Page 10 of Owned by Four Alphas (Silverthorn Alphas #2)

It was getting late by the time Ronan paced into the library, still as a wolf, frustrated at not finding his pretty little mate in their chambers. Malek was out training his Nightwalkers, Elian and Kaelen were entertaining some of the dragon nobles at a late dinner, a dinner he had no interest whatsoever in joining. He had just returned from another mission back west to his territory, another attempt to try and coax his people out of their violent fear of the humans.

It had been less than successful. And now, he wanted nothing more than to find his beautiful queen and greet her properly after a week spent away.

He found her, as suspected, poring over books with the librarian.

“Perhaps if we try conjugating that verb as past continuous, then we would get were burning instead of burnt . That changes the whole order of this particular ritual!”

Selena’s eyebrows knitted together as she contemplated his words, “it still doesn’t tell us what kind of fire they used. Wood fire, dragon fire, divine fire…the recipe is incomplete.”

“Well, we have access to two of those three, and surely any fire you light is in some capacity divine , so we’ve got that too, and if we try— oh . Y-your Highness! I mean, um…Lord, um—”

“Ronan!” Selena shouted, her eyes widening in delight as she ran over to him, her long black hair streaming behind her. “You’re back!”

He lowered his head to meet her, her arms wrapping tightly around his muzzle, her little fingers curling in his thick fur. He breathed in her scent, so sweet, so perfect , and growled in appreciation.

Selena’s response to his growl was almost immediate. Her pupils widened, her little muscles tensing, her breaths growing shorter. Smoothly, he let his wolf-skin melt away, picking Selena up without pause, carrying her over to the rugs in front of the fire. She mewled, her legs wrapping around his middle, her breasts pressing into the naked flesh of his chest.

“Right! I’m just going to…um…yep! I’m gonna go!” Castien was red from his cheeks to the tips of his pointed ears, his gaze firmly fixed on the desk as he quickly grabbed his things and half-ran from the room.

“Ronan!” Selena half-admonished, but he captured her lips in a searing kiss, cutting off any further complaint.

“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, “how was your trip?”

“Stop talking, sweetness,” he growled, trailing kisses down the side of her neck, noting with pleasure how her breath caught as he skimmed over the sensitive skin.

“But I— oh ,” she gasped as his teeth grazed her collarbone, just above the fabric of her dress.

He sat up, pulling her with him, grabbing her clothes and tugging them from her. “Off.”

“But someone might come in!”

“I said take them off, sweetness,” Ronan growled, “or I’ll tear them off.”

She bit her pretty red lip, her pale cheeks flushed, hands trembling slightly as she knelt to pull her dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but her thin shift.

Ronan groaned, his hands tracing down her body, from the sides of her luscious breasts to the swell of her pregnant stomach to the curve of her magnificent hips. Her nipples pointed, rose-red and swollen, through the thin linen, and he couldn’t resist dropping his head to one of the peaked nubs.

Selena threw back her head and moaned as he laved his tongue over the stiff nipple, her little hands finding purchase in his unbound hair and pulling him closer to her.

“Yes! Please, Alpha!”

He snarled, pulling back to rip the shift in half, throwing the ruined fabric away to bare her to his gaze. She squeaked, her hands flying to cover herself, but he caught them and pinned them at her sides.

“P-please, I’m…my stomach has got even bigger since last time you saw me,” she said, the flush from her cheeks spreading down to the swell of her breasts.

“Little Omega,” he groaned, holding her wrists in one hand as the other trailed down her torso, coming to rest at the soft flesh of her belly, “you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Don’t you dare try to hide yourself from me.”

Her lips parted, her gaze dropping from his in bashful modesty, “I…but I…”

With a growl he threw her legs open, his fingers moving to caress the wet folds of skin between them, his alpha roaring in satisfaction at her sharp intake of breath, her eyes rolling back.

“I don’t think you’re listening to me,” he said, one finger pushing into the tight, wet, heat of her “Every single inch of you is utterly perfect. From your beautiful lips”—he pressed a kiss to them as she mewled beneath him—“to your perfect tits”—he trailed his lips lower, his teeth catching her nipple again causing her hips to buck at the sudden sensation—“to your beautiful stomach that carries our baby.” He peppered her stomach with kisses, determined to transform her into a needy, whining mess.

“But especially,” he looked up, a wicked grin curving over his lips at her clouded eyes and panting breath, “I especially love this.”

Without giving her a chance to protest, he dropped his mouth to the junction of her thighs, his tongue sweeping through her folds to the small bud at the apex.

Selena’s hips bucked into his mouth, a keening moan escaping her as he sucked the sensitive bud, pumping one finger in and out of her.

“Please, Alpha, please…don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

He grinned against her flesh. He had absolutely no intention of stopping whatsoever. Her muscles clenched down around his finger, her trembling hands buried in his hair. She tasted absolutely divine, and his chest rumbled in appreciation as she writhed and moaned.

“Yes! Please, just there! Just there! Don’t stop!”

Ronan couldn’t deny his little mate anything, and he redoubled his efforts against her until her words became nothing more than incoherent sobs of pleasure. She was getting close now, he could sense it, her thighs trembling, her breaths coming shorter. He focused all his attention on her clit, laving his tongue over it, curling it against her until she exploded.

Her orgasm wracked through her, leaving her panting and sweaty, her eyes hooded and needy as she pulled him up to kiss her.

He growled, his alpha taking over, his hardness straining against the wet heat between her thighs. Carefully, he pushed the tip inside, groaning as she clenched down around him. Selena moaned, switching between pleading and babbling prayers to various deities, her head thrashing from side to side as he pushed further into her.

She was so small, so wet, so tight around him. Bracing two arms on either side of her, he began rocking in and out, watching her breasts bounce with each forceful thrust of his hips. Unable to stop himself, he dropped his mouth down to the creamy flesh, biting and sucking and marking her as his.

Her fingernails scraped down his back, her thighs tightening around him. With a growl he pulled out of her, flipping her over onto her front and pushing back into her, his hands massaging the round globes of her ass. She sobbed into the furs, unable to brace her weight on her arms and instead falling down as he gripped her hips and pummeled into her.

She tightened around him, screaming with pleasure as she came undone once more on his cock, fresh waves of her arousal pouring from her. His own peak was approaching now, and fast, and he increased the speed and force of his thrusts.

Selena was a mess by the time he came, roaring his orgasm, bucking into her as the knot at the base of his cock swelled and trapped him deep inside her. Collapsing forward, he caught himself before he crushed her, his chest pressing into her back, his breaths coming hard and fast.

“Ronan,” she begged, tears falling down her cheeks, “please, it’s too much, it’s too much!”

With a savage grin he reached around, finding her clit swollen and ready for his fingers. She bucked into his hand with a low whine.

“Better prepare yourself, sweetness,” he growled, “because I’m not finished with you yet.”

It was hours before he was finally satiated, panting and exhausted on top of his mate. From scent alone he could tell how hungry she had become, and rose to put his clothes on, a wicked grin on his face.

“Care for a bite to eat, sweetness?”

Selena, still gasping, her glorious legs still twitching, could barely nod. He knelt beside her, pushing his face into her full breasts playfully, nipping at her skin. “You better put some clothes on then, or I might just have to take you again.”

She moaned, her hands gripping his hair, her eyes still heated. He chuckled. She truly was a voracious little thing.

“Come now, little mate, so I can feed you.”

She obeyed, and together they left the library, Selena’s cheeks aflame from their activities. Ronan didn’t care. If anything, he rather liked that everyone knew exactly who their queen belonged to.

They were discussing his trip, their pace slow, Selena elbowing him lightly as he teased her for her slightly wobbly gait. He was just leaning down nibble her ear when the scent hit him.

Thick and angry, it instantly raised his hackles. Selena noticed the change immediately, her eyebrows drawing up. “What is it?”

He sniffed the air. Once, then twice. A growl escaped him.

Sure enough, swaggering around the corner of the corridor, surrounded by his own little retinue of wolves, was Ordovic.

The leader of the Northern wolf clan. Arrogant, young, and reckless. And still furious with Ronan for killing his father.

“Well, well, well, look what we’ve got here!” Ordovic said, crossing his arms over his barrel-like chest. Ronan drew himself to his full height, pushing Selena slightly behind him despite her protests.

“Ordovic,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

“I was invited.” He paced forward, his shoulders squaring. A challenge. “Though it’s a shame to leave the west. Your people are so accommodating. Almost makes me want to settle down there for the long haul.”

Ronan snarled, “You have your own clan.”

“But I also have a claim to yours,” said Ordovic, “and word is, you’re spending all your days with a pretty little omega. Your people are beginning to feel neglected. Tell me, is this her?”

He lifted his head and sniffed the air, his grin spreading as he no doubt caught the scent of their previous activities. Selena’s cheeks reddened, and Ronan snarled again.

“Show some respect. Selena is the queen.”

“Ah, yes, I’d heard about that as well,” Ordovic said, rolling his neck, baring his teeth, “and she’s pregnant, isn’t she? You’ve had some trouble with the babe’s magic.”

Ronan’s wolf rippled just below his skin, fingers trembling, the threat to his mate and his child almost forcing him to shift.

He took a fortifying breath.

“You’d do well to mind your tongue, Ordovic. This place isn’t like our lands. The Fae don’t deal like we do. They won’t take kindly to you throwing threats about to your queen.”

“I think I can handle the Fae,” scoffed Ordovic, “and the dragons, too.” His eyes glinted. “And the wolves.”

Ronan only snarled again, itching to shift, to rip Ordovic’s throat out.

Ordovic sneered, turning and speaking to his wolves. “Come, I think I’ve had quite enough listening to this old dog bark.”

Without a backwards glance they swaggered off, and Ronan didn’t realize he was still snarling until Selena’s small hands rested on his arm.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, sweetness, I’m okay,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Come, we need to get you some food.”

She didn’t argue as he led her back to their quarters, where dinner would no doubt be waiting, but he could smell her apprehension.

He didn’t blame her. Ordovic was an old enemy, and not one he wanted anywhere near his mate.

He sighed. Perhaps ripping his throat out would be the best course of action, after all.