Chapter 451 – Owned by the Alphas Novel Free by Jen Cooper

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I gasped as they all pressed their lips on me, the fabric of my dress slipping away.

I was sure talking would be better for coming to terms with everything, and going back to the celebration was probably expected, but I couldn’t tear myself away. Their touch was everything I needed.

Every time we were together, it made everything right. Like when I used my voice –but less terrifying.

I could pretend that we were going to be okay, that the choice I had to make wasn’t going to break us.

So instead of talking, instead of doing anything that I was meant to do, I gave in to the alphas, living in blissful denial a little while longer.

33. The Maze

Being exposed in the corn maze, lying with three alphas, was not how I saw my night ending. But perhaps I should have.

Dorian was between my legs, stroking my walls with his tongue as if I were a delicacy he would never tire of. He used that tongue against my clit, sending pleasure through every part of me. It turned to heat in my core, and I gripped my hand through his hair, pulling tight, loving the way his long brown waves spilled over my fingers.

He was so damn good between my legs. My thighs trembled as he devoured me.

Atticus had his cock in my mouth. It was too big for me to manage the full length of it, but I used my tongue instead to make sure he felt it.

He groaned, his hand at the back of my neck, making sure I took as much of him as I could. He made so many noises, directing me with them.

And every growl he let out was so guttural, I felt it in every part of me.

With my body open to them, Zachariah had my other side, my hand gripping his length, pumping my small fist over it. It was silky smooth and so damn hard. The piercing at the end was being coated in his want.

He watched me like he always did, the burning of his eyes on me spurring me on to keep taking them.

Not that I had any intention of stopping.

The magic in my veins, the song, had tipped something inside me. Every touch, every kiss, everywhere we connected felt different.

Like they were soothing me, convincing me it was all going to be okay because they had me, because I was safe with them.

I felt that down to my bones and relished in it between them.

Dorian grabbed my ass, lifting my pussy higher to his mouth, licking and sucking until his teeth grazed my clit. I sucked in a breath, almost choking on Atticus.

“Careful, Fox,” Atticus warned, his hand going to my throat as he brushed his thumb down the front of it. “We don’t want that pretty throat bruised.”

Zachariah released a hint of a growl. “Speak for yourself,” he said.

I pulled away from Atticus to eye Zach. His eyes were dark as he smirked at me. They flicked down to my throat, and my pussy clamped on Dorian’s tongue.

He groaned and ate up everything I leaked.

Dorian groaned and leaned back. “She’s ready,” he panted, his lips shiny in the moonlight.

“Then fill our Little Red up before I take your turn,” Zachariah said.

Dorian smirked and came over me, parting my legs so he could get between them.

His cock was throbbing, thick veins running down it. I licked my lips and met his look as he placed himself at my entrance.

“Sweet Siren, you have my heart, body, and soul. Whoever you choose, that will remain true,” Dorian said, but before I could answer, he filled me.

My back arched, my words stuck in my throat as his thick tip hit deep inside me. My eyes fluttered closed, and I leaned back into the grass.

My hands were still on the other two, and the feeling of their pleasure leaked into me. Dorian lifted my thigh against him, opening me up wider so he could stroke me deeper. It worked and had me moaning over and over again with his thrusts.

I pumped the other two with my hands in time with Dorian. We were in sync. We found a rhythm between us like we were dancing to a beat only we could hear.

After using my voice, the power still electric inside me made the pleasure so much more intense. The connection was tangible, radiating off us as we met our bodies over and over again.

It was a threatening swell inside me, heat rising, pleasure with it.

I moaned and whimpered as every thrust of Dorian’s pushed me closer to the edge. I wanted to fall, but the storm inside me was one I wanted to endure.

Dorian endured it with me. He kept pushing into me, my body accepting him every time with a readiness that was almost debilitating.

I held the other two in my fists, keeping them connected to everything Dorian made me feel.

I arched and hooked my leg around, my heel in his ass as I urged him on.

He stroked me deep and strong until I was shuddering, tensing, and ready to let go.

He grabbed the back of my neck, met my eyes, and kept me watching as he shoved us off the edge with a frenzy of harsh thrusts.

I panted with him, my body lost to the swell that overcame it. Pleasure fell on me in one fell swoop that took my mind with it.

All I had was them. Some might think that was not enough, but I knew it was. It always would be.

I knew that in every fiber of my being. Being with them was like realigning my soul every damn time.

Dorian came as I did, slamming into me until he was empty and I was sated.

I shook and panted, coming down from the high. Dorian kissed me deeply, his hand grasping at my breast, teasing the peak as he pulled out of me. Zachariah took his place and pushed inside me.

I gasped against Dorian’s mouth, my hand still on Atticus.

He groaned as I gripped tight. He tugged at my hair, his fingers rough against my scalp. I shuddered as Zachariah’s piercing ran along my pussy, and he entered me again.

There were just so many sensations, all of them so damn good and overwhelming at the same time.

And I was already so sensitive.

Dorian kept kissing me, his touch everywhere. Atticus’s cock leaked and throbbed as I pumped it. Zachariah kept my body open, fucking me with rough thrusts that made me delirious with pleasure.

It was so desperate, so passionate, the way we moved together, high on ecstasy and power. I knew the others didn’t feel what we felt, that this was different. It had to be. Especially with the way the realm magic and siren magic moved through us.

Together, all four of us created this suffocating presence in the air that I knew meant something. It had to.

Zachariah watched me, his eyes on my face as I licked my lips. Dorian moved down my body, kissing and teasing my flesh, keeping every nerve of me alive. Atticus was groaning, his noises as loud as mine.

And then I was falling again, into the pit of pleasure with Zachariah, our bodies meeting at the bottom, crash landing into each other as we were consumed by it.

Magic was fierce beneath my skin and I cried out, sweat prickling my skin. I panted through my orgasm as Zachariah filled me.

He gripped my hip tight, thrust out his cum inside me then stilled. He was breathing hard when he pulled out of me. He winked then kissed my stomach, Dorian already at my neck, kissing there.

I sighed at the touch of their lips.

“Got another round in you, Fox?”

I nodded, breathing hard, not entirely sure that was true. My heart was racing, my body throbbing like it had been in a tub with water too hot.

Atticus smirked then lifted my legs. He pushed them down on my body so they were bent against me. Then he pushed inside me.

Inch by delicious inch, he filled me. And he did that so damn well.

I moaned so deep and loud, my body shaking as I took him in this new position. He was so snug in there.

Once he was completely sheathed, he groaned, his lock on my legs getting tighter.

And then he was fucking me with the strength and pace of a savage.

It was a brutal pleasure that filled me as fast and hard as he was.

It didn’t take long for him to get us to the point of no return–not after I had been teasing him for the entire time. And I was always weak when it came to them. I couldn’t stop myself from giving in every time.

My body erupted in a delicious eruption that took over my mind. There was nothing left but my alphas and what they had done to me.

Atticus growled and grunted, being as vocal as he was every time when he filled me.

I cried out, Zachariah catching the sound with a desperate kiss. Dorian clamped his mouth on my breast and teased it, stretching out the feeling of bliss until I was a mess.

My hair was tangled, my dress beneath me, the alphas’ clothes strewn over the self-made clearing in the maze.

I panted as Atticus stilled, his cum dripping out of me. He kissed me, stealing my mouth from Zach.

I was so sated, so content.

I sighed and closed my eyes. Dorian laid down with me, his body against mine.

Zachariah lay on the other side as Atticus used my thigh as a pillow.

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The distant sound of the celebration and our panting was the only thing that filled the night.

I sighed and looked up at the moon high in the sky.

It was so beautiful, shining so brightly on us.

It felt so good to be shined upon by it, as if the moon goddess was directing the rays.

The power in my blood hummed like normal, but it didn’t feel overwhelming like usual.

It felt like it was meant to–like it was a part of me.

Atticus stood up then and pulled on his pants. “I’m going to get us some drinks. I’ll be back.”

I nodded gratefully. I was parched from all the hoarse moans that had escaped during our time together.

Zachariah stroked down my stomach, and I smiled.

Dorian sat up quickly then, tensing as he eyed the maize with a wariness that had me sitting up too.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. Zachariah frowned and stood gracefully. He pulled on his pants and cloak, then moved around the clearing.

Dorian got dressed and did the same.

Both of their frowns had me getting dressed too.

I tied my dress back on my body and held my arms.

“A strange scent,” Dorian peered through a few stalks of maize that were as tall as he was.

I held my arms tighter, my skin rising.

“Strange how?”

Zachariah looked over his shoulder. “Wait here, Little Red. We’ll investigate,” he said.

Dorian nodded to Zach, then before I could argue about them leaving me here by myself, they were gone through the maze.

It took seconds for me to feel like that was a mistake.

As soon as they were gone, the hair on the back of my neck rose and the feeling of being watched became unbearable.

I swallowed and turned around in the small clearing I was in.

And then I knew I wasn’t alone.

I whirled to the feeling and came face to face with the one person I had hoped I would never see again.

Silas.

34. The Threat

“I knew our paths would cross again, Kassie,” Silas grinned, circling me in the maze.

“I’ll scream,” I snapped, not letting him get close.

“And who will care? Your alphas? They’re going to be a little preoccupied, I am afraid.” His stupid smile made my anger feral. Power thrashed in my veins, and the urge to use my voice became unbearable.

I clamped my jaw shut and eyed him, turning as he circled.

“Why are you doing this, Silas? For my voice?”

He nodded slowly. “You are a powerful siren, Kassandra Kane. Your family knew that, which is why they hid you in the mountains. Songs were written about it. The mountain song where the words in the wind haunted the villages. The one where vampires heard the call, and it was to their deaths. The one where wolves slaughtered each other just to hear it. That power lies in your voice. I want it.”

“I can give it to you,” I snarled, threatening him with power I had no idea how to use.

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