Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
“Woah,” I whispered, eyeing them warily.
One had blonde hair that was shaved on the sides and pulled back into a braid on the top. He was the biggest, but his smile was the friendliest. His eyes were blue–so blue they captured mine.
He licked his lips, and it was enough to have me parting mine.
The middle one was tall, almost as muscular, with long brown hair that curled at the ends. His eyes were a mesmerizing brown that reflected the light of the blood moon, so when he looked at me, a shiver of pleasure chorused through.
My stomach fluttered, and I dared a glance over at the third man. He was tall, muscular, and slightly thinner than the other two. His black hair was tousled on his head, shaggy and falling over his thick, dark lashes. His green eyes were already devouring me.
I tried to speak, but nothing came out.
But I wasn’t scared.
I was excited.
My thighs trembled as they came forward. They crossed the clearing in a few steps, and when they reached me, they didn’t stop.
They touched me, caressing my skin. It raised against them, and I sighed as they lowered me to the ground.
I still couldn’t speak as the blond one kissed over my neck. Green eyes spread my legs, lowering his mouth to my core. The brown-haired one exposed my breasts.
I cried out as pleasure assaulted my body. It was a deep, addictive pleasure that felt so damn real.
It was the best dream I had ever had.
And I wasn’t about to tell these strange men to stop. Not even when my body crested, succumbing to their touch in the most carnal way possible.
2. The Dream
I was yanked from my dream as Silas pulled me out of bed hours later.
My mind was still trying to cling to the men that had made me feel things I had never felt.
Something in my chest warmed, a spark there keeping me connected to them.
I wasn’t even sure if it was real or if they were, but it had felt like it–and that was enough to keep me living the pleasure from it.
“You reek of arousal, Kassandra. Having a bit of fun on my venom, were you?” Silas whispered in my ear as he dragged me from my cell and out of the dungeons.
I smirked, “Yeah, I pictured killing you. It turned me on,” I huffed back.
He glared at me, and his grip on my wrist tightened. It hurt, but I didn’t care. Not when I still had pleasure coursing in my body.
It hummed with a feeling that I hadn’t felt in a while.
Hope.
I wasn’t sure why tonight felt different, but it did. And images of those men and their touch were like a brand in my mind, keeping my body and mind awake, hoping for something different.
Silas took me through the castle, the stone cold on my bare feet, the windows all open, letting in the shadows of the blood moon as it sat big and bright in the sky.
It was almost time.
I shivered. I wasn’t ready to be tortured after everything I had felt from the men in my dream. But I wasn’t scared. Not like normal.
Something about the dream and the feelings I had been given made me more determined to escape.
It had been a foolish notion before. Vampires were fast and lethal. I had no chance, but tonight, I had the urge to try.
Silas led me to the middle room of the castle where the glass ceiling was open, letting in the blood moon.
The room had a large empty circle in the middle of surrounding bleachers of wooden seats that the entire vampire collective occupied. The floor was polished with marble and still had blood stains from last month on it.
The X I always got tied to was in the middle, my chains dangling down, clinking against it.
Guards lined the center, straight-backed vampires with sharp teeth and beady eyes.
They watched as Silas pushed me into the X frame.
He cuffed my wrists, and I stayed silent with pursed lips. I watched as he clipped the second cuff shut and eyed a pin on his coat.
That was my chance.
“What you did before. It made me look forward to tonight,” I whispered to Silas.
He tensed and straightened his spine to look at me.
“Are you going to sing?”
I smiled and shook my head, “Probably not. But you said you wanted my throat for something else tonight,” I said, letting my voice become breathy.
His eyes sparkled with excitement, dragging along my lips. He stepped closer and leaned his head in so his lips brushed my ear.
I took the pin, hiding it in my fist as he grabbed the chains that were loose at the moment.
“I’ll come by after the ritual then,” he said, then yanked on the chains.
My arms flung up, pinned to the top of the X by the tautness of the chains.
Silas smirked, then knelt and cuffed my feet to the bottom of the X. But I didn’t care.
I had the pin, safely in my fist, and that alone had me sure I could make it through the night.
Silas turned me to the vast crowd of vampires. He faced the small podium where the Alpha vampire stood.
The Alpha vampire had long dark hair, slightly pointed ears, and a jeweled headpiece resting on his head, dangling over his forehead.
He eyed Silas with a slight nod.
Silas grinned and cleared his throat.
“Welcome, family. Tonight we have a very special moon ritual. The blood moon!” he called out. The vampires clapped lightly, the room tense with an ominous feeling.
Images of the men from my dream pulsed in my head, and I let out a sigh. They were still just as potent in there as they had been before.
“Five years ago, I heard a song. A siren song that our ancestors told us of. One that instantly had the blood in my body responding. The more I listened, the more changes I went through. The thirst that burned in my throat disappeared. The urge to open the vein of every human I saw was gone. The blinding need that overwhelmed me the second I scented the humans was gone. Only the song remained. My bloodlust was gone.” Silas gave this speech every year.
I knew it was just to add some theatrics to his show and earn him more favor with the other vampires, but it only made me more nervous. It built the suspense to the point I was shaking on the X.
I still had the pin clutched, but I knew the pain was going to start soon. I tried to stay in my head, to only think of the men and how they touched me, but I had no idea if I was going to be able to do that once the vampires started their ritual.
“Believed to be extinct, the siren magic that was born to help us control our bloodlust has been found once again,” he said. All the vampires turned to me, and as much as that made me want to hide, I lifted my chin, refusing to cower.
I just thought I had a nice singing voice. I had no idea it held some powerful abilities until Silas ruined my life to get it.
No wonder humans had kept the power quiet if this was what vampires did when they found it.
“The last five years, we have tried to hear that song again. To rid that bloodlust from our bodies, but our efforts have been futile. Tonight, with the blood moon as our witness, we will hear her sing again,” Silas announced.
I was determined to make him a liar.
The moon hit its peak point in the sky, and Silas grinned, turning to me. One of the vampire guards wheeled over a tray of utensils. I didn’t look at it.
I was quite well acquainted with them.
Silas moved to my back, which was exposed, the middle of the X touching my ass.
He slowly untied the strings until my back was exposed. He ran his fingers over the scars that were there.
“Such a pretty thing. Be a good girl and sing for me, would you?” he asked nicely. It always started nicely.
I pursed my lips and clenched my eyes shut.
Something clattered on the tray, and I knew Silas was choosing his first instrument.
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