Chapter 26: The Fun

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“You know, getting through to Taylin, being good with children, it is a good quality. One a future Luna would excel at,” Zach smiled, kissing me.

He kissed down my body, slowly undoing the tie on my dress. It slipped to the floor, and I let out a tense breath.

A Luna. It was such a small word with such a big meaning. I barely knew how to be myself, let alone a Luna.

“I never imagined being a Luna,” I whispered as Zachariah knelt at my legs. He kissed over my thighs, running his fingers over the backs of them.

I shivered at his touch and looked down at him.

“And what did you imagine, Little Red?”

“Being free, Zach. Just being free.”

He grimaced. “Atticus is rubbing off on you, I see. Zach is not an alpha name,” he smirked, kissing closer to my pussy.

I ran my hands through his hair, the soft black strands tickling my palms and fingers. “And Zachariah is?”

“Yes,” he pressed his tongue along my clit.

I sucked in a breath, pleasure jolting inside me. “And Kassie? Or Kassandra?”

“Luna worthy,” he said, muffling his voice with my wet center, licking between my thighs, kissing it.

I sighed, my eyes hooded as I tried to watch him down on his knees in front of me. “I don’t know how to be a Luna,” I admitted, my voice strained as I spoke, trying to get the words out while he learned my most intimate spaces.

I moaned as he didn’t pull back straight away to answer like I had expected; instead, he savagely devoured me.

My grip in his hair tightened, and I tried to catch my breath, my knees threatening to buckle.

“You don’t need to be anything but yourself, Little Red. Give them that, and they will love you.”

I wanted to respond, to remind him that the real me included a voice that I didn’t know much about using—just that it felt good when I did.

It felt good when Zachariah was between my legs too. Too good. I couldn’t get any more words out.

He stroked his tongue through my pussy, and I shivered. My skin raised despite the warmth in the air. The wind was loud on the grasslands, the hut tapestries blowing slightly, but my moans seemed louder.

Zachariah tasted me over and over, using my clit, my entrance, his tongue in a way that had me moaning and gasping. I came only moments later, collapsing over him, the tightness in my body snapping. Zachariah caught me, bringing me down to him.

His kiss was salty, my taste still on him. He groaned as I kissed him anyway.

I straddled his waist and took exactly what I needed. That always seemed to drive him wild.

It did this time too.

I sunk onto his cock as it swelled inside me, rolling my hips against him. My body let out a symphony of sounds between moans and gasps. I arched my back, landing on Zachariah’s waist over and over again. His fingers dug into my thighs, his eyes doing that thing where they locked on mine.

He was so intense on eye contact. I rode him, my thighs aching as he met my hips with his. My core was so tight and hot, I could barely breathe. I panted over him, our eyes clashing.

Zachariah reached up, running his fingers down my breasts, my abdomen, tracing my skin like he was trying to remember every line of it.

His touch was too much. I leaned down and kissed him, my hips moving faster as the heat and passion took over. The sensuality in each touch intensified.

Something flared between us, a connection that I had with the other two, solidified with Zachariah too in those moments.

I rode him faster, sinking deeper, his piercing touching me in exactly the right spot to have me writhing on him. Zachariah rolled us, lifting my leg so he could fuck me even deeper. I didn’t think there was deeper, but he went there.

I cried out, my breaths faltering as he kept me so close to the edge.

His kisses smothered me, his touch lit me on fire, and I loved burning with him. It was a seduction of the best kind. Our bodies moved against each other so easily, fit together so perfectly.

My hair splayed out, his shaggy hair fell over his forehead. And his eyes didn’t leave mine.

He reared above me, pumping into me with precise strokes inside. My thighs clutched his waist, my hands in the furs on the ground.

It was so much to feel all at once.

I couldn’t take any more.

Zachariah reached that point with me. He slammed inside me as I cried out, tensing, my pussy clutching his twitching cock. He groaned, shuddering out his release, filling me up with it.

My orgasm washed through me in a tidal wave of pulsing pleasure, fluid and serene through my body. Like water instead of blood in my veins.

It was perfect. Every time was perfect, the high so high and the fall so damn good. I didn’t want to give it up with any of them.

Before I could say as much, the hut flaps opened. Atticus and Dorian strode in.

Atticus started pulling his shirt off, a smirk on his lips.

Dorian raised a brow, tugging at the strings on his pants. “Having fun without us, Sweet Siren?”

I grinned and Zachariah let me up. I sat on my knees in the middle of the furs and grinned up at them.

“Just killing time while you two finished the dishes,” I teased, running my hands over my body.

Atticus pulled off the last of his clothes and kneeled down with me. I moved back and sat on Zachariah’s lap.

Dorian smirked as I did.

“It’s his turn,” I taunted.

“He just had a turn,” Atticus growled. “And doing the dishes is hard to do when all I can smell is my Fox being pleasured by another alpha. My cock gets in the way of the bench when it’s that hard,” Atticus smirked.

I grinned and looked down at where it was. It was thick and throbbing, leaking at the tip. It made my stomach tighten with need.

Zach kissed my cheek, my neck, my shoulder from behind me. I licked my lips as Dorian shed his clothes too.

“Come here, Sweet Siren. Let us help you make those noises too,” he urged.

But I didn’t want it to be that easy. I wanted to play because I didn’t have long to do it. So I stayed with Zachariah and smirked at the other two.

“You can watch,” I teased, then turned into Zach and kissed him again. Zachariah growled and kissed me back. His tongue swam with mine, and I almost forgot what I was doing because I wanted to be filled again so badly.

“I’m not good at ‘just watching’,” Atticus sulked, his eyes doing a good job of watching despite what he said.

“One alpha is not enough for our greedy siren, Alphas. She’ll be done with her game in a moment—be patient,” Dorian smiled.

I was determined to prove him wrong—kissing Zach, touching him, teasing my pussy on his head that was hard again.

But it turned out Dorian was right. The lure of having three of them to enjoy was too much, and it didn’t take long for me to be splayed on the furs—being ravaged by all of them.

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