist too.
I pulled Zachariah into me, needing to see if his lips were as soft as his skin.
He sighed into the kiss as I stole it. When I let him pull back, he smiled at me.
“Sometimes, the drug can bring out desires too,” he whispered before kissing me again.
I guessed that was what it was doing to me because everything in my body was on fire. I wanted to keep touching, to keep burning.
But I wanted him to burn with me.
I wanted all three of them to.
24. The Brother
I had enjoyed them during the ritual, I had enjoyed them in the forest tied to a tree, I had enjoyed them sprawled over a chair–but the alphas were something else entirely when under the influence.
So was I.
I couldn’t be shy, I couldn’t hide anything because everything felt so right. And it wasn’t about the physical acts. We were connected beyond that.
It was hard through the smoke and the amount of touching we did to really discern who was touching me and when. All I knew was that every single time their skin was on mine, I floated higher.
I was stuck in this euphoric heaven, the smoke like clouds. It was a sensual release, one without the desperate finish line and more about the journey there.
Zachariah caressed my skin everywhere; Dorian too. Atticus was beside himself, trying to kiss every part of me.
And I wanted them too. I wanted their flesh so close to mine.
Whenever one of them entered me, it was so we could be close, our bodies sliding against each other in a way that was so much more intimate than it had been before.
I could feel their intentions, their warmth to me. I knew that Dorian needed to please me; he needed to be the best, but he had a calm confidence about him as he did. Atticus was showing off, stroking me with his cock over and over so he could hear my moans as I took him inside me.
And Zachariah–he watched me. Every touch and caress was done with his eyes on mine. It was another world we belonged to in those moments.
I was twisted and turned, shared between them–but it was slow. It wasn’t forced or expected; every movement between them felt natural. And when we finally crested on the euphoric high, our bodies tense for only a moment, the way down had us all sighing and moaning.
My orgasm was languid and swirling through me like the smoke around us. Even the alphas, as they came–Zachariah inside me, Atticus in my mouth, Dorian on my stomach–it was another high. Something connecting in coming together while we had this drug in our systems.
Afterward, I lay there on Zachariah, Atticus and Dorian panting next to us.
“I get it now,” Dorian grinned, looking up at the top of the hut.
“Maybe your pack can teach mine a thing or two,” Atticus admitted, his voice dreamy.
I smiled, and my eyes fluttered closed. Zach stroked my hair and kissed the top of it.
“Sleep, Little Red. You can experience more tomorrow,” he whispered. And I did– the relief in my body, the relaxation, too much to resist.
When I woke up the next morning, I was covered in furs on the giant floor bed. But I was alone. I sighed and looked up at the ceiling of the hut. It was covered in a tan leather with symbols of the territories on it.
“Come have breakfast, Little Red; your stomach will need filling after last night,” Zachariah smiled as he came into the hut, dressed only in his leather pants and a long dangling necklace.
His abs and tattoo were on full display, and I licked my lips. “Or you could fill something else?” I offered, pulling the furs off me and exposing my body to him.
I probably needed the sustenance more, but he was addictive. He licked his lips, growling as he came over to me. He climbed over my waist and kissed down my neck and over my breasts to my stomach.
Where it growled. Zachariah paused, and I cursed under my breath, “Damn it.”
He smirked and leaned over me. “Breakfast first, Little Red. Can’t have you wasting away before you’ve tried the food here.”
I wanted to argue, but there was no point. I was hungry, and now Zach knew it. He pulled a silk dress around me without a corset and tied it in my front. It sashayed around my legs and dipped low in my front. But it was one of the more freeing dresses I had been given, so I smiled.
“Comfortable.”
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