Chapter 8: The Marking

I’d barely let myself believe I would be with a single man, but there I was, splayed on the most comfortable of beds between three of them.

And damn, those men were hung.

Well, I was using the term ‘men’ loosely anyway.

I had never been uncomfortable with my body; I hadn’t taken the time to worry about it.

It didn’t feel like mine half the time. Not with the vampires. They did what they wanted to it, and I just had to accept it.

Even if I fought, they bruised and scarred it.

But with the wolves? They worshiped me. They taught me things about my body that I didn’t even know.

Feelings that were foreign and untapped, but I wanted to explore them every second of every day.

My forehead was beaded with sweat, and my leg hooked over Dorian, who held me against him.

I had found he was the one who always wanted me close.

When we were connected, he wanted to be touching as much of me as he could.

My body lay along his, our chests together, his long, thick cock sliding in and out of me.

With my leg hooked over his hips, his thrusts jarred all of me.

But in a way that had it all responding to every stroke.

I gripped him tight, burying my face in his chest as I moaned and pleasure filled me.

Every nerve in my body was alive and humming to the feel of him against me.

He bucked harder, and I locked my leg in tighter, my back bowing as I tried to fit everything he pushed into me inside my body.

But the tension grew and grew.

I leaned up, and his mouth found mine.

He was so tall that he had to arch down to me, but it gave him more access to my dripping pussy.

He slammed into it, and I came, my moan falling on his lips as my eyes clenched shut.

Pleasure swarmed my body in wave after wave of heat.

It made me shudder against him, hold him tighter as the rest of me relaxed into sated bliss.

He grunted seconds later and came, stilling against my hips, his seed filling me up.

I whimpered as he did, kissing him again.

His soft lips tugged at mine as he caressed down my spine with lazy draws of his finger.

“You call to something inside me, Sweet Siren. Something I thought was buried for good,” he said, tucking a strand of my red hair behind my ear.

I blushed, panting to catch my breath.

“I don’t mean to,” I said softly.

He smiled and kissed me again—“Which is why it is so special.”

“Hurry up, I’m about to blow my load and I’m not even in her,” Atticus growled from next to the bed.

As much as the wolves were being civil because they had to share me, they were still bickering like siblings.

They each wanted a turn with me but without the others.

It made my core burn for them all, and I had to admit, having them all together wouldn’t be so bad—at least it wasn’t in my head.

“Learn control, Atticus. Desperation doesn’t become you,” Zachariah said through a dry tone, taunting Atticus, who just growled at him and gave himself another stroke.

“The way my Fox comes, I’m not ashamed to admit I’m desperate for her to be on my cock when she does it,” Atticus grinned, stepping forward.

I smiled up at him, his compliment making me blush.

“If he’s too rough with you, Sweet Siren, say the word and I’ll remove him,” Dorian promised.

I smiled, thinking about how rough he was.

And how much I liked it.

“I kind of like it rough. I think. Sometimes,” I said, not entirely sure because I was so new to the world of pleasure.

Definitely not as experienced as they were.

Atticus grinned and knelt on the bed.

He shuffled forward, and I met him on my knees, leaning up to kiss him.

“I’ll only give you what I know you can handle, Fox. You’re easy to read; I won’t go too far.”

His promise made me tremble, and I bit down on my lip.

I didn’t mean to be nervous or even shy, but the words they said were as new as the feelings they gave me.

Affection, tenderness, loving touches, and words were all things that had been missing from my life for so long.

I had forgotten they existed.

But the alphas were doing their best at reminding me, and I wanted that from them.

I had to get to know them, and I needed them to know me before I could decide, so if this is what I had to experience and get used to, then I wasn’t complaining.

Atticus lifted me onto his waist, then lay me back down on the bed, kissing me roughly with tugs on my mouth that drew heat from my core.

He was different from Dorian.

His touch was sure and accurate.

He moved his hands over my body with purpose.

Dorian used a soft touch—a caressing one that seduced me into the moment.

Atticus had a different tactic.

He explored every intense pleasure spot I had until I was a writhing mess.

He used his mouth, his fingers, his tongue everywhere on my body, finding every part of me that made me squirm.

I cried out as he nipped at the flesh of my neck.

Zachariah growled, shaking the tree and ripping Atticus off me.

I shivered and sat up, my eyes wide as they faced each other off.

“No marking,” Zachariah snarled, “Not until she has chosen. Control yourself, Atticus, or I swear to the Moon Goddess I’ll bury you.”

Was it wrong to think it was hot the way they couldn’t control themselves and the way they defended me?

Atticus looked apologetic, though.

He nodded once, glaring at Zachariah before getting back on the bed.

Dorian hovered, ready to intervene.

Atticus kissed me softly, softer than he ever had.

“Sorry, Fox. Got carried away with your scent. It’s something else,” he shook his head.

I put my hands on either side of his face, kissing him.

“I know. Sorry,” I whispered against him, guilt chewing at me.

I didn’t mean for my scent to be so potent or to affect him enough to steal his control.

It was hot, but I knew it was also dangerous.

The vampires had proven that.

Atticus growled low in his chest, kissing me harder.

When he pulled back, his eyes were red. “Don’t ever apologize for your scent, Fox. It is the only sweet thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing, and I would not take it back for all the control in the world.”

He kissed me then, spreading my legs before his cock thrust inside me.

I winced as he stretched me again, gripping his biceps.

He moved slow for a few thrusts, his chest flushed, his breaths short and sharp.

“So fucking tight, Fox. Fucking hell,” he cursed more than I had ever heard, and it made me smile through the pleasure that was swirling in my core.

Atticus cursed again, thrusting harder. “That laugh. It makes you clutch me.”

He kissed me, starting to move at a faster rhythm.

I wrapped my legs around his huge thighs and sighed as pleasure unfurled in every part of me, heat taking up space in my bloodstream.

“You’re going to be the death of me with the way you feel.” His tongue swiped along my lips. “The way you taste.”

He groaned and moved faster, the bed creaking as he buried himself deep.

Pleasure took over the ache from accommodating him, and I cried out when his thick tip hit a secret spot inside me.

I clutched him, rocking my hips against his.

He was very loud with how the pleasure affected him, but every sound he made made the pleasure wave that much more intense.

It made my own lips release moan after moan, his body plowing pleasure into me like it was his sole purpose.

My body caved quickly to him, orgasming and shuddering around him as he claimed my climax.

His eyes glowed red, his teeth dropping as he growled so loud the room shook.

He fucked me hard, my hips jarring in a way that had my fists clenching in the sheets before he finally released.

He swiped his tongue along his teeth, his eyes darting to my neck.

But he held onto his control and slowed his hips, his cum soaking my pulsing pussy.

I panted as he did, coming down from the high with him.

He leaned down and I saw Zachariah step forward warily, his face stony.

Dorian hovered again too, tensing.

Atticus leaned closer to my neck. Even I tensed.

But instead of biting, he pulled his teeth back in and laughed, kissing the spot tenderly.

“Calm down, boys, I’m just leaving my scent where I intend to mark my girl when she chooses me,” Atticus said, his chest puffed as he chuckled again.

Dorian rolled his eyes and I smiled up at them. It was an interesting dynamic to be stuck between, especially when it was clear they didn’t spend much time together.

Zachariah’s lips were still pursed, and he eyed Atticus.

“Off.”

Atticus gave him a taunting salute, kissed me one last time, then climbed off me.

“I’m going to find some food before I coma,” Atticus said, rubbing his abs before heading to the food platters.

Dorian leaned down to my ear. “Zachariah is more private with his affections, but he can be intense. If it’s too much, we’ll be here to help.” He kissed my cheek.

I smiled up at him as Zachariah politely pretended he wasn’t listening.

~Hmm. The mysterious one had an intensity deal.~ I guessed that. He seemed intense—the way he looked at everything. At me.

I nodded to Dorian. “I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure? We can eat first? Get some rest?”

“Dorian.” Zachariah was stoic as he glared at the other alpha. “Don’t spread your fear prejudice. Little Red is safe with me.”

Dorian hesitated, then nodded.

Zachariah lifted the corner of his mouth, and I looked over at him, smiling as my core turned with embers ready for another wave of pleasure to stoke the flames.

Maybe I was being greedy, but after being held prisoner for years, I didn’t mind gorging on cock until I passed out.

It seemed better than the alternative of contemplating what life had been, and I knew that’s exactly what my mind would do the second I let it think about anything other than what my alphas did to my body.

Before I could say anything, Zachariah scooped me up and took me through to the bathroom. I curled into his body and tentatively wrapped my arms around his neck. He burrowed his face in my hair and sniffed.

“Hmmm. A scent to bring us all to our knees, Little Red.” He closed the curtain in the archway of the bathroom and took me to the tub. He tenderly placed me in it, then started filling it. Soon the room was filled with a beautiful aroma of oils and candles that had me relaxing back into the warmth of the water.

Zachariah stripped himself of his cloak, then climbed in the other side of the tub.

“Come here, Little Red.” He beckoned me over, and I smiled, going to him. I straddled his waist, the tub wide enough to do so comfortably.

He lifted his hands to either side of my face and held me there so I had to look at him. His eyes met mine, and I sucked in a breath.

~So green. But different shades that made him seem so much more intense.~

“I’ve waited a long time for a scent like yours.” I licked my lips, not sure what to say. “But also a girl with a look in her eyes like the one you have.”

His words struck a chord inside me. A good one. He didn’t just want me for my scent. For the way my siren blood called to him. I shivered and tried to look away, but he held my face, not letting go of my eye contact.

“So curious. So excited. Even when there is fear there, it is always smothered by every other emotion you let consume you,” his words were soft as he read me.

His cock was thick and hard beneath my ass, and the urge to run my pussy along it, feel that piercing on me, had me fidgeting.

His lips turned up in a smirk. “So impatient to feel it all. I can give you what you need, Little Red.”

“Please,” I whispered.

He pulled my face into his, kissing me deeply. His touch went down my body, bringing goosebumps to my skin. He moved my hips for me.

“Take what you want. Do what your body is asking for.”

His kisses paused as he met my eyes again. I hesitated, my pussy trying to clamp on any kind of friction. My clit pulsed, demanding touch.

And he wanted me to just take it? I had never had that kind of control before. But excitement swirled inside me because damn, I wanted it.

I moved my hips on him, rocking against his cock. I sighed as it relieved a tiny sliver of the ache. I moved faster, further forward so his piercing brushed my clit.

A moan escaped, and I clenched my eyes shut, hanging my head, absorbing the pleasure I took.

“Look at me, Little Red. Take what you want, but you will look at me when you do it.”

I shuddered at the husk in his voice and looked up, my eyes staring into his.

Then I rocked my hips again. A small gasp escaped, the teasing building something dangerously tight inside me.

“More,” I gasped, “I want more.”

“Take it then.” He nodded to the water, and I sucked in a breath. I wanted him, and I was desperate for him inside me, so instead of questioning what I was doing, I let my body take control.

I didn’t know my body very well, but I knew what it was screaming at me in that moment.

I lifted my hips and reached down to place him at my entrance.

I looked up at him, his eyes clashing with mine as I sunk onto him. My mouth fell open, my chest tight as I held my breath, pleasure stealing every word and breath I had.

His chest vibrated as I filled my pussy with his cock. His hands went to my hips, and he gripped them.

“You set the pace. Figure out what you like, Little Red. Write your own fantasies, and then I’ll know exactly how to fill them,” he husked out.

My pussy clamped down on him at his words, and then I was moving. I didn’t think, just moved. I rode him, sinking onto him, starting slow until the tension and ache became too much. Then I moved faster.

Every time I sunk onto him, his hands clutched my hips tighter, his lips pursed harder. His eyes swirled with a dangerous heat that mine mirrored.

And his eyes never left mine. He kept eye contact, kept me watching him. I saw every move that my body made that gave him more pleasure. Every time my pussy clutched him, he grew even more tense, his eyes darker.

My body wound tighter and tighter, the moans falling from my lips as I gripped the edge of the bath with one hand, the other hand on his shoulder.

Until my clit pulsed.

I did what he said. I took what I wanted.

I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs, at the sensitive spot that drove my body headfirst into pleasure.

He smirked, watching me as he gave me what I needed.

He teased my clit and I rode him faster, harder. My gasps got louder, the sloshing water started spilling.

“That’s it, Little Red. Show me your pleasure. Show me what your body needs to fall.”

I shuddered, the heat and pleasure cresting at his words. His fingers played with my clit at the same time I sunk onto him—and I let go.

The tension in me snapped and I cried out, bucking my hips to my own wild rhythm as he kept my clit satisfied.

My pussy gripped him tight and my climax stretched as I panted, eyeing him, his eyes so dark.

“What do you need?” I asked breathily, riding him slower, “To let go?”

He smirked wider then, leaning forward and bringing my face to his. He put his lips a breath away from mine, looking straight into my eyes, “You, Little Red. Only you.”

And then he kissed me, gripped my hips with his other hand, and pounded into me so hard, I almost flew straight into another orgasm.

I moaned as he took his turn with my body, drawing out more and more pleasure until he let loose a feral snarl against my lips, tugged at the bottom one with his teeth, and stilled his hips against mine.

The taste of blood from where he bit into my lip filled my mouth, and I gasped. He let go and licked across the wound, groaning as he pumped out the last of his release into my spent body.

I collapsed onto him, and he stroked my hair, leaning back against the tub with me still on top of him.

“Now I could eat,” I grinned, my eyes closing against him.

He chuckled beneath me. “If you fall asleep, would you like me to wake you for food? Or should I leave you to rest?”

I shrugged. “I won’t fall asleep. Too hungry.”

I was wrong. I fell asleep in the next second to the sound of Zachariah’s soft chuckle.

When I woke, it was dark, and the room was quiet.

I rubbed my eyes and squinted through the dim candlelight at the other end of the room. I smiled as I looked out the glass windows. I could see the stars so well.

It gave me a sense of comfort. So did the warmth coming from either side of me.

I looked down at where Zachariah was lying next to me. He was close, facing me, but his eyes were closed, his breaths steady. He wore only black pants with his tattooed chest on display. I licked my lips, eyeing the scratch marks on his shoulder that I had left.

A deep snore ripped through the silence, and I chuckled, holding my hand to my mouth, looking over at Atticus. He was on his back, taking up a lot of the bed. It was impossible for his big body not to.

He had his hand on his abs, one behind his head, snoring away.

I couldn’t believe they were mine. After being so sure my life would end in that damn cell, I was here, in the forest territory. Safe with three alphas. With the biggest decision of my life resting on my shoulders.

I frowned then. Where was my third Alpha?

I scooted out of the bed, pulled on a long green silk robe that had been left for me, and softly padded over to the glass wall-windows to see if I could find him.

I saw him in one of the other glass wall rooms. It looked like a workout room of some kind. He had no shirt on and was punching a sandbag over and over.

I smiled and left the room, heading down the first flight of round wooden stairs to find the workout room.

I found it and went in. Dorian’s eyes met mine as soon as I came into the room.

“What are you doing awake, Sweet Siren? Are you not tired after the last twenty-four hours?” He smirked, starting to punch the bag again.

He was covered in sweat, his body taut in all the right places.

His strength moved the bag again and again.

I raised a brow and sat in one of the wooden chairs along the wall. The punching bag wasn’t the only thing in the room. There was a whole training course that looked more intense than anything I had seen, and a rope ring for sparring.

“I am. But I came to find you,” I smiled.

He paused his punching and came over to kiss me. “I’ve got another couple of hours here, Sweet Siren. Go rest; I’ll be there soon.”

“Couple of hours? Aren’t you tired?”

Dorian shrugged. “I have to keep training even if I’m tired. It’s what alphas do—especially in my pack. Weaknesses will not be tolerated,” he said in a firm way that had me raising a brow at him.

“That’s intense,” I admitted, reaching over for the pitcher of water on the table. I poured some for us both, then took my horn cup and emptied it. Then I refilled it.

I held it, sipping it as Dorian started stretching, eyeing the obstacle course. There were a lot of tree interruptions in it: vines, jumps, trunks, and ropes. Like a forest, but he eyed it like it was an enemy.

“If I cannot be the best in my pack, then I do not deserve to be alpha,” he said tightly.

I gulped. “That’s a lot of pressure.”

He smirked dryly. “It’s how it is.”

“And if I were to stay here?”

That had Dorian pausing. He stood, his hands on his narrow, sweating hips. He had bare feet and a pair of loose khaki pants on.

They hung low, and I licked my lips. I couldn’t help the thoughts that broke through my mind—I could help with his cardio. And if he wanted to lift me for some strength training, I wouldn’t mind.

“If you were here, I would be expected to protect you as fiercely as I do the pack and the humans we have.”

“And who protects you?” I whispered over the rim of my cup.

He smiled softly, coming over to me and sinking to balance on the balls of his feet in front of me. “That’s the point of being an alpha. I shouldn’t need protecting. That is why I train. I can’t give the pack any reason to think there is a better option for alpha.”

“I’ve felt your power, Dorian. I can’t imagine they would think that.”

He smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“You should get some rest. There is some food on the table in the room. Make sure you eat.”

He was ending the conversation there. He clearly knew more about it than I did.

It made me nervous, scared for the kind of pack that would force their alpha to prove themselves at every point.

I finished my water and stood from the chair, hating the tension that held Dorian’s body. That was my job.

So I strode over to him and wrapped my arms around him. Zachariah had told me to take what I wanted.

I wanted Dorian.

He lifted my chin so he could press his lips on mine.

“So soft,” he whispered into the kiss. I deepened the kiss, reaching up on tiptoes. He wrapped his strong arm around my waist and lifted me to meet his kiss.

My legs went around his waist, and he pressed me against one of the protruding tree beams.

His kiss swirled in my body, and I smiled.

“If we fuck, does that count as cardio for the day?”

He smirked and lifted my gown, opening my legs for him.

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