Page 22 of Bound to Four Alphas

After what felt like an eternity, the onslaught seemed to finally ebb, and she was granted a brief moment of clarity through the fog of heat.

Ronan sat back and raised his glistening fingers to his lips, tongue flicking out to taste her. The action threatened to undo her again, a small whimper escaping her.

He chuckled, leaving her boneless as he stood, making his way to the altar.

“Forest God,” he ripped open the skin of his palm, “you have given us the chance to unite. The chance to finally come together against the rising darkness. I pledge myself to your cause.” Like the two before him, he offered his blood to the skull, then drank from a goblet.

With a wink, he swaggered past her, licking his lips. “I’ll be seeing you again very soon, sweetness.”

She shivered at the dark promise in his voice.

That left only one.

It was some time before Kaelen came to her. She had drawn a blanket around her naked body, wincing as the sharp stabbing evidence of her heat began to swell deep within her once more. One orgasm could only hold it off for so long. A terrible, creeping fear had just begun to take root that he had denied her, that he wasn’t coming, when he finally appeared.

His clothes were mussed, his shoulder-length red hair escaping the confines of the leather cord that held it back. His lips were tight as he took her in.

Instinctively, she shrank away from the seeming anger radiating from him, and his jaw tightened further at the action.

“Omega,” he growled, half-stumbling into the room, “if you do not want this, speak now.”

She swallowed, a fresh wave of arousal hitting her, and his eyes turned wild, his face twisting with the pain of holding himself away from her.

From the very start, Kaelen had tried to control her. She suspected it came from a place of protectiveness, wanting to keep her safe, and this all but confirmed it. But where there had been frustration, anger even, she only felt desire. And she didn’t care if it was brought on by the heat, or if it had always been there. For all of them.

“I want this,” she said.

The dragon king was not gentle as he descended on her, kissing her lips with bruising force and running his hands over her bare flesh. His clothes were gone in a blink, wrestled off with lightning speed, and he was there. Naked as she was, his muscle-bound body burning hot above her.

With another searing kiss, he nudged her legs apart, the tip of his enormous manhood brushing through her folds. She whimpered and squirmed beneath him, begging and pleading for him to fill her. Their breath mingled as he rested his forehead against hers, eyes locked together.

“My omega,” he said, and pushed his hips forward.

She gasped as the first few torturous inches slid into her, her muscles painfully tight at the intrusion. He paused, concern lacing his gaze, and she leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m okay, it’s okay, just very … big.”

He chuckled at that, and she realized it was the first time she’d heard him laugh. With slow yet powerful precision, he pushed himself further in, and a wave of pleasure jolted through her, a gasp escaping her.

It seemed to be all the encouragement he needed to withdraw and push again into her, slow thrusts building in power until he was slamming into her, the size of him bringing tears to her eyes.

She clung to him as he pounded into her, her moans unashamed and desperate. One orgasm hit her. Then another. Then another, until she could do nothing but lie back and endure the rapturous agony of his thrusts.

The base of him began to swell, the start of his knot, and a high-pitched whine that was purely omega had him stalling, jerking in his movements until he finally came with a roar, the swollen base of his knot lodging him deep inside her.

It was a while until he was finally able to pull free from her, and he spent the time cradling her to his chest, whispering how perfect she was, how beautiful. Selena practically purred with contentment, the arousal in her core turning into a pleasant ache.

Eventually, he had to leave her, standing to complete the ritual.

Kaelen stared at the altar for a while, contemplating the skull with a grim expression. Then, with military precision, he cut open his palm and opened the bloody hand.

“Forest God,” he said, his voice strangely thick, “you have given me a great gift, and a greater responsibility. I pledge to shoulder that responsibility. I will not fail.”

He gave his blood, then drank from the goblet.

A great wave of silver light clouded Selena’s vision, and she leaned forward with a gasp, shock mounting through her. The magic, that same magic that had bound the four alphas together in the forest, had now bound her, too.

The ritual was complete.

Chapter 11 - Elian

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