Page 29 of Owned by Four Alphas (Silverthorn Alphas #2)
Little Eveya was already proving to be a perfect child. Two weeks old, and she slept through the night, barely made a fuss, and had most of the palace staff utterly in love with her.
A good thing too, as following their ordeal, Selena and her mates had needed all the sleep and rest they could get.
But now it was time to rebuild. To reforge old alliances, reestablish power, and welcome in the new era. After several long, tiring conversations, her pack had a tentative plan for how things would be handled from that point on. Selena would take a more active role, empowered and supported by her mates, to pass laws and govern as she chose.
The second anyone stepped out of line, she would defer to her mates. She acquiesced that she had not grown up in the First Realm, she was not a shifter or a Fae, and as such still had a lot to learn about their ways and customs. So while brutal, violent punishment still seemed far too harsh to her, she trusted that her mates knew what they were talking about.
That night had been the first of many feasts to come, with wolves and Fae travelling to the Palace of Embers to pay their respects to Eveya, to Selena, to the pack. It seemed, to Selena’s untrained eye, like the beginnings of peace. The feast itself had been a triumph, although Selena had excused herself early, leaving her mates to laugh and drink and build bonds. Even Malek, clasped around the shoulders by Ronan, had stayed.
It warmed her heart.
For the past hour, she had been sitting in her daughter’s nursery, staring dreamily down at her beautiful little face. She liked to think she could see parts of her mates in Eveya. The shape of Elian’s nose, Kaelen’s mouth, Malek’s quiet intensity, Ronan’s fierce adoration. But Eveya was mostly her. Selena wondered if her mother, Eveya’s namesake, had looked down at her and seen herself?
Selena liked to think so.
The party was getting louder, more boisterous, laughter drifting through the dark basalt halls of Kaelen’s palace. There were a series of thumps from next door, followed by a quiet string of swearing.
“Where the bloody fuck does Kaelen keep his good fucking whiskey?”
With one final soft smile at her daughter, she rose, walking through to Kaelen’s bedchamber and closing the door to the nursery softly behind her. Instantly, her magical barriers snapped into place, blocking any sound from disturbing her daughter, warding the door.
She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight that greeted her.
Ronan and Elian, halfway to drunk, climbing up Kaelen’s shelves to try and swipe the top cabinet open and raid it.
“Has Kaelen not provided whiskey at the feast?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“Not the good stuff,” Elian said, having much more success than Ronan heaving himself up. “I know it’s hiding here somewhere!”
Ronan jumped down to the floor, his grin positively feral. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he rumbled. “I thought you’d gone to bed by now!”
“Not yet,” she said, heat coiling low at the dangerous glint in his eyes, “why do you ask?”
“Well, I had come to steal liquor,” he said, lunging forward and picking her up, ignoring her squeaks of protest, “but now I think I’d prefer something a little sweeter .”
Without giving her more time to protest, he crushed his lips into hers, one hand drifting low to the curve of her ass. She gasped into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck, his scent threatening to overwhelm her.
“You might be onto something,” Elian purred, dropping down from the shelves and uncorking a bottle with his teeth, taking a swig of liquor, “Selena darling, be an angel and get rid of those clothes.”
“Elian,” she squeaked as Ronan dropped her to her feet.
“You heard me, Omega,” he said, his voice darkening.
She gulped as Ronan spun her around to face Elian. “Better do as he says,” Ronan rumbled, “otherwise he might do all manner of wicked things to you.”
“Better yet,” said Elian, “why don’t you let us?”
She could do nothing but whimper as Elian descended, his clever fingers making quick work of the various clasps and fastenings of her silk dress, letting the fabric whisper to the ground around her feet. Ronan’s hands explored every inch of revealed flesh, his hardness pressing into her back.
“Are you two stealing my fucking— oh .” Kaelen stopped short in the doorway, his eyes immediately latching onto her bare flesh, widening slightly in surprise before they darkened and a savage grin spread over his face. “I see.”
Malek was behind him, taking in the scene with his normal stoic, stony impression. But as Kaelen advanced, and Malek shut and locked the door with a definitive click , Selena knew she was completely at their mercy.
Her cheeks heated under the ravenous gaze of her mates, her hands flying automatically upwards to cover her breasts.
“Now now, little dove,” Elian stalked forward, “we’ll have none of that.”
Without warning, he grasped her wrists, pulling her towards him, his lips finding hers in a kiss that promised pure sin. Ronan’s hands, rough and enormous, trailed up her sides and cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over her nipples.
Elian pulled back, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to Kaelen’s enormous bed. She whimpered, her skin on her, her core clenching with desperate hungry need—
“Fuck,” snarled Kaelen, scenting the air, “are you…”
“She’s going into heat,” growled Ronan, “I thought so earlier, but her scent confirms it.”
“So soon after giving birth?” Malek asked, his eyes shining with wicked promise.
“Hear that, little dove?” Elian waved his hands, and his clothes disappeared, his hardness rubbing against her sex. “In a few hours, you’ll be nothing more than a needy, whining mess. How exciting!”
“It must be the pack bond,” Kaelen said, his voice rough, “wanting to strengthen connections.”
“Can you take it, little dove?” Elian whispered, his length pressing into her. “I’ve healed you entirely, so your gorgeous little body should handle it. Why don’t we test you, hmm?”
His hips pushed forward, and she moaned, bucking upwards to meet him, hot, delicious pleasure spreading through her limbs, “Please, Elian!”
“It sounds rather intoxicating, doesn’t it,” Elian said, his voice rough as he rocked into her, “a week sequestered away in here, using you in every single way we please.”
Behind him, Kaelen and Ronan were making plans.
“—morning I’ll let the staff know, they’ll leave provisions.”
“And Eveya?”
“There are five of us, she won’t be alone for a moment. It’s normal for omegas to go into heat when they have infants if the pack bond has been threatened, or if it’s still young.”
“Well then,” Ronan grinned, “looks like we’ve got a very entertaining week ahead of us.”
Selena couldn’t concentrate on anything, her skin heating, a flush spreading over her chest as Elian rocked into her. Every nerve ending was on fire, every powerful thrust of his hips threatening to send her over the edge.
“Such a good omega,” Elian hissed, pinning her arms down as she writhed beneath him, “so obedient.”
Suddenly, he flipped her over, pushing into her with the same brutal force. Malek was in front of her. He lifted her chin stopping down low to kiss her with heated passion, his tongue slipping through her lips.
She groaned into his mouth, letting him consume her, helpless against Elian’s punishing thrusts.
“Be a good girl,” Elian panted, “don’t leave poor Malek wanting.”
Unable to disobey, she pulled back from Malek’s lips and he stood to his full height on the floor beside the bed, his thick hardness naked to her hungry gaze.
Tentatively, she swirled her tongue around the head, her hand pumping up and down his length. He was so big, so hard, she barely knew how her body could ever take him.
Malek hissed in pleasure, pushing further into her mouth, bucking against her tongue. He tasted like salt and shadow, and she moaned around him, pleasure rocking through her, making her greedy.
Elian was speeding up now, his thrusts becoming erratic, and the familiar cord tightened deep in her belly. He reached around and brushed one digit against the bud at the apex of her thighs and she fell apart, keening and moaning, muscles trembling.
Soon, Elian followed, growling his orgasm as he pulled out at the last moment, sticky warmth spreading over her back. It was a courtesy the four alphas had agreed on during her first heat; not to knot her until each male had taken his pleasure from her body.
She whined, empty and desperate, increasing her pace on Malek’s length. It didn’t take long before he was shouting in pleasure, his seed spurting down her throat. She swallowed every drop, ravenous for more, desperate to be filled.
She was suddenly flipped over and Kaelen’s head was between her thighs, his tongue laving over her clit, two fingers pumping in and out of her. Her hands flew to his hair and pulled him closer, keening and whining as she rubbed herself against his capable mouth. The tightness returned, hot and insistent, and soon she was falling apart on his tongue, spilling slick into his waiting lips.
He kissed his way up her body, leaving bites and bruises as he went, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She groaned against him, tasting her own essence, her thighs falling apart, desperate for him to push inside.
But it wasn’t Kaelen who thrust into her. The dragon rolled off of her, heaving her into his lap, fingers plucking and twisting her nipples as Ronan took his place between her thighs. Bracing her legs against his shoulders, he slowly inched forward, his hardness pushing through the tight pulse of her muscles.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as inch after glorious inch entered her, rocking against her. Kaelen’s fingers, rough and insistent on her breasts, doubled her pleasure. The slight pain magnified it until she was sure she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.
“Please!” she begged, her body writhing as Ronan drove into her, “please, Alpha, please!”
“What do you want, Little Omega,” Kaelen snarled into her ear, holding her still so that Ronan could take what he wanted from her. “You need to tell me.”
“I want you, Alpha! I want all of you! Please!”
She could feel it now, the ache, the unending insistent need that predicated her heat. Soon she would be nothing more than a keening mess, desperate for her mates, demanding and needy.
But as Kaelen’s hand drifted lower to rub against her clit, bringing tears of pure pleasure to her eyes as she moaned and bucked, she knew it would be nothing like the first heat with her mates. Nothing like the cold, lonely nights spent on her own in the cottage, terrified of the alphas in the village.
Here, she was safe. Loved. Utterly protected.
As another orgasm hit her, she could have wept.
This was all she had ever wanted. For a while, she thought she might have lost it all. But her pack, her mates , were stronger than any force that tried to tear them apart.
And now, she was free.