Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
He groaned and moved faster, the bed creaking as he buried himself deep.
Pleasure took over the ache from accommodating him, and I cried out when his thick tip hit a secret spot inside me.
I clutched him, rocking my hips against his.
He was very loud with how the pleasure affected him, but every sound he made made the pleasure wave that much more intense.
It made my own lips release moan after moan, his body plowing pleasure into me like it was his sole purpose.
My body caved quickly to him, orgasming and shuddering around him as he claimed my climax.
His eyes glowed red, his teeth dropping as he growled so loud the room shook.
He fucked me hard, my hips jarring in a way that had my fists clenching in the sheets before he finally released.
He swiped his tongue along his teeth, his eyes darting to my neck.
But he held onto his control and slowed his hips, his cum soaking my pulsing pussy.
I panted as he did, coming down from the high with him.
He leaned down and I saw Zachariah step forward warily, his face stony.
Dorian hovered again too, tensing.
Atticus leaned closer to my neck. Even I tensed.
But instead of biting, he pulled his teeth back in and laughed, kissing the spot tenderly.
“Calm down, boys, I’m just leaving my scent where I intend to mark my girl when she chooses me,” Atticus said, his chest puffed as he chuckled again.
Dorian rolled his eyes and I smiled up at them. It was an interesting dynamic to be stuck between, especially when it was clear they didn’t spend much time together.
Zachariah’s lips were still pursed, and he eyed Atticus.
“Off.”
Atticus gave him a taunting salute, kissed me one last time, then climbed off me.
“I’m going to find some food before I coma,” Atticus said, rubbing his abs before heading to the food platters.
Dorian leaned down to my ear. “Zachariah is more private with his affections, but he can be intense. If it’s too much, we’ll be here to help.” He kissed my cheek.
I smiled up at him as Zachariah politely pretended he wasn’t listening.
Hmm. The mysterious one had an intensity deal. I guessed that. He seemed intense– the way he looked at everything. At me.
I nodded to Dorian. “I’ll be okay.”
“Are you sure? We can eat first? Get some rest?”
“Dorian.” Zachariah was stoic as he glared at the other alpha. “Don’t spread your fear prejudice. Little Red is safe with me.”
Dorian hesitated, then nodded.
Zachariah lifted the corner of his mouth, and I looked over at him, smiling as my core turned with embers ready for another wave of pleasure to stoke the flames.
Maybe I was being greedy, but after being held prisoner for years, I didn’t mind gorging on cock until I passed out.
It seemed better than the alternative of contemplating what life had been, and I knew that’s exactly what my mind would do the second I let it think about anything other than what my alphas did to my body.
Before I could say anything, Zachariah scooped me up and took me through to the bathroom. I curled into his body and tentatively wrapped my arms around his neck. He burrowed his face in my hair and sniffed.
“Hmmm. A scent to bring us all to our knees, Little Red.” He closed the curtain in the archway of the bathroom and took me to the tub. He tenderly placed me in it, then started filling it. Soon the room was filled with a beautiful aroma of oils and candles that had me relaxing back into the warmth of the water.
Zachariah stripped himself of his cloak, then climbed in the other side of the tub.
“Come here, Little Red.” He beckoned me over, and I smiled, going to him. I straddled his waist, the tub wide enough to do so comfortably.
He lifted his hands to either side of my face and held me there so I had to look at him. His eyes met mine, and I sucked in a breath.
So green. But different shades that made him seem so much more intense.
“I’ve waited a long time for a scent like yours.” I licked my lips, not sure what to say. “But also a girl with a look in her eyes like the one you have.”
His words struck a chord inside me. A good one. He didn’t just want me for my scent. For the way my siren blood called to him. I shivered and tried to look away, but he held my face, not letting go of my eye contact.
“So curious. So excited. Even when there is fear there, it is always smothered by every other emotion you let consume you,” his words were soft as he read me.
His cock was thick and hard beneath my ass, and the urge to run my pussy along it, feel that piercing on me, had me fidgeting.
His lips turned up in a smirk. “So impatient to feel it all. I can give you what you need, Little Red.”
“Please,” I whispered.
He pulled my face into his, kissing me deeply. His touch went down my body, bringing goosebumps to my skin. He moved my hips for me.
“Take what you want. Do what your body is asking for.”
His kisses paused as he met my eyes again. I hesitated, my pussy trying to clamp on any kind of friction. My clit pulsed, demanding touch.
And he wanted me to just take it? I had never had that kind of control before. But excitement swirled inside me because damn, I wanted it.
I moved my hips on him, rocking against his cock. I sighed as it relieved a tiny sliver of the ache. I moved faster, further forward so his piercing brushed my clit.
A moan escaped, and I clenched my eyes shut, hanging my head, absorbing the pleasure I took.
“Look at me, Little Red. Take what you want, but you will look at me when you do it.”
I shuddered at the husk in his voice and looked up, my eyes staring into his.
Then I rocked my hips again. A small gasp escaped, the teasing building something dangerously tight inside me.
“More,” I gasped, “I want more.”
“Take it then.” He nodded to the water, and I sucked in a breath. I wanted him, and I was desperate for him inside me, so instead of questioning what I was doing, I let my body take control.
I didn’t know my body very well, but I knew what it was screaming at me in that moment.
I lifted my hips and reached down to place him at my entrance.
I looked up at him, his eyes clashing with mine as I sunk onto him. My mouth fell open, my chest tight as I held my breath, pleasure stealing every word and breath I had.
His chest vibrated as I filled my pussy with his cock. His hands went to my hips, and he gripped them.
“You set the pace. Figure out what you like, Little Red. Write your own fantasies, and then I’ll know exactly how to fill them,” he husked out.
My pussy clamped down on him at his words, and then I was moving. I didn’t think, just moved. I rode him, sinking onto him, starting slow until the tension and ache became too much. Then I moved faster.
Every time I sunk onto him, his hands clutched my hips tighter, his lips pursed harder. His eyes swirled with a dangerous heat that mine mirrored.
And his eyes never left mine. He kept eye contact, kept me watching him. I saw every move that my body made that gave him more pleasure. Every time my pussy clutched him, he grew even more tense, his eyes darker.
My body wound tighter and tighter, the moans falling from my lips as I gripped the edge of the bath with one hand, the other hand on his shoulder.
Until my clit pulsed.
I did what he said. I took what I wanted.
I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs, at the sensitive spot that drove my body headfirst into pleasure.
He smirked, watching me as he gave me what I needed.
He teased my clit and I rode him faster, harder. My gasps got louder, the sloshing water started spilling.
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