Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
So I stood up and went to one of the instruments hanging on the wall. I picked it off and carried it over to Atticus. He frowned at it and then at me.
“Play something for me? I’d like to hear it.”
He grabbed the instrument and looked over it, then shook his head. “I haven’t played in a long time.”
I leaned down and pulled his face to mine, “I don’t want you to wear a mask for me, Atticus. I want to see the real you.” I kissed him.
When I pulled back, he locked eyes with me, “I’ll play. You sing.”
I tensed and shook my head. Mine wasn’t a mask. It was fear. “I’ll hum. I’m not ready for the voice part yet.”
He hesitated, then nodded. He put the instrument on his knee, the neck of it in his hand, then placed his fingers on the strings at one end.
I wasn’t sure how well my humming was going to go, and I wasn’t sure what power was going to come out from us creating music together, but I was excited to find out, even if it was only to see behind the mask that Atticus put on.
He put his fingers to the strings and looked up at me. I smiled and nodded.
He strummed his fingers down the strings and began to sing, and I began to hum.
The second we did, I felt it.
22. The Music
Music filled the room, created by Atticus and the strumming of his fingers on the string instrument. As soon as it did, my voice started forcing its way out.
I controlled it enough to hum, but it was a melodic sound that went perfectly with the flow of the music. We were in sync, filling the room with magic, musical vibrations together.
I grinned as I hummed, the feeling in my body from letting even that part of me out, euphoric. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back in the chair opposite Atticus.
The music filled me, the magic spread out over the room and even from inside the room, I could feel the water moving in time with our music. We were the whispers in the wind tonight.
It felt so damn good to finally have someone hear even a part of what my voice was. To have Atticus reveal what he was too, made the moment that much better.
When he stopped strumming and I stopped humming, the song coming to a close, the magic stayed in my veins. I was almost panting with the pressure of it.
I lifted my head, my eyes fluttering open. Mine met Atticus’ and we grinned at each other–which is when I noticed we were not alone.
Zachariah and Dorian had closed the door and were both leaning against it, smiling at us. Zachariah’s eyes were on mine like usual, and I smiled back.
“I didn’t know you were here,” I said. “Sorry for running off.”
“Don’t be. We all get overwhelmed. The unknown can be frightening,” Zach said, coming over to kiss my cheek. “You sounded beautiful, Little Red. A true siren voice is within you.”
I blushed at his compliment as Dorian strode over and nodded to Atticus. “You shouldn’t hide who you are from your pack. What we just heard is not something that will make them afraid. It will help them accept. Nobody could turn down beauty like that.”
He turned to me. “And your voice, Sweet Siren, is made to be heard. Even in a hum, I am in awe.”
“Isn’t that kind of the problem, though? It takes over, it mesmerizes, it has power over people.”
“All magic does. Wolves who shift, vampires who bite. There is nothing wrong with them or a siren who sings,” Zachariah reassured me, his hand in mine, drawing lazy circles over the skin.
I smiled and leaned into him, then looked at Atticus, who was looking a little sheepish. “You were amazing, Atticus. I’ve never heard it played like that before. I loved it.”
He smiled and gave me a wink before he cleared his throat and put the guitar down. When he did, the magic swelled inside me again.
I wanted him to play more. I wanted to hum more. My skin tingled and my breath became tight. I knew what that meant, too.
Apparently, so did my alphas. Dorian sniffed the air and his glowing eyes landed on me. “Did our praise make you happy, Sweet Siren?” he asked, inching closer.
Zachariah was perched on the edge of the chair and his hand started stroking down the strands of my red hair. I shook my head. “The music made the magic a little restless inside me,” I admitted.
There was no point denying it when my scent gave me away every damn time. Atticus stood and strode over to me, sinking to the floor between my legs–his favorite place to be, it seemed.
“I can’t wait to hear your voice when you are ready to share it with us, Fox, but until then, let me help you make other sounds,” he grinned, then parted my thighs and lifted my skirts.
I didn’t stop him because it was exactly what I wanted. No. What I needed. He dipped his mouth against my pussy, and I immediately tensed, my walls clamping.
I lifted my leg onto his shoulder; the other, Zachariah grabbed and widened. I moaned as Atticus moaned against me. I pushed my fingers through his blonde hair, my head falling back as a sigh ripped from my throat.
Zachariah leaned down and kissed me, holding my leg open for Atticus. Dorian came around, slowly stripping his clothes off as I eyed him.
He came close, and Zachariah turned my head from his lips to the tip of Dorian’s cock. It was hard and throbbing already. I took it greedily.
I wasn’t usually so forward, but something about humming with Atticus, using my voice even that little bit, had empowered me. I wanted the alphas, all three of them, and I wanted them to make my body feel good.
I wanted them all over me, suffocating me with pleasure. Zachariah pulled my jaw open, and Dorian filled my mouth. I moaned as he slid to the back of my throat.
I couldn’t take him all, but I tried, my tongue moving around him, licking and sucking. I was splayed over the chair like a worshiped goddess, and it was such a powerful feeling.
All three alphas were mine in that moment, something that helped the intense cravings that constantly clawed at me. I shuddered and gripped Atticus’ hair tighter.
My other hand dipped below Zach’s pants. I found his cock and started stroking it in time with my sucks of Dorian’s. I moved in sync with them–in sync with Atticus, who was still devouring me.
He was always the one who wanted to taste me, like my taste alone could cure something inside him. I didn’t mind; he was just as addictive to me.
Zachariah held my jaw open for Dorian, held my thigh for Atticus while I stroked him. His breaths were harsh as his chest moved fast.
Dorian’s hands were in my hair, tugging at the strings on the front of my dress, only stopping when my breasts spilled from the fabric. Then he groaned and reached for the closest one.
I was so open for them, and I wasn’t embarrassed. I wasn’t questioning if I was good enough for the first time since I had met them. I knew that I was.
I knew that I could handle them, and with every suck, with every stroke, I challenged them to handle me. It was a different dynamic, but one I loved.
When I came, the heat and tension exploding in my body–it was so powerful, everything inside me colliding in an epic peak that had me crying out and desperate for the alphas to give me more.
Atticus pulled away, grinning. He wiped his mouth and stood. Zachariah did too. Zachariah got to his knees, and with his height, his cock was right where it needed to be.
Thank fuck for that. I edged forward, but he just smirked, gripped my thighs, and yanked me onto him.
I cried out, gripping the edge of the chair. He leaned forward and gripped the back of my neck so I had to look at him. He fucked me, again and again, filling me with long strokes that I felt in every part of me because his piercing was kryptonite to my core.
Every time it hit, I trembled, almost coming again. He held me to him, keeping my neck cupped so his eyes could stare into mine the entire time.
I had never been good at eye contact until now. Somehow, it made it that much hotter.
Atticus had stripped off and was stroking himself, Dorian too as Zachariah enjoyed me. It was a hot scene since Zachariah had barely taken his clothes off.
He was the most private–they told me that–but he was fucking me in front of them. It was progress and I loved it. Everything felt so much more open and different.
Like something had shifted in my mind and I was the lock that was keeping us at arm’s length. I didn’t feel that way now. That lock on the door I had broken represented so much more now.
I knew it in the way they felt around me; just their presence was calming. I did feel safe. I did trust them.
I moved my hips against Zach, groaning as he made sure he hit my core. I clenched the edge of the chair, desperate to touch the others too.
“Together?” I asked, looking at Zach because he was the one that was hesitant in that regard. I would respect him if it wasn’t what he wanted, but I knew I did.
He nodded once. As soon as he did, Atticus came over. He lifted me up and I whimpered as Zachariah slipped out.
Zach moved to sit underneath me, and Atticus put me on his lap, opening my thighs again. “Zach, you think you can be gentle enough with that piercing?” Atticus growled.
Zach nodded and positioned himself against my ass. I sucked in a breath. They had played there before, but a full cock? A pierced one. I gulped.
I gripped the edges of the chair and lifted myself a little to take him. Dorian came over and kissed me. “Let Atticus get you ready, Sweet Siren.”
***
I didn’t know what that meant until I felt Atticus touch my ass. He had spit on his fingers and was slowly manipulating my asshole. I tensed at the foreign sensation.
“Relax, Little Red. We’ll make this good for you,” Zach promised.
I trusted them enough to believe that, so I untensed, bit by bit, until I was sucking a breath, moaning against the intrusion of Atticus’ fingers into my backside.
“Oh,” I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed. He touched my clit too, adding delicious pleasure to my core with every touch.
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