Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
His lips pressed on the hollow of my throat.
It all made it harder to breathe, to think, to speak. I wanted to know, but every time the word stop came to my mind, my body stole it away because stopping was the last thing I wanted to do.
“You don’t need to know.”
I sighed as he found my mouth and silenced me with his tongue.
He pulled up my dress and slipped his fingers between my legs, stroking my center with a skilled touch that almost brought me to my knees.
He was an expert and knew exactly where I needed his touch.
I almost sagged against him, leaning back against the wood, my body shuddering.
I tried to resist; I held out as long as I could, but it made no difference. My willpower was non-existent, and he was too good with my body.
I gave in, wrapping my arms around his shoulder and kissing him as his fingers entered me.
I moaned against his mouth, pressing my body into his, begging for more friction.
He gave it to me, pumping his fingers into me faster, adding a second finger while making sure his palm hit the top bone that built the pressure inside me.
I burned for him, my core in flames as I let myself go and immersed myself in him completely. He was what I wanted.
I didn’t care enough about the room to turn down the feelings he gave me. Not when I had potent magic constantly writhing beneath my veins, demanding an outlet.
It was the perfect distraction.
Atticus gave me a few more strokes, enough to have me writhing and clinging to him. Then he picked me up on his waist and slammed me against the door.
He was quick as he pulled himself from his pants, pulled my thighs wider, and entered me in a swift stroke that had me crying out. He caught my sounds with his kiss, smothering them, sending the pleasure straight to my core.
It burned even brighter, and I moaned against him, closing my eyes, reveling in the feelings of being filled so completely.
With the tension and heat, the pleasure and pure ecstasy came a relief that was so addictive, I couldn’t stop giving in.
I met his thrusts, my arms around his shoulders, cupping the back of his neck as he moved his tongue with mine. It was a perfect rhythm with his hips, a symphony of movements and pleasure that spoke to my core directly.
Like our bodies were whispering to each other, telling each other exactly what they needed to get to the end as fast as possible.
I whimpered as the heat got so hot, the tightness grew into an ache. He was so good, filling me so well.
And the sounds he made.
They were just as addictive. I would never tire of hearing how my pussy made him feel. He cursed under his breath, groaned deeply, growled, and his chest rumbled. It made it so much better.
He slammed me into the door again and again with his cock driving inside me, stretching me every time.
I locked my legs as tight as I could around him, his hands on my ass, bringing me to him so he could hit even deeper inside me.
When the flames inside got too much and the tightening would go any further, my body let go, exploding in a wave of blinding fireworks that burned through every other thought I might have had.
I trembled against him, my pussy throbbing with the swell of pleasure. It clamped down on him, and he let out a guttural sound that shook his entire body a second before he came with me.
He fucked me harder for a few deep, life-altering thrusts before stilling, spilling all of himself inside.
I clutched him, panting and shivering through my own orgasm with him.
The water around us made it seem so much more surreal–like I was in some dream. But I didn’t want to wake up.
Atticus leaned into me, his own breaths harsh as he growled, kissing me roughly.
“You feel so fucking good, Fox. You take me so well.”
I moaned against his kiss, waiting for him to carry me to his room for another round, but instead, his bedroom door opened.
Zachariah and Dorian came out. They both looked unimpressed by our state against the door, still connected.
“We’re meant to be showing her what our realms are like, not filling her every other minute,” Zachariah muttered.
Atticus kissed me again, then put me down. I straightened myself out and he grinned, tucking himself back in. “Wrong, Zachy Boy. I’m meant to be showing her what life will be like when she chooses me. I was showing her.”
Atticus’ grin was infectious and I mimicked him. The other two just rolled their eyes. Dorian nodded to the stairs at the end. “Let’s take her up to the markets.”
I tensed. “Where the vampires are?”
“They have been removed,” Atticus promised.
I let out a grateful breath, then followed the alphas back up through the tunnel of water to the top of the white palace.
Atticus led us back through where we had come and back outside. He went down to the sandy bank and looked over his shoulder at me. “Want to see me walk on water?”
My eyes widened. “You can do that?”
He laughed and stepped onto the water. He was a foot deep and strode across the canal between the palace land on the lake to where the villages and markets were thriving.
It was like it had been in the forest pack, full of life and people going about their daily tasks.
I looked back to Atticus, who was striding confidently across the water, his hands tucked into his pockets.
“How?” I asked, still shocked.
Dorian leaned in. “Underneath is the system of underwater rooms and tunnels. The rooftops act as a walkway.”
Oh. I smiled at that and stepped into the water with a wary foot. It touched the walkway beneath the water, and I grinned.
So cool.
I followed Atticus, and the other two followed me.
We went up to the markets, the entire left side of the land covered in docks and fishing from the lake. People moved in and out of boats holding baskets, fishing nets, and ropes. Atticus led us over to the stalls on the sandy terrain where people were bustling about.
He led me through the columns of stalls, and I smiled, looking at all.
It was a lot to take in, but I loved it.
The water village had its own preferences–people on the ground making wooden carvings, some smoking fish to sell, some painting with oils–all trying to trade and sell for things.
There were so many trinket stalls–ones with handmade beaded jewelry.
Atticus stopped us there and grinned at the vendor.
An elderly woman was sitting on a stool with a huge pile of brown hair on her head. I wasn’t sure how it was sitting there; it looked knotted with beads and fraying strands everywhere.
She had so many beaded necklaces and bracelets on that she jingled when she moved.
Her earrings were huge, making her ears droop.
“Alpha Atticus. You honor me,” she smiled.
“No, you honor us with your presence, Catori,” Atticus grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. She was an elderly woman–a lot older than most of the people at the market.
And she was the most dressed one, too. She wore a cloth of deep, rich colors and a thin texture.
“Something for the Luna today, Alpha?” Catori smiled, looking at me.
Atticus nodded and looked over the trinkets. They were all stunning. So many colors in such a beautiful array of craft.
Atticus looked over them all, then finally sighed and looked back at Catori. “Will you choose? I bow to your wisdom,” he grinned.
She smiled widely, and her deep, dark eyes turned to me.
I smiled. “Hi,” I said, not sure what else to greet her with.
“Luna,” she bowed her head, “please, think of what trinket calls to you. Don’t say it out loud, just keep it in your heart.”
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