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“They’re glowing green, Sweet Siren. No wonder the vampires wanted you,” Dorian husked.
“Talk later. Fuck now,” I urged.
Dorian smirked, then claimed my mouth and started fucking me harder. It was exactly what my straining body needed.
I knew I was meant to be sore; I was meant to be human enough to experience a rough first time that made sex painful for the first few times, but I was the opposite. I was in pure ecstasy.
I raked my nails over Dorian’s shoulder blades, crying out as heat and pleasure created a storm inside my body.
Every time his cock filled me, another orgasm threatened. I didn’t think I could feel so much.
The blood moon rays burned over my skin, adding to everything I felt, and I wasn’t sure I could survive the desire that pressed through me.
My body was so greedy for the feeling, screaming for it as I screamed for the alphas.
Dorian sat up on his knees, grabbed my thighs, and yanked me harder onto him, his abs glistening with sweat, the muscles moving with every pump of his cock into me.
He was growling, his eyes glowing red until he made a guttural groan and slammed into me, his hilt hitting my hips. He held me there, his come filling me, the heat of his seed making me shudder through my own orgasm.
It tore down any resistance I had left. Any wariness about my lack of experience and the pain of losing my virginity melted away, and I was left a panting mess that still needed to be sated.
Was it part of my siren blood to be so insatiable? Maybe. Whatever it was, I fucking loved it.
Dorian kissed me fully, holding the sides of my face before moving so Zachariah could take his turn.
Dorian was still claiming my mouth when Zachariah entered me in a swift, blinding stroke.
I screamed against Dorian’s lips, gripping his face, my nails scratching down his stubble before fisting in his long, silky curls.
Zachariah was not slow. And I felt his piercing–my pussy turning the foreign feeling of it into a pleasure that I couldn’t contain.
I moaned, gasping as I arched off the cloak, my hips meeting every harsh thrust.
Zachariah leaned over me, finding my breasts and kneading the flesh. His mouth clasped on my nipple, teasing it with his tongue as he drove us both crazy with the building tension of his thrusts.
How could one body feel so much just through having sex? It blew my mind.
It didn’t take long for Zachariah to overwhelm my body. He was precise with his strokes inside me, hitting the spot that sent the tension in me higher and higher– until it snapped and I was falling all over again with harsh spasms and blinding pleasure.
Zachariah came with me, his growl vibrating the ground. His hips slammed against mine and he stilled, emptying himself with a savagery that I hadn’t seen in him before. He had hid it well behind his brooding, intense mask.
I panted again, trying to catch my breath as my body recuperated. But it wasn’t over and the magic of the ceremony was still making the blood in my veins buzz. I wasn’t sure how I wanted more, how I wasn’t exhausted–but I did and I wasn’t.
Zachariah pulled me into him so I was sitting–and kissed me. “You are not like our other claimants,” he breathed.
“I hope not,” I smiled, my voice breathy. Zachariah gave me one last, longing look, then nodded to Atticus, who was grinning wildly.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can, Fox,” he promised, then pulled me onto him. I gasped and straddled his waist.
He put himself at my entrance.
“Slide onto me,” Atticus ordered, a slight growl to his voice.
I bit my lip, gripped his shoulders, and did what he said.
Well, fuck. He was big. My pussy stretched again, and the ache that was meant to come with it turned straight into pleasure. The craving assaulted me instantly, and my slide turned into me dropping onto his lap, sheathing him fully inside me.
I gasped, my eyes going wide as he fit so snugly in my body.
“Hold on, Fox,” he grinned, then started pumping up into me with fast strokes that I had no hope of keeping up with. But I didn’t need to because he did all the work.
He gripped my waist and brought me down on him over and over again. I cried out, burying my face in his shoulder, his neck, biting slightly. That made him even more wild.
I rode his lap, my core burning, my body still on fire until I couldn’t take it anymore. Everything hit a peak inside me, and I wasn’t sure how long it had been, but I knew I couldn’t hold it back.
My orgasm claimed me so strongly, so fast that my jaw dropped, my eyes clenched, and I gave in, shaking in his hold, letting him drag me onto him over and over until he growled and his release took him too.
He shot his cum inside me, and I clamped down on him, milking every last drop out before I sagged against his burly body.
He held me, brushing down the back of my hair where he had been grasping.
“Such a good little Fox,” he whispered before kissing the side of my cheek.
My eyes stayed closed as I leaned on him.
My body hummed in sated pleasure, relief finally coming after having all three of them. If that wasn’t a sign, then I didn’t know what was.
Atticus laid me back down on the blanket, and I sighed, so content. Everything ached, but I didn’t even care. It was an ache I welcomed over the aches and pains of my past.
If I thought the Alphas were ‘one and done’ kind of wolves, then I didn’t think that anymore.
They were not done with me. Not even close.
They ravaged my body in turns for the rest of the night until the last of the blood moon dipped and the sun sprayed over us.
I sucked in a breath as it hit my bruised flesh hours later. I hadn’t felt the sunlight in years. It didn’t exist in the vampire territory and definitely not the dungeons.
I cleared my throat, my head lolling to the side to find where the alphas were.
They were saying goodbye to the rest of the pack members, thanking the other sacrifices, telling them to take some electric blue water from vials with them as they left.
I raised slowly onto my elbows and squinted through the blinding sun.
“What is that?” I asked.
“It heals the humans after they have given their bodies to the realm. The realm always gives back,” Dorian said, coming over and handing me some.
I looked at it warily, then shook my head.
“I want to feel it. So I remember it is real and not a dream,” I said softly, getting to my feet.
Dorian smiled and nodded, putting it in a small leather satchel I hadn’t seen before.
“I’ll keep it close, just in case,” he said.
Before I could answer, Atticus came over with Zachariah.
“Fox, you are ravishing in our marks all over you,” Atticus grinned.
Zachariah picked up the cloak still on the grass and shook it out. He placed it around my shoulders to cover me, and I pulled it closed.
“Thanks,” I said, but something about it made Dorian and Atticus growl.
“Nice try, Zachariah. She is not yours to take,” Dorian snarled.
Zachariah smirked. “She wears my cloak. She will come back to my lands wearing it,” he said.
Oh. The cloak was a statement.
I didn’t take it off.
“How is she going to do that when she is going to be heading to the Water Area with me?” Atticus snapped.
Dorian rolled his eyes. “The forest pack has always been more open to humans. We live among ours like they belong rather than set them off in their own villages and let them tell their ghost stories. She will feel more comfortable at my home,” Dorian said.
I didn’t know what to say. They all wanted to take me back? I hadn’t even realized that was an option. I hadn’t thought past being claimed.
Which left me with a single question.
How was I going to decide which Alpha to go back with when I wanted all of them?
6. The Witch
The Alphas didn’t move. They stood with just their pants on, glaring at each other, daring the other to try and take me.
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