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I gulped as he pulled one taut around his hand.
“Like what?” I dared to ask.
Dorian’s breath tickled my ear as he moved his lips to them.
“We’re going to have some fun with your body–and we’re going to use the vines to do it,” he whispered.
I swallowed deeply, my stomach tightening. “Okay.”
11. The Cook
The vines tightened on my wrist, and I sucked in a sharp breath. My mind couldn’t help drawing parallels to the last time I was tied up.
Silas had been putting me on my cross with chains for torture. This time, I was being tied to a tree with vines for pleasure. And by three very dangerously attractive alphas.
“I don’t have very good memories of being tied up,” I admitted shakily once I was secured to the tree.
“Then let us give you some, Little Red,” Zachariah said softly, coming forward, dragging his finger down my face.
His touch left tingling skin behind, and I met his eyes. “Please?”
The corner of his lips lifted, and he moved in to steal my mouth. He kissed me with a depth that would have had me swooning if the vines weren’t holding me up.
I jumped when more fingers dragged over my skin. I broke the kiss with Zachariah and looked down to where Atticus was on his knees. He grinned up at me, winking before he slowly undid my pants, tugging at the strings with a quiet urgency.
He tugged them down my hips to my knees, locking me in place.
He kissed the flesh of my pussy, and I sighed at the way his warm breath brushed it.
Zachariah kissed me again, his tongue swiping inside my mouth at the same time Atticus stroked my pussy with his.
I moaned at the instant pleasure that shocked my core. I resisted against the vines, but they didn’t snap. They dug into my skin.
Atticus made a meal of my pussy, pinning me to the tree with his tight grasp on my hips. He kissed, licked, and sucked as I writhed against him.
Zachariah was everywhere with his kisses, teasing and tasting my flesh. He moved over my neck, my jaw, my collarbone that was surprisingly sensitive.
And when I was sure I could take no more sensations, Dorian was there. He took the other side of my neck, pushing his hand against it.
The cup of my neck tightened and I sucked in a breath. Dorian groaned as he sniffed along my skin.
My body was hot and tight as they pleasured me. I had never felt so good tied up before.
Dorian gripped my breast in his hand, leaning down to take a peaked nipple in his mouth. His teeth grazed me at the same time Atticus sucked my clit.
I cried out, pleasure wreaking havoc on my body. My hands dug into the tree where they were tied back to it.
I was completely at their mercy and I wasn’t scared. I felt safe and so damn hot.
My pussy soaked Atticus’ mouth as he made sure I was leaking for him with every swift swipe of his tongue over my clit.
The edge was right there, so damn close. I panted as the urge to fall got more extreme inside me.
Dorian’s mouth stayed on my breasts, making sure they were as sensitive as the nub between my legs. Zachariah had my skin prickling with pleasure, bringing every nerve ending to life beneath it. And Atticus was at the center of me, driving me straight to the edge of the cliff with a precision that I couldn’t deny.
I tried to buck my hips into him, the pressure getting unbearable inside me.
“Feel it, Little Red. Give in to us.” Zachariah’s soft, raspy words were all I needed.
I exploded around them all, shuddering as I fell off the edge of control. The tension snapped inside me, combusting in sparks of pleasure that shot through me. Every part of me was a slave to that feeling.
I fell into it hard, my breaths coming in sharp pants as heat overwhelmed me.
The high was high and the fall was long. But it left me buzzing with relief.
Atticus wiped his mouth, licking his fingers like he’d just enjoyed some ribs. He smirked and kissed my lips so I could taste my own saltiness on him.
Zachariah turned my mouth so he could taste it too, kissing me.
“This is a much better memory,” I whispered when I pulled back.
Zachariah smirked, then ripped the vines from me. He rubbed over the bruises they had left, kissing the marks on my upper arms.
“I can help you as well?” I offered, looking at them all. Their eyes held a heat I knew well now. Their chests moved dramatically with their heavy breaths, and none of them–especially Atticus–had a hope in hell of hiding the state their cocks were in.
Dorian pulled my face to his, my eyes clashing with his. “This was for you, Sweet Siren. We can wait.”
“Speak for yourself,” Atticus muttered with a petulant frown. I laughed at that and did up my pants.
“Can I see more of your territory now?” I asked. The whole point of this was to see more of what would be my life. I was starting to think I would live on cock at this point. It did feel out of this world amazing, but I needed more.
Dorian kissed my cheek and nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me away from the tree.
Zachariah and Atticus followed behind as we walked through the forest.
He pointed to the river that wound through the trees of the forest, the trickling of water breaking the silence of the deep green foliage. “That river runs through to the main water source of the realm. The Great Lake.”
“My territory.” Atticus was proud when he spoke. I smiled at him over my shoulder, my hand still in Dorian’s as we walked.
“Across the river is where the other parts of my pack are. The warriors of my pack stay on this side of the river. It edges on vampire territory, so they protect the front line on this side.”
I shivered at the mention of vampires. The forest was a huge part of the realm, taking up most of werewolf territory, but to know that it edged that territory made my stomach turn.
“The children and the wolves who have stopped shifting live over that side with the humans of my territory. We have a school, markets, healers.”
“Can I see it?” I asked.
Dorian smiled, nodding, “Of course.”
He led me to the river, walking along it until we came to a small wooden bridge. He walked me over it and through more forest. It didn’t take long for us to come up to the main hub of his territory.
My jaw dropped when we did.
It was beautiful. More candles hung in cases on vines from tree to tree. Wildflowers grew in the shrubs and every building looked like it belonged. All the huts were built in the trees, stairs up tree trunks with arches and naturally curved detailing.
Women walked, chatted as they held baskets of laundry and food, and the children ran past laughing, trying to chase each other.
It was a vast space in the forest that had no darkness. The sun shone straight down onto it.
Some of the warriors were here with their families, their booming voices taking up the air.
There were a few bigger buildings in the larger trees, sitting up high like treehouses.
I took it all in, a sense of home filling me. Something comfortable and safe settling in my chest.
I let out a relieved breath. This was what I needed.
To see others living here, safe and happy.
I could see myself here.
I looked up at Dorian with a grin, “Your territory is beautiful, Dorian.”
He looked so proud; my grin widened.
“Let me show you more,” he offered. I nodded, heading through the main path system to the central hub clearing.
There were people climbing the trees, hanging decorations, carting big loads of food and barrels of wine toward one of the huts at the back.
“What’s going on there?” I asked.
“A celebration. For a successful blood moon ritual.”
Dorian’s short answer had me looking up at him. “Successful? What does that mean?”
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