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5. The Ceremony
“Take off the cloak,” Zachariah said, his body closing in on mine.
Dorian and Atticus moved in, too.
With shaky hands, I removed the cloak, letting it drop to the ground.
Standing there in only my silver dress had me thinking about what I had actually agreed to.
I was giving myself to three alphas–by choice.
My stomach fluttered at the idea, heat spreading fast as they brushed their impressive bodies against me.
“I, Zachariah Ferus, take Kassandra Kane as a Grasslands Pack claim.”
“I, Atticus Trux, take Kassandra Kane as a Water Pack claim.”
“I, Dorian Achlis, take Kassandra Kane as a Forest Pack claim.”
The night glowed red, the air becoming thick and tight with desire. I sucked in a breath as it filled my body.
My eyes went wide as my thighs trembled, my skin raising.
I licked my lips, a carnal need pulsing with my blood, rushing to my ears. I was sure my heart was going to beat right out of my rib cage if I didn’t touch them.
I reached forward, brushing my fingers down Dorian’s chest. The instant I did, a pang of pleasure shot through me in the core. I gasped, splaying my hand over his tattoo. It looked like it was moving, the leaves on the trees blowing in the wind, the vines winding through the branches.
“It’s moving,” I whispered.
“The realm accepts our joint claim to you,” Dorian said softly.
Oh. So it was happening.
I hoped to the stars that I wasn’t still dreaming. And if I was, that I wouldn’t wake up.
My ears were filled with my own racing heartbeat, but I could still hear the moans and screams of ecstasy that were happening all over the clearing.
It had my stomach clenching because I was more than ready to be making those noises too.
“I had a dream about you. All of you. Before I came here,” I whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment by being too loud and breaking the tension.
I eyed Atticus, who had moved behind me, stepping in close so I could feel his hardness at my backside. Heat flared inside me, and I bit my lip.
“Then this is where you were meant to be. The realm has foretold it,” Zachariah explained, which I hoped was true because at that moment, there wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to be.
Atticus slowly pulled down the straps of my dress, and the silver silk slipped off me.
A low rumble started in Atticus’s chest, his fingers tracing over my back. I knew what he was seeing. The silver scars from Silas’s torture. Healing elixir could only do so much.
“Who hurt you, Fox? Your vampire friends?” he asked.
Dorian and Zachariah moved to see what he was talking about. I blushed, fiddling with my fingers, hating that they saw that on my exposed body first.
“The vampires are not my friends,” I argued.
“I will gut them for you, Little Red. Or I will pin them down and hand you the knife so you can have your revenge,” Zachariah smirked, leaning down to press his lips on the top of one of my scars.
My eyes fluttered closed as his lips on my skin soothed every nerve I had. My skin felt hot on my body, and I wanted more of the touch that burned it even more.
“I don’t want to kill them. I want Silas to suffer. Only him,” I muttered.
“We will make that happen for you, Sweet Siren,” Dorian said, his eyes still scowling at the scars on my back.
I tried to ignore the way they stared, but I couldn’t. Was that all I was now? A scarred body?
“Are you going to stare all night, or claim me? Because I’m starting to get jealous of the other girls,” I said, a hint of hostility tainting my words.
The Alphas stopped touching my back, and each of them rounded me, circling me slowly with smirks I should have taken as a warning. Instead, I took it as a challenge, lifting my chin to them.
“You are with the three Alphas of the three packs of werewolf territory. Trust me, Fox, they are the ones who are jealous this night,” Atticus smiled with a dark heat in his eyes that made my stomach burn.
“Prove it,” I dared.
“Careful what you wish for, Little Red. We are not known to be gentle,” Zachariah taunted, stepping in closer, his lips brushing across my ear.
“I didn’t ask you to be,” I shivered.
Zachariah grinned before cupping my face and bringing my lips to his.
I sighed into his kiss, leaning into his naked body with my own. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me against him.
His tongue slid inside my mouth, deepening the kiss in a way that curled my toes.
I gripped him tight, my body on fire the longer his mouth tasted mine.
I moaned as he pulled me up to him, my feet dangling. His cock pressed into my stomach, and I shivered as it leaked want over my skin.
But it was the storm inside me that took me by surprise. It was like in my dream but so much more. My dream had been a hint of what it would be like to be tasted by something so powerful.
The full force was enough to have my pussy aching, throbbing for friction.
“Share, Zachariah,” Dorian ordered before pulling me from the lean muscles of Zach into his own hard body.
They were all so ripped with muscle and glistening skin; I felt so soft and pale compared to them. But they didn’t seem to care. Dorian’s mouth found mine next, and the feelings of desire and need grew again.
It was a constant feeling that tightened in my stomach over and over again.
Dorian lifted me onto his waist, and his cock ran along the lips of my pussy, spreading juices over the sensitive skin there.
I gasped against his mouth, still sure I was in some epic dream. It had to be. Nothing in real life felt so good.
It was just a kiss, and my body was on fire, begging me to move my hips, find his cock, and bury it inside me.
I had never wanted that. I had been convinced I was going to die a virgin rather than let the vampires take me.
And then I walked into a ceremony for the wolves with my mind set on giving in to them. I wouldn’t have believed it if I had been told of it happening.
Or was that exactly what had happened? Had the realm really foretold this in the form of my dream?
The idea that I was exactly where I was meant to be, that these Alphas were meant to claim me tonight, made the entire thing feel better. Like I was safe.
It had been a while since I had felt that.
Dorian’s kiss made my head spin, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands holding my thighs just under the curve of my ass.
He stepped with me in his arms, and I broke away to see where he was taking me.
Atticus had laid out the cloak on the grass, and Dorian placed me on it, laying me down, his body covering mine as he tasted me.
I kissed him back, my leg coming up to rest against his waist as he held me.
“I will remove you by force if you keep her to yourself,” Atticus snarled, his voice so deep it made me shudder, the sound vibrating in my core.
Heat leaked through my body, and I licked my lips as Dorian moved away.
Atticus knelt down, then ran his hand down the valley between my breasts, down my stomach, his fingertips brushing over my pussy.
My breath hitched as he leaned over to kiss me. It was a chaste kiss, but it was enough because he slipped his fingers inside me.
I gasped, gripping his wrist that held the side of my head. He kissed me harder, deepening it with his tongue.
I whimpered as pleasure burst from where his fingers touched inside me. My hips lifted to meet his hand, my body pulsing so loudly in my ears.
It made me even more desperate for them, and I didn’t think that was possible.
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