Page 20 of Bound to Four Alphas

Already her nipples had hardened, her pussy dripping slick down her thighs. She moaned and curled in on herself, desperate for a release that only an alpha could give her. Her head was a hazy fog of lust, every memory of their scents driving her wild.

Except it wasn’t a memory. She lifted her head, her nose twitching as she took in the four familiar mingling scents of the alphas. They were near, getting closer. They were coming for her.

She whimpered, pushing herself to her knees as a dark shadow filled the door. She didn’t know which alpha would claim which of her firsts; the magic would decide that. The shadows darkened, then fell away, and Selena gasped as Elian emerged, his bright eyes half wild. They locked in on her, and a slow, feral smile curled over his lips.

“Well, well, well, you’re beautifully prepared for me, aren’t you, my little dove?”

His pace was slow as he advanced on her, blond hair wild from where he’d clearly been running his fingers through it, teeth glinting.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment, little Omega,” he purred, grasping her chin in one hand and tilting it upwards, one thumb rubbing over her bottom lip. In her heat-haze, she could do nothing but lean into the warmth of his hand, legs trembling with desire.

Elian’s gaze tracked lower, to where her robe had parted slightly to reveal the soft swell of her cleavage, a sharp hissescaping his lips. “By the Gods, do you know what you do to me?”

He knelt down, pulling her torso flush against him, one hand traveling lower to cup one ass cheek, the other fisting in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head to one side. Selena moaned and pushed herself against him, her softness yielding to the hard planes of his body.

“I’m not surprised the magic chose me for this particular first,” Elian hissed, his breath hot against her neck. She trembled at the proximity, the relentless heat of him after so many days of teasing touches and dark looks full of wicked intent. “I’ve waited for you for centuries, little Omega. You have no idea all the things I’m going to do now that I have you in my grasp.”

Selena moaned as his lips grazed her neck, her hands scrabbling at his simple white shirt for something to hold onto, something to steady her under the force of his scent.

“You simply don’t know the power you have, the magic you can wield. It’s mine now,you’remine now. After so many years, I can finally claim my prize.”

His arms tightened around her as his mouth opened, teeth sharp against the junction between her neck and shoulder. She barely had time to prepare herself before his teeth sunk into her flesh, a trickle of warm blood pooling down her chest.

The sensation was overwhelming. He held her steady as she thrashed and moaned, the pain of his bite vastly overwhelmed by the pure pleasure and need coiling deep within her belly. As soon as his teeth had pierced her skin, she felt it, like a cord snapping tight between them, bright and pulsing.

A mating bond.

He withdrew as she panted, her neck throbbing. How was she supposed to take all four of them biting her like that? It would happen eventually, after all. She was ready to fall apart after just one.

Elian’s lips were stained red with her blood as he staggered backwards, his eyes wild and his teeth bared. He looked ready to tackle her, the force of his desire rolling off him in waves. But he restrained himself, standing and staggering over to the enclave where he grasped a knife and threw his hands up before the altar.

“Forest God,” his words were darkly victorious, such a stark contrast from his normal easy wit that Selena trembled slightly, clutching a blanket to her chest as she watched him. “You have finally given me my spoils. All your power laid at my feet. I thank you, and I pledge myself to your gift!” He dragged the knife down his palm, the skin peeling open, and splattered the skull with his blood. The candle flames roared upwards as the red splattered across the old bone.

He threw the knife down and picked up one of the goblets, drinking deeply before turning back to Selena, his eyes full of wicked promise.

“I have done my part,” he said with a feral grin, “and now I must go. But I will be back, little dove, to claim the rest of you.”

He stalked back towards the entrance, leaving Selena trembling amongst the pillows, her thighs soaked and slick. Through the crashing waves of desire, she was dimly aware of the weight of Elian’s words. What power did she have that Elian had been seeking for so long? And now that he had it, what was he going to do with it?

She didn’t have long to consider the possibilities, as another alpha had crept through the door.

Malek.

Instinctively she reared back at the sight of the monstrous alpha, but a rumbling in his chest stilled her movements. He approached her cautiously, his hands up in the air, his black eyes never once leaving hers.

She watched him, the familiar voice echoing in her head to run from the predator before her, but he did not stop that strange purr that left her mind calm and her core quivering.

“Selena,” he said in that unnatural voice of his. It was full of wonder, amazement even, he spoke the syllables of her name like they were a prayer. Indeed, as he reached her, he fell to his knees before her, arms reaching out in naked awe.

“Selena.”

“Malek,” she squeaked, clutching the blanket tighter to her chest, her eyes growing wet at the battle raging within her. Fear and desire. Terror and need. “I-I…”

Slowly, carefully, he moved forward, pulling her into his arms, the rumble of his chest against her skin soothing her. She inhaled a sharp breath as their skin finally made contact. He was warm and solid, his flesh not unlike her own.

His arms wrapped around her to cradle her close, not possessive as Elian had been, but comforting. Caring, even.

“Selena,” he said for a third time, a clawed hand stroking through her hair, “I place myself at your mercy. From now until the end of me, I am your servant. That is, if you will have me?”

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