Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
His touch was too much. I leaned down and kissed him, my hips moving faster as the heat and passion took over. The sensuality in each touch intensified.
Something flared between us, a connection that I had with the other two, solidified with Zachariah too in those moments.
I rode him faster, sinking deeper, his piercing touching me in exactly the right spot to have me writhing on him. Zachariah rolled us, lifting my leg so he could fuck me even deeper. I didn’t think there was deeper, but he went there.
I cried out, my breaths faltering as he kept me so close to the edge.
His kisses smothered me, his touch lit me on fire, and I loved burning with him. It was a seduction of the best kind. Our bodies moved against each other so easily, fit together so perfectly.
My hair splayed out, his shaggy hair fell over his forehead. And his eyes didn’t leave mine.
He reared above me, pumping into me with precise strokes inside. My thighs clutched his waist, my hands in the furs on the ground.
It was so much to feel all at once.
I couldn’t take any more.
Zachariah reached that point with me. He slammed inside me as I cried out, tensing, my pussy clutching his twitching cock. He groaned, shuddering out his release, filling me up with it.
My orgasm washed through me in a tidal wave of pulsing pleasure, fluid and serene through my body. Like water instead of blood in my veins.
It was perfect. Every time was perfect, the high so high and the fall so damn good. I didn’t want to give it up with any of them.
Before I could say as much, the hut flaps opened. Atticus and Dorian strode in.
Atticus started pulling his shirt off, a smirk on his lips.
Dorian raised a brow, tugging at the strings on his pants. “Having fun without us, Sweet Siren?”
I grinned and Zachariah let me up. I sat on my knees in the middle of the furs and grinned up at them.
“Just killing time while you two finished the dishes,” I teased, running my hands over my body.
Atticus pulled off the last of his clothes and kneeled down with me. I moved back and sat on Zachariah’s lap.
Dorian smirked as I did.
“It’s his turn,” I taunted.
“He just had a turn,” Atticus growled. “And doing the dishes is hard to do when all I can smell is my Fox being pleasured by another alpha. My cock gets in the way of the bench when it’s that hard,” Atticus smirked.
I grinned and looked down at where it was. It was thick and throbbing, leaking at the tip. It made my stomach tighten with need.
Zach kissed my cheek, my neck, my shoulder from behind me. I licked my lips as Dorian shed his clothes too.
“Come here, Sweet Siren. Let us help you make those noises too,” he urged.
But I didn’t want it to be that easy. I wanted to play because I didn’t have long to do it. So I stayed with Zachariah and smirked at the other two.
“You can watch,” I teased, then turned into Zach and kissed him again. Zachariah growled and kissed me back. His tongue swam with mine, and I almost forgot what I was doing because I wanted to be filled again so badly.
“I’m not good at ‘just watching’,” Atticus sulked, his eyes doing a good job of watching despite what he said.
“One alpha is not enough for our greedy siren, Alphas. She’ll be done with her game in a moment–be patient,” Dorian smiled.
I was determined to prove him wrong–kissing Zach, touching him, teasing my pussy on his head that was hard again.
But it turned out Dorian was right. The lure of having three of them to enjoy was too much, and it didn’t take long for me to be splayed on the furs–being ravaged by all of them.
27. The Ritual
The alphas keep me occupied for the rest of the day and well into the evening. I get short breaks to use the latrines or get fed fruit by them, but it never lasts long.
But I don’t mind because the magic inside me is so much more restful once I have been with them.
So I stay with them, keeping up, demanding more. The night is filled with our pleasure, and once we light the herb stick on the fire pit again, we fall into another blissful, sex-filled night.
When I wake the next morning, it is to sore muscles and aches I’ve only experienced since meeting the alphas.
They keep me in a constant state of aching. Sometimes an ache of pleasure, sometimes the after-ache of too much pleasure.
But the idea of too much pleasure was still foreign. Because even waking up with the memories in my muscles of what had happened the night before, I could still have gone for more alpha.
I was about ready to wake my snoring alphas up and tell them I wasn’t finished with them when I heard a commotion outside.
Laughing and chattering. Children running past talking about a big event. I felt the hum in the air and smiled. If ever there was a time to know more about the grasslands wolves and how they lived, then a big event was sure to do it.
I scrambled from the bed and tied the tan dress with frills on the skirts and buttons down the front to my body. It was so damn freeing not to be expected to wear corsets and framework all the time. Point to the grasslands for that one.
All the dresses and clothes of everyone in the pack were looser than the others. The forest pack liked their leatherwork, pants, and chest plates, ready for combat at all times. The water pack liked their dresses, corsets, pretty clothes, and accessories.
I had to admit, I preferred the Grasslands style of free and flowing. But anything was better than the scraps I was used to, so I wasn’t going to be picky.
I left the hut, peering out the flaps of the door, following the people running toward the open grassland.
Taylin came up to me, handing me a mandarin segment from the one he was eating.
“Thanks. What’s going on?” I nodded toward the grasslands where the pack were all congregated in small groups.
They were putting up wooden poles that held strings of colored flags and setting up lanes along the grass.
Zachariah came up behind me then, wrapping an arm around my waist before stealing a segment of mandarin from Taylin. “You can’t sneak off that easily, Little Red,” he kissed my cheek, then nodded to the plains. “It’s the Great Plains Race. The winner will lead the sacred ritual tonight.”
“Sacred ritual? Is this more herb stuff?”
Zachariah smirked and nuzzled into my neck. “No. But we can do that too. The ritual is where we honor earth, air, moon, and life.”
“Sounds like more of your nutter shit,” Atticus grumbled as he walked up to us. He only wore loose pants with a pendant the same color as the braid in my hair from his territory. I think he liked the clothing here too. It meant he could show off his huge frame at all times without it being too much.
Zachariah shrugged. “Our nutter shit tonight.”
“And there is a race?” Dorian asked, walking tall as he eyed the track being laid out by rope and ribbon. It was a long race, over the large expanse of grassland.
“There is,” Zachariah confirmed, and we both knew what that meant–Dorian was going to be in compete mode.
“What are the rules?” he asked, walking with us, rolling up the cuffs of his muslin shirt.
“Race from the start line to the finish line.”
Dorian frowned. “Sabotage?”
“No, Dorian. It’s not that kind of race. The main goal is to have fun and spend the day among our lands before honoring what we have been given,” Zachariah explained.
“Zach runs with me every year,” Taylin grinned, “I’m getting faster. Another couple of years and I think I’ll be able to run the honoring ceremony.”
Dorian’s eyes looked like they were going to bug out of his head. “Wait, Zachariah, you don’t win?”
Zachariah shook his head. “Not the aim for me, Dorian.”
“But you’re the alpha?”
Zachariah smirked. “And sometimes there is more to being an alpha than winning.”
“Right. Well, while you are living that sentiment, I am going to show your pack how a true alpha wins.”
I smiled at Dorian’s pride–it might be a warning to some, but I knew it made him who he was. And I liked who he was.
I smiled up at him, and he leaned down to kiss me.
“I’ll win for both of us.”
“Or I will,” I teased, then turned to Zach. “Can I participate?”
He nodded. “Everyone can.”
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