Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
Atticus growled, his eyes glowing as he looked up at me. Even Zachariah’s cool, calm, collected demeanor broke. His claws grew, and he cleared his throat. “Damn. That voice of yours is one hell of a weapon, Little Red.”
“Sorry,” I moaned, not meaning to let my voice out again in a husky whisper that sounded more like a song.
“Sweet Siren, you are going to make sure we don’t make it to the ritual if you keep speaking to us in that tone.”
I smirked, and a rush of power raced through me–one that made me actually feel like using my voice. Like it would be cherished and worshiped, not used against me or to hurt people.
My alphas brought that out in me, and I smirked, leaning into their touch so I could feel more of the power they gave in everyone.
It felt so right, having them touch me together–working together to bring out something inside me.
I couldn’t explain it, but it was what I imagined perfection to be.
p class=”p-p”>”So, this ritual–” I panted, trying to think through the haze in my mind.
“I invited all the packs,” Zachariah said against my throat, “I thought it would be good for us all to come together to honor the realm that gave us such power on the blood moon.”
“The packs don’t normally come together, do they?” I asked breathily.
“Not usually.” Dorian was the one to answer, still teasing my thighs. “But Zachariah offered, and I think it might be good to see the packs together instead of so separate.”
Atticus was quiet; I eyed him and he smiled, “I’m just wondering how many fights are going to break out because of this. I accepted the invite, though. I will be interested to see for myself what it is like to have all congregated.”
“They won’t actually fight, will they?” I asked as Dorian climbed over me, pulling me into him. He pushed apart my thighs, slicked his tip against my pussy, then slid inside me, slowly and tenderly.
A ring in my voice sounded out. I clamped my mouth shut to stop it, but Zachariah leaned down by my ear, “That sound is too beautiful to be hidden, Little Red. It’s okay to let it out,” he whispered.
Atticus pulled my mouth to his, Dorian still thrusting inside me. “And no, Fox. We won’t let the wolves fight. If we are the alphas we are meant to be, then they will be on their best behavior.”
I couldn’t answer with them all touching and fucking me, so I simply nodded and fell into the sensation of being theirs. It made everything better, and in the back of my mind, I thought about Zach’s words. My voice. It was okay to let it out. But that was their opinion. What about the rest of the packs? What about Silas?
With that on my mind, I kept my mouth shut, my voice in, and let go to the feelings of the alphas.
Later on, when the orange glow of the sun bathed over the grasslands and everyone was getting ready for the ritual, I was helping Taylin with some of the decorations. I had helped him line the wooden stage with flowers and helped him greet the guests from the other packs, too.
That had been eye-opening. They had all greeted me with smiles and warm hugs like they had known me for years. Like they were happy to see me there, even though it was another territory. It was surreal.
Whenever I kissed one of the alphas in public, then another stole me for a kiss too, I expected anger or resentment from the other packs, but there was none of that. It was like all of them had fallen into an acceptance of what was coming. I was either going to be a part of them or not, but even if I wasn’t, I meant something now.
I had been introduced to them all, their lives, their customs, and I had been with their alphas. Somehow that meant something to them. I didn’t fully understand it, but I was glad for it. I felt good–like I belonged.
When I was with them, it was easy to forget everything that had happened before.
Throughout the day, my alphas would come over, kiss me, steal me away for secret whispers and stolen affection.
I loved it. I was a part of it.
Everyone was getting situated by the pop-up wooden stage, all the packs in their individual sections. Zachariah was dressed in loose black leather pants and a black cloak. He was on stage with Taylin, setting up the platform for the performances.
I had seen a few of them being practiced during the day and was quite looking forward to seeing them come to fruition.
I had dressed in a loose black dress that was long and dipped low at the front. It flowed around my legs, and I waltzed toward the stage, ready to stand with my alphas when Atticus pulled me aside.
I gasped as he pulled me between two huts.
“Hey, are you okay?” I asked.
He looked like he was blushing, which was strange for Atticus. He was always sure of himself–except for now.
I grabbed his hands, “Something wrong?” I tried again.
He shook his head, “No. Not wrong. I’ve just been thinking,” he said quietly. A few people bustled past the tents, and Atticus pulled me further around them.
I frowned and let him pull me into a more secluded area, “Thinking about what?” I asked.
Then my brain went on a way of its own, “Wait, is this about the decision? Are you going to ask me not to pick you? Because I don’t want to force you into anything. I won’t be offended–“
“Shut up, Fox,” Atticus said, then kissed me. I took it, surprised and interrupted. Atticus pulled back and cupped my face with his giant hands, “I’m not backing out of anything,” he grinned.
“Then what are you thinking about? And why don’t you want anyone else to know?” I asked, looking around at the secluded place he had brought us.
“My sweet Fox. I am trying to tell you that I am going to be performing tonight.”
That was not what I had been expecting. My heartbeat picked up, and I imagined him on that stage in front of all the wolves. “Are you sure? Aren’t your pack scared of siren magic?” I asked.
Atticus shrugged. “I’m going to play my guitar. I think it’s time people knew what I can do, and tonight, they’re all together. I want to show them they don’t have to be scared of it. Or scared of my mom.”
I understood that. I hated hiding who I was too.
“Okay. I look forward to hearing it then, Atticus.” I smiled, trying to reassure him.
Atticus grinned suspiciously. “That’s the thing, Fox. I don’t want you to just hear it. I want you to be a part of it.”
I almost choked on my own saliva. “What?” My heart froze.
“I want you to sing with me, Fox. Will you?”
30. The Answer
“Atticus,” I said on a panicked breath, “I love that you are going to get up there and show everyone what you are, but I am not there yet.” I tremored as I spoke.
“The idea of getting up there in front of three packs? One of them being extremely suspicious of the magic you suggest? I can’t do that. No–“
“Shh. Shh,” Atticus said, grabbing my hands and pulling me into him. “There’s no pressure, Fox. I just thought it might help both of us to have us both up there together, but I can do it alone.”
I hated that there was a flicker in his eyes when he said that, but I couldn’t be what he wanted. Not yet. Not with all the eyes on me, the judgment.
What if Silas heard me again? What if he was out there now, in the woods waiting for his chance?
It would mean getting people I loved killed again, and I couldn’t do that. It couldn’t be my fault again.
So even though I hated the hurt I created in him, and the fact that he would be showing up by himself, I couldn’t do it.
I wanted to; I dreamed of the day I could just sing when I wanted and not be worried about who was going to get hurt because of it.
But the idea of that being today? Made me terrified.
“Hey, it was just an idea, Fox. Calm that rapid heart of yours. I can be satisfied with just hearing your voice in bed.” He grinned, then kissed me again.
I wasn’t about to argue when he kissed me like that. I kissed him back, needing to make sure he wasn’t mad at me. He didn’t seem mad when he lifted me onto his waist. I grinned as he pushed me against one of the wooden huts we stood between.
His tongue pushed inside my mouth, and I danced mine with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled his pant strings apart.
“Won’t the packs know what we’re doing? Sense it or something?” I whispered.
Atticus chuckled, “What do you think they are all doing to prepare for this thing and control their urges to compete or show strength near other wolves?”
I grinned at that and kissed him. Atticus shoved my dress out of the way, slipping his finger inside me. I buried my face in his neck, kissing and scraping teeth along his skin as he fucked me, adding a finger, reaching the spot inside me that made me scream.
I moaned and gasped, pleasure radiating through my bones. My core was on fire, and my skin too.
Heat built up in my body until it had nowhere to go, and when I was on the cusp of giving in, Atticus pulled himself out and pushed inside me.
I cried out, burying my sounds in his shoulder. He filled me so deep, his thick cock stroking me well enough to have me moaning and gasping all over again.
I pulled his lips to mine, kissing him, sliding my tongue against his as our bodies met. Over and over again, he pushed pleasure through me. So much of it I could barely breathe.
I rocked my hips against his as he slammed me between his body and the wall of the hut. It was a brutal fuck that had me throbbing in all the right places.
It didn’t take long before Atticus had me at breaking point. Between his body and his lips, I was one live nerve ending.
When I came, his kiss took my voice away, making sure it didn’t escape because it had been about to. It was getting harder to hold back–especially when I was being fucked or even just touched by the alphas.
I kissed him back, my body exploding, the tension in me breaking. I fell apart against him. My pussy clamped down and I moaned out the last of my orgasm, riding it out on his dick. As soon as I hit the tail end of mine, he growled and came, filling me with his cock and cum, slamming his hips into me.
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