Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
I sat astride him, kissing him before I had to pull back to breathe. He chuckled and held my chin between us.
“You’re still too sick,” he said, and I shook my head.
“I’m fine. Please, Derik? Tomorrow is the full moon, everything could change, and I want to have you before then,” I said, running my fingers down to the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it.
He let me take it off. And then I was kissing him again, my lips tugging at his, his tongue finding my mouth as the desire swirled in my stomach.
I sucked in a breath as he pressed his lips against my throat and ran his fingers up my nightgown, along the sensitive skin of my thighs.
Goosebumps formed all over me, twisting my nipples into hard peaks through my white gown. I sucked in a breath as he found the nipple, tweaking it, sending pleasure straight to my core.
I pushed him down against the bed, finding his lips again as he gently pulled my nightie from my body.
“So beautiful,” he breathed, looking over me with a gaze that was so hot and fierce that I trembled, the feeling burrowing deep within me, leaking into my bones as I ground against his thick length.
He sucked in a breath before finding my mouth again. He rolled us easily. I never suspected him switching positions on me since we both knew missionary was a no from him.
I chuckled as I looked up at him, remembering the first time we had slept together.
He grinned, reading my mind before kissing me softly.
“I’ll take you any way I can, but if the choices allow me to be buried inside you in any other position, then I will take it. But for now, I want to do other things.”
He grinned widely before tracing his lips down my stomach to the space between my thighs that was hot and throbbing with need.
He stroked my folds with his wet tongue, and I moaned at the intensity of the pleasure that it released within me. He was so good with that thing.
He started slow, tasting me, teasing me, working me up until I was desperate for more, needing more friction and demanding a way to get it, urging my hips into his mouth.
He kissed and nibbled, sucked and licked until I was crying out, all thoughts of tomorrow and my cold gone from my brain. It was the perfect distraction. He was perfect.
I clutched his head with my thighs, his hair going through my fingers as I gripped the strands hard, the blanket bunched in my other hand as an orgasm so powerful collapsed on me.
I screamed with a hoarse throat as his tongue stroked my walls faster, harder, making me shake through the pleasure as it claimed me.
Then he was licking up my release, then over my thighs, over the bites they had left scarred into my skin as I shuddered and arched into it.
I had no idea how they made it so intense every time, but it was enough to make me wildly obsessed with them.
“Derik,” I breathed, begging him to claim me the way both our bodies were demanding.
“I’ve got you, beautiful,” he breathed before sliding his hands underneath my ass, pulling me onto his waiting cock with a yank on my hips.
I gasped at the fullness that my body should be used to, but it wasn’t. It stretched for him again, intensifying everything inside me.
Derik pulled me onto him for a couple of strokes, then fell back onto the bed, bringing me with him so I slammed down on his length.
His hilt hit against me, his cock so fucking deep it had me clawing at his skin, trying to relieve the pleasure and tension. I moaned and gasped, riding him hard as my skin prickled with sweat.
I clutched his body with my thighs, the overwhelming force of pleasure and ecstasy on that cusp of coming down on me, but I held it together, breathing hard into it.
He thrust up inside me, meeting my body with his and staring.
His eyes never left mine, holding them, filling me with so much more than just pleasure. Love, comfort, safety, a feeling like home.
It was so much, I couldn’t hold back. I let the emotions crash in on me, crying out, my back arching, my eyes clenching closed as my head tipped back.
Derik growled as I orgasmed, my pussy milking him, luring him into his own release. He sat up, pinning me to him, fucking me hard as he came, burying his face in my neck, his skin sliding against mine as we finished together.
We finally slowed down until I was sitting on his lap, holding him against me, our breathing harsh in the silence. I ran my fingers through his hair, down his back as he caressed my legs.
“Lorelai?” he breathed, finally changing the silence.
“Mmm?” I asked, my eyes closed as I leaned my head on his.
“You know we’re not going to let you go alone tomorrow, right?” he murmured, and I tensed, pulling back.
“You have to.” I frowned at him, staring down at his face, but he was dead serious. I should have known my alphas were not going to let that happen.
“No. We should, but we don’t have to. And we’re not going to. Elias has a plan, and I don’t think that involves keeping your brother alive anyway. Which means we are not risking your life by letting you walk into a trap. Your life on the line is the only one we are not willing to risk,” he explained.
I had no answer.
It didn’t matter that I loved my brother or that I didn’t want them choosing me or him, I wanted us both to survive. It didn’t matter that I was the only one meant to be coming because they had made up their minds.
They were not going to let me go by myself, whether I tried to convince them to or not.
“I’m sorry, I wish we could just let you go, but we can’t.”
I hugged him tighter. “I know,” I whispered.
I would be the same if it was them in danger, so I couldn’t get angry that they were keeping their promise and doing whatever it took to keep me safe.
It showed how much they loved me, and having three alphas that willing to protect me was something out of a dream after the life I had lived.
I just had to hope that they were right and Elias wasn’t willing to kill my brother over it.
44. The Burn
The full moon. A night for werewolves. A night for mystery–and probably pain.
But most of all, the night I had been waiting for.
I had to confront Elias with my decision not to be a part of his winter born crusade against the wolves.
I wasn’t like him. I didn’t want power, I didn’t want to use my shadows, I just wanted to be accepted, and I had that. I wasn’t about to throw it away.
And if I was being honest about it, the humans had treated me much worse than the wolves ever had.
Sure they had taken my virginity for some blood moon ritual, but technically I had given it. We all had.
The humans were the ones who couldn’t accept who and what I was.
It didn’t make me want to end them though, so Elias could shove it up his entitled ass because I wasn’t buying what he was peddling, even if it could be the only chance I had at a true mating or children with my alphas.
I stood in the wardrobe, plaiting my hair down my back, looking over the dresses that I had been provided and trying to figure out how I was going to fight in the layers.
I didn’t mind wearing a dress, I liked feeling nice and I knew how lucky it made me to have all my clothing provided, but I was going to a cemetery where I would probably be fighting for my life, so turning up in something I would also wear out on a stroll seemed kind of wrong.
As if reading my mind (they probably had), my alphas came through to the wardrobe.
Kai was wearing a sultry smirk like he always did, Derik had a hardened stare that only softened in his eyes when he was around me, and Brax was wearing his heart on his sleeve with a big grin as he handed me a pair of black leather pants.
“From Anetta. She wishes you well,” Derik explained, handing me a muslin shirt that was similar to the ones they always wore.
I grinned back, loving that it wasn’t an odd thing for females to wear attire like the males.
I pulled the borrowed clothes on. They fit snugly to my body, and I wondered if they were actually borrowed. Anetta and I were not the same size, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she had found these for me specifically.
I looked up at my alphas, who had smirks on their faces that told me the answer. I had to thank her later for that but for now, I had to prepare myself.
I felt better, stronger, like I’d never been sick. It was strange, but so was everything about what I was doing.
I put on some black boots, then grabbed my dagger and tucked it in there. I put my hands on my hips and blew out a breath.
Kai, Derik, and Brax were dressed in the same way, almost comically matching.
Except their eyes were flashing red.
“Is that because of the full moon?” I asked, pointing to my eyes.
Kai nodded. “Yeah, we went for a run with the pack before and it’s hard to shift back into human on a full moon, especially before the peak,” he explained, and I nodded.
Derik led us back to the room, and I stared out the windows that were open, with the netting blowing in. The moon was out, still low in the sky.
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