Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
Try not to interact with them, and if you feel them, tell me,” he said, grabbing my hand and rubbing his thumb over it.
The touch tingled along my cold skin, and I sucked in a breath, looking up at him.
He smirked and leaned over me, kissing me tenderly, his hand sliding up my face, cupping the back of my neck as his mouth moved with mine.
It warmed me instantly, my body changing lanes from intrigued to horny in an instant. He chuckled against my lips, and I scowled.
“Shut up,” I said, and that made him pull back and laugh.
“Now I’ve been in your head, I’ll be very connected to what you’re feeling for at least the next twenty-four hours.”
He smirked and I rolled my eyes, climbing out of the blankets to straddle his lap, holding his face close to mine.
“Why are you connected to the shadows and the others aren’t?” I asked, before kissing him.
He tensed and I pulled back.
“A story for another time, Spitfire,” he said softly, and I loved that we were back to my nickname.
I still wanted to know though, but he had told me a lot and I was still processing, so I stowed the question and went back to kissing him.
He sighed into the kiss as I ran my tongue along his, wrapping my arms around his neck as he wrapped his along my waist.
“Thank you,” I whispered against him as he lifted my skirt so it flared out around us, “for getting them out. It looked like it hurt you too.”
He undid his pants, then found my panties between us and ripped the crotch off before sliding his finger along my folds. I gasped as he slipped a finger inside me, kissing into my neck.
“It did. But I’m okay, and so are you.”
He smirked, and I grinned down at him, grinding myself against his fingers as he stroked my walls, sending pleasure throughout my body.
My head fell back as he yanked my dress down, finding my nipple and clamping his mouth over it, his rough tongue caressing it before he bit down.
I yelped as he shoved another finger inside me. I rocked my hips against him, my pussy drenching him as my core tightened.
“Perfect,” he breathed before pulling his fingers out and lining his cock up to my entrance.
He slammed me down on him before I could take a breath, and I cried out as he filled me so deeply, it had sparks igniting within my core.
He found my mouth, stroking my tongue with his as I moved on his lap, riding him hard as he lifted his hips to meet mine with harsh slaps. He was fast, hard, aggressive when he fucked, and I loved it, couldn’t get enough.
It was just what I needed, and with my headache finally gone, all I had to worry about was not being able to walk once he was done with me.
I pulled his hair band out, running my hands through the loose blond strands, kissing him harshly as I did.
My thighs were burning, trembling as he rolled his hips up and hit my G-spot so hard I gripped him tighter, yanking as I moaned into him.
“Good girl, Spitfire, ride my cock, tell me how good it feels inside you,” he whispered against my lips, pushing my hair behind my ear as my breath hitched.
“So fucking good.” I trembled.
He slapped my ass, urging me faster as he groaned, the bed shaking with our movements, his fist clenched in the blankets behind him.
My pussy clenched around him, my entire body exploding as it let go around him, not handling the pressure of the pleasure.
“Brax!” I screamed out with a hoarse voice, my back arching as I clutched him to me.
He released his own rough groan on the next stroke, drilling his hips hard in three sharp thrusts that emptied him as his body shook with the force.
I leaned against his forehead, both of us damp with sweat, as he flicked my nipple. I gasped, still too sensitive, and he grinned, his eyes closed.
“If I ask you a question, promise not to laugh?” I asked breathily, and he shook his head.
“Not promising anything, but ask away.” He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and climbed off him. My legs gave out, and I clutched him as he caught me. My head spun and I sucked in a breath.
“Take it easy,” he murmured, kissing my head and standing me up straight.
That had me laughing, considering we’d just fucked–not exactly “taking it easy.”
“Yeah, sure. Anyway, my question…,” I said, turning away to adjust my dress back on my body, but really I didn’t want him to see me blush.
“I wanted to know about wolves and the whole pregnancy thing. Do I need to take some herbs or something like the ladies in the village?” I asked.
I probably should have asked earlier, but I hadn’t been expecting to come back, and husbands decided whether their wives were done having children, whether they were allowed the herbs that helped stop them having them.
I spun to him and he coughed to hide his laughter, but his huge body was shaking with it, so I smacked him playfully and spun away, heading for the door.
“Wait,” he said, and pulled me against him. I looked away. “Werewolves can’t reproduce with humans. You don’t have to worry.”
He kissed my blushing cheeks, then let me go and went to the door, opening it up.
“C’mon, we’ll go get some breakfast.”
If I hadn’t been so hungry, I would’ve told him to fuck off for laughing at my question, but I was starving and followed him out, not sure how I felt about the answer he had given.
I was glad pregnancy wasn’t an issue, but I also wondered what that meant for later on.
Werewolves had children; it was how the next alphas took over. If I couldn’t provide them with any, then they would have to find a female wolf to reproduce with, and that had my stomach turning.
I was being greedy, wanting them for myself, but I did, and I hated that they might stray. I had to find out what we were, what it meant that I was here with them and theirs.
Did they have others? Or was this short term and I’d be cast aside during winter, with no husband and even more of an outcast in my village?
I was going to find out–as soon as I got some food in my stomach.
18. The Wolves
I ate my breakfast, piling more fruit and pancakes onto my plate while scooping oatmeal into my mouth. I was starving and hadn’t eaten so well in, well, forever.
Brax dug in as heartily as I did, while Derik ate bit by bit and Nikolai just stared.
I ignored them all and concentrated on my food until I couldn’t fit anything more in. Finally finished, I sipped some water and looked up at my alphas.
“So. What happens now?” I asked, and that earned me three frowns on three sexy faces. “Okay, specifics. What am I to do now that I am here, and how long am I here?” I asked.
“Stay in your room,” Derik stated, and I only just refrained from rolling my eyes at the order.
“You belong to us now. Your stay is indefinite,” Nikolai said, and I smiled at the answer.
“Indefinite meaning I go back to the village for winter and then come back?” I asked, grinning, but it had Derik glaring at Brax.
“You told her about winter?” Derik snapped, pushing his plate away and straightening his spine. Brax wasn’t intimidated and shrugged with a lazy grin that seemed to be a constant expression.
“She’s winter born, she’s linked. Of course I did,” he said, and Derik glared harder.
Nikolai was silent, but his lips were pursed.
“And what if she says yes to the shadows and they go digging in her head for that information? I’m sure the vampires would love to know that we are locked in the city for winter. That our shifting is uncontrollable as well as our magic and tempers.”
“I won’t say anything,” I interrupted, but Derik pinched the bridge of his nose and sat back in his seat.
“You may not mean to, but your intentions won’t matter if you keep talking to the shadows like you were.” He sighed tensely and I took a sip of my water, wishing I’d kept my mouth shut.
“Derik. She’s with us now, she won’t give in.”
Nikolai finally spoke, and I smiled softly at him, feeling all warm and fuzzy that he trusted me so fully. Same with Brax.
Derik was a work in progress, but I had a feeling that was because he was the most responsible and had the weight of the eldest on his shoulders.
“But I am not sending her back for the winter,” Nikolai finished, and the other two tensed, going silent, the room filling with tension as they looked at each other.
I waited for someone to move, to do something, then realized they were doing that head communication thing.
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