Chapter 18: The Hum

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Sex with the alphas never got boring. I never grew tired of the way they touched me, and the ache they left never made me want a break.

I wanted more. Always.

It could be the magic that had seeped into me from the realm and the blood moon, but whatever it was, I loved it.

They made me feel so desired, so loved, so together. I had been lonely for most of my life with pain in my heart that I wouldn’t wish on anyone, but the more the alphas gave me of them, the more I felt like that hurt might heal.

I was splayed on the top of the water, my legs open, my pussy being devoured by a very greedy Atticus.

I was burning beneath his pleasure, my body trembling with heat as he tortured me with strokes against my clit.

Zachariah and Dorian were on either side of me, my hands on their cocks.

I stroked them in time with what Atticus did to my body, our pleasure completely in sync. It rippled through me with each lap of the water against my body.

And there was something about the water. It felt so good and warm against me. It felt its connection seeping into my bones as I was ravaged.

Atticus growled between my legs, Zachariah stared intensely at me as Dorian leaned over me to play with my breasts peeking up through the water.

It was so much all at once that I couldn’t help the sounds that escaped my lips.

They spent so much time on me, worshiping me. It was an experience I didn’t know how to handle.

Zachariah stared, his eyes always on me as he pleasured my body. Atticus filled the night sky with his sounds of appreciation every time I touched him, or he touched mine. And Dorian was obsessive, touching as much of me as he could. His caresses were infinite, always drawing out more and more from my body.

I shuddered and orgasmed over and over, my moans and sounds becoming as easy as breathing.

A hum started beneath my skin and I thought it was another orgasm, but with Zachariah kissing down my neck, holding me against his body in the water, Atticus fingering me, and Dorian caressing my breasts, I wanted more.

I needed the friction.

I whimpered, my moans turning everything inside my body up.

It was overwhelming the way it felt. My blood was on fire, my desperation clear.

I broke from them and turned, pushing Zachariah back onto the seat around the edge of the tub.

I straddled him and sunk onto him, his eyes holding mine.

I sighed, the noise turning to a moan. The water was warm, lapping at my skin as I rode Zach.

“Someone is impatient,” Dorian breathed across my neck.

I nodded. “I need it.”

And I did. Something clawed at me, a desperate craving that wasn’t sated. I needed more.

And it was getting even more ravenous.

I rode Zach hard, his hands digging into my hips.

I took him straight to his release, fucking him until he filled me with his cum. I cried out, the sound different than usual.

But I couldn’t care. Not when the fire in my veins was demanding more.

I didn’t understand it, but I could barely breathe through it.

“Dorian,” I panted, climbing off Zachariah, who looked flushed and close to passing out.

Atticus was frowning as he looked on, but I couldn’t stop to see what was wrong.

Not yet. I needed more.

Dorian lifted me onto his waist and slid inside me. A moan broke from my lips, and I cried out as Dorian slammed inside me.

He was a tall man with a thick cock that usually had me on the verge of coming, but even after another orgasm, I still felt the clawing.

I drained him too, rushing for his release until he gave it to me. He was almost there when I felt Atticus at my back.

“It’s okay, Fox. I think I know what you need,” he whispered into my ear.

His fingers brushed my asshole, and I tensed.

“I’ve never—”

“I know, but it will help.”

I hadn’t considered both at the same time, but it sounded amazing, so I nodded.

Atticus slipped his fingers in my ass. I gasped, bucking against them both.

Dorian’s brow was damp, and he kept going but stumbled.

I almost dropped, but Zach was there to steady us.

“Keep going, she needs it,” Atticus grumbled.

I couldn’t agree more. Not that I could speak; I was lost to the pleasure.

“She’s siphoning me. Draining me,” Dorian growled.

Atticus nodded. “Keep going, I’ll fix it,” he said, then his lips were by my ear.

He licked the lobe, his fingers working me.

And then he started humming.

He ran his lips over my skin, humming, whispering words of a song I didn’t remember but seemed familiar.

He was so quiet, I knew it was for me only.

“Just a hum, Fox. Moan it if you have to,” he said.

I wanted to argue, using my voice in any way like that was making me clench. But the urge was so strong. My veins felt like they were going to erupt beneath my skin.

Then Zachariah reached between me and Dorian to finger my clit, and I couldn’t help it.

I screamed, arching as my orgasm erupted through me. As it did, my voice, my moans turned to a hum.

A delicious shiver ran through me, and I hummed into the orgasm. It lasted so damn long and had Dorian following me. Atticus was stroking his cock and came at the same time.

He was right; he fixed it. It was exactly what I needed.

I panted, leaning against Dorian as he held me on his waist.

He patted my hair down and then sunk onto the seat. Atticus strode through the water and kissed my cheek.

“What was that, Sweet Siren?”

I shrugged. I was not admitting anything.

“Her magic reacted with the magic in the water. She was on overload.” Atticus spoke for me, and I was grateful because I didn’t want to admit anything.

“How do you know? And why?” Zachariah frowned.

Not even I knew why. It had never reacted that way before. “I don’t know,” I said, not entirely the truth. I wasn’t technically sure what my voice was or what it made me or what it could do. I’d only had rumors—things told to me through the years without any kind of context.

“Does it matter? She is sated, and the magic is placated for now.” Atticus had my back, which had the other two scowling.

“We shouldn’t have secrets between us. Not when they affect us like that. She almost drained us of magic then.” Dorian seemed annoyed. I chewed my lip and climbed off his lap, standing with Atticus because he was the only one who seemed to understand.

He actually seemed to understand more than I did.

Instead of saying anything, though, he jumped out of the tub and put a cloth around his waist.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

He smiled. “I don’t have the answers, Fox. But I think I know someone who does.”

That had Zachariah climbing from the tub. Dorian did too, then helped me out.

“Who?” I asked, drying and dressing. Atticus grinned, his hands going to his waist.

“We’re going to meet my mom, Fox.”

Oh God.

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