Playing The Alphas

Chapter 44: The Worship

FINNIAN

Samantha stared at the white flowers growing along the edge of the clearing. I was thinking of how to answer her questions. What an odd one.

I let the silence settle between us. Let her breathing slow. Let her heart stop racing, before I answered.

"The first time I grew wings," I said finally, "I was seven years old."

She turned her head to look at me.

"I woke up in the middle of the night. There was blood on my sheets. My back was on fire and I thought I was dying." I paused. "I screamed so loud that the whole palace woke up."

"And what happened?" she asked, her voice filled with curiousity of wanting to know more.

"My father came into my room. He looked at my wings and at the blood and then he looked at me." I stared at the flowers. "Then he walked out. He did not say a word."

She was quiet for a moment. "That is terrible."

"That is my father. He believes in always handling us toughly. He didn’t want any sort of hardness."

"Did your brothers grow wings too?"

"Jayce grew his a year later. He was just eight. He did not scream. He did not cry. He just walked into the throne room with blood dripping down his back and announced that he was now an angel."

"Whoa!" She slurred.

"Darlington was nine," I continued. "He cried for three days, not because of the pain. Because he thought he was a monster. Everyone believed we were some kind of strange hybrid monsters."

She turned her body toward me. "He is not a monster."

"No," I agreed. "None of us are. But we have been treated like monsters our whole lives."

She looked at me. Her brown eyes searched my face like she was looking for something. Was she searching for a lie? A crack? And a reason not to trust me?

I gave her nothing but the truth. freewebnovёl.ƈom

"The curse," I said. "Our great-great-grandfather made a deal with a witch. He wanted power and she gave it to him. But the power came with a price."

"Wings?"

"Wings and something else. Something we do not fully understand yet. But we will find out, in due time."

She waited for me to continue.

"I do not know everything," I admitted. "My father does not tell us much. He sees us as weapons. Not sons."

Her hand moved. Her fingers brushing against mine on the bench like she was feeling sympathy.

I did not grab her hand, I did not pull her closer. I let her touch me first.

"I am lonely," I said. "All the time. Even when my brothers are in the same room. Even when the palace is full of people. I am always lonely."

"Why?"

"Because no one sees me. Jayce is loud. Darlington is kind and meek and everyoneoves him because of that. I am just... there. In the background. Watching."

She looked down at our hands, her fingers were still touching mine.

"I...I am sorry," she whispered. Her whispers tightening my chest.

I turned my hand over and took hers, her fingers curled around mine.

"Lok at you. Getting familiar with me. So why did you run?" I asked.

She flinched. It seemed she was uncomfortable with confrontations.

"That was naughty."

She did not pull away.

I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her palm, making her to shiver against my kisses.

I kissed her wrist, her pulse beat beneath my lips like a trapped bird.

"I should punish you," I murmured against her skin. I trailed my kissed till I kissed the inside of her elbow. Her arm trembled.

"But I do not want to scare you."

I pulled her closer. She came easily. Her body leaned into mine. Her head rested against my shoulder.

I spread my silver wings. They wrapped around us like a blanket. Like a cocoon. Like a secret world that only we shared.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were wide. Her lips were parted.

I kissed her neck, making sure to worship every part of her face.

She sighed while I kissed her shoulder. The fabric of her dress was so thin, I could feel her skin beneath.

She moaned, making my heart beat.

"That is what I wanted to hear," I groaned against her ear.

Her fingers curled into my shirt, pulling me closer. I went gladly.

I kissed her collarbone, her throat and the soft spot behind her ear. Each kiss was gentle, promising and sexy.

"You are not alone anymore," I whispered. "I see you. I have always seen you."

Her arms wrapped around my neck. Her face buried in my shoulder. She was crying. Quiet tears that soaked into my shirt.

I held her and ran my hand through her hair.

She relaxed against me, her body softened. Her breathing evened out.

We stayed like that for a long time. Me holding her. Her crying and the moon moving across the sky.

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After a while, she pulled back.

Her eyes were red. Her cheeks were wet. But she was not shaking anymore.

"Finnian," she said.

"Yes?"

"Why are you being so gentle?"

"Because someone has to be."

She looked at me for a long moment. Then she reached up and touched my face. Her fingers traced my jaw, cheeks and lips.

"You are not nonchalant," she said. "You pretend to be. But you are not."

I wanted to kiss her again. But I heard wings in the distance. Darlington was coming.

I did not pull away. I kept my hand in her hair. I kept her close.

"Darlington is coming," I said. "He will want his---"

I didn’t even finish speaking when Darlington’s dark wings appeared above the hedges. He landed softly at the edge of the clearing, watching us sit together, my hand in her hair and her body leaning against mine.

He did not speak, he just waited like a meek and humble lamb. I loved Darlington for one thing. He knew respect and he was calm. If it were Jayce, he would confront me with arrogance.

I looked down at Samantha.

"Samantha?"

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"Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Are you ready to share me?" I asked. "With my brothers. Both of them. In the moonlight. Doing mundane things."

She blinked. "Mundane things?"

"Talking. Sitting. Kissing. Holding hands." I paused. "Being together."

She was quiet for a long moment.

"How?" she asked. "How do I share you? How do I belong to three men at once?"

I kept my hand in her hair, my thumb brushing against her temple.

"You do not belong to us," I said. "We belong to you. There is a difference."

"Is there?"

"Yes. We are yours. You are not ours. Not unless you want to be."

She stared at me, her brown eyes searching my face.

"I do not know what I want," she admitted.

"You do not have to know tonight."

"Then when?"

I looked up at Darlington. He was still waiting at the edge of the clearing. His dark wings were folded and his golden eyes watched us like predator watching his prey.

"Soon."

Unexpectedly, my hands moved from her thigh and found her core. It was wet and family. I dipped my fingers in to feel it, and I circled my hands around her clitoris. She gasped in pleasure. My mouths found her breasts, sucking her nipples.

My core tightened and became hard. The thrill of making my mate shake in pleasure and DARLINGTON watching us? Maybe he could even hop along. I would love a threesome.