Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
He smiled and sat up, helping me position myself. “We’ll go slow,” he said, like he was doing me a favor, but it made me frown.
“Why?”
He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Because you’ll be sore after the other two, and I don’t want it to hurt,” he said, and I smiled.
He was so different when he wasn’t in eldest mode.
I leaned in by his ear and said something I never thought I would say: “I like it when it hurts.” Then I sank onto him, all the way to the hilt, sitting on his lap, his dick throbbing, filling me.
“Yes,” I hissed as he sucked a breath in through his teeth, holding me as I pumped myself up and down.
He gripped my shoulders, pulling me down on him, nuzzling my neck, his breaths harsh on my raised skin as I moved faster. I wanted the sweet ache between my legs, I welcomed it.
I hung my head back as pleasure swirled in my stomach, my nerves sensitive and singing.
I clutched him, my arms around his shoulders, his body sliding against mine, my breasts on his chest, his thumb teasing the flesh of one like he couldn’t help but touch it.
I gasped as he thrust up harder into me, groaning against me as I quickened my hips, my thighs burning, sweat prickling. I panted through the pleasure building inside me, the burn in my core making me hot and desperate.
I wanted more. Harder. Faster.
I pushed him down on the mattress, pounding down on him as he held my thighs.
His fingers dug in, and I gasped when his claws broke the skin. He cursed and curled them into his fists, his head going back into the pillow, his eyes clenching shut.
The pleasure started leaking from my core, spreading through my body, making me moan, breaking into a cry as he forced me onto his dick even harder.
“You asked what I’d tell you,” he gritted out.
“You figured it out?” I breathed, still riding him.
“I’d tell you this is my favorite position and that I was dreading doing missionary even one more time,” he snapped, and I laughed, the movement vibrating in my bones, taking the pleasure there.
I gasped at the feeling before leaning down by his lips.
“Since I saved you from that hell, how about you reward me with a kiss?” I tempted him, and he slid deeper inside, making me grip his hair and close my eyes, holding back the threatening tsunami my body was building toward.
His breath whispered across my lips before they connected. And then any hope of a controlled, sweet fuck was gone.
He rolled his hips with every thrust up inside me as I rolled my backside, landing on his lap over and over again until the tsunami crashed over both of us.
I threw my head back, crying out over and over as he pumped me with his release, his biceps bulging and tense as I gripped them, digging my nails in, shuddering through my own orgasm.
He slowed his thrusts as I came to a stop, leaning on him as he brushed my hair back from my face and kissed my cheek.
“You know we’re not allowed to kiss, right, beautiful?” he breathed.
I nodded, keeping out the part that I’d already broken that rule. “Yeah. I won’t say anything,” I promised, still holding him.
He moved me off him, then climbed over me as I sank into his soft mattress.
“I’m guessing you’ve already made that promise tonight.” He smirked, but I said nothing, keeping my promises.
He chuckled and stood up, dragging me with him. He grabbed my hand and led me back through to the tub room.
I went straight to the tub and sank in. The girls left.
I sighed and leaned my head against the back like normal. The water was so clean, like it was just as magic as the fountain, and I loved how clear it was, how it looked blue because of the blue tiles.
I cleaned myself off, then looked over my shoulder at the three alphas all at the fountain, talking, and a heaviness dropped in my heart.
It was the most fun I’d had in my life. I didn’t want to go back to the village where I was the devil, the cursed one, the winter born. And I wanted to keep feeling what they made me feel.
It didn’t matter though because I had no choice, just like with everything that happened in Werewolf Territory. It was tradition, and I had to uphold that.
I had to go back tomorrow for the choosing ceremony, have a man pick me based on my physical appearance, then spend the rest of my life serving them and probably alone in the women’s village.
I swallowed at the idea of that. It sounded miserable. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the tears that threatened.
“Lorelai,” Kai breathed against my ear, and my eyes flung open.
I turned and raised my brow at him, then I saw the empty steam room and frowned. “Sorry, is it bedtime or something? Do we have a curfew?” I asked bitterly.
He laughed and shook his head. “No. It’s almost dawn. The blood moon will be gone within the hour.”
“Then we go home?” I looked down.
“Yes,” he said, and I climbed from the tub.
“Guess I better get my last hour of rest then. Get my beauty sleep before I get judged for it tomorrow.”
He smirked and grabbed my hand before I could walk to the room with the bunk beds. The door was closed, and I frowned at him. He pulled me into him.
“Or you can come back to the room with me?” he breathed, his lips hovering over mine.
My eyes widened. “Is that allowed? Where’s Brax and Derik?”
“Does it matter?” He grinned and started walking out. “You coming, human?”
I grinned. “Hell yes.”
And I ran after him, spending my last hour of freedom wrapped in his body, drowning in pleasure.
11. The Choosing
It was quiet on the way back to the village. The wolves stayed in the city as per the tradition, and I sulked in the corner of the front carriage.
My body was deliciously sore, aching in the best places, and I had marks everywhere but I didn’t care. The other girls did, giving me a wide berth, even in the carriage.
We had been split evenly this time, and nobody had said a word. We had been given dresses from the alphas as a “thank you for your offering,” and they were beautiful.
All of us looked way too rich for the village. Usually we wore our hair in braids, but it was down today, and our dresses were made of fine silk and lace like the beds we had been claimed in.
Mine was a deep green that reminded me of Nikolai’s eyes. I was pretty sure that’s why he had chosen it. It was tight across my breasts, pulling them up in a desirable way that, again, I’m sure was on purpose.
The sleeves had gold cuffs on the upper arms, were sheer, and floated around my hands, long and sufficiently annoying. The rest flowed down my body, brushing my skin with luxury every time I moved.
It was nicer than the village dresses, but I didn’t need fancy clothes and it didn’t change the fact that I was not going to be my own person after today.
When we pulled up at the village, everyone was there waiting, cheering. Such a celebration.
I climbed from the carriage after the other girls and everyone cheered again. We stood there and welcomed the congratulations and thank yous.
Nobody came to hug me, so I slipped away, walking around the chaos, heading for home, when someone called me.
“Lorelai.”
I spun back.
“Lucas.” I grinned and ran into his arms. He held me against him until I pulled back.
“Little sister. How are you?” he asked.
He was wearing military clothes, all black, cargo pants, a button up, a badge with the Werewolf Territory crest–just a roaring wolf head–and a blade at his hip.
I shrugged. “Home. You?” I asked, walking with him along the trail from the middle of the village to our hut.
“I’ve been better. The villagers are expecting me to pick a wife today, and I’d rather pick a husband.” He grimaced.
I raised my brow at that. “So pick a husband.” I shrugged.
“Cute, little sister. But you and I both know that’s not the way it works.”
He sighed, and I pursed my lips. I knew very well.
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