Chapter 5: Owned by the Alphas

Amelia’s P.O.V

Luca’s grip on my wrists was firm, an anchoring weight that made me feel small and utterly possessed. “No, little mate. It’s our duty to satisfy you now.”

His voice wasn't just a sound; it was a vibration that traveled from his throat, through the fresh, stinging mark on my neck, and straight down to the pulsing center of my thighs. I felt a surge of scorching restlessness, a hunger I didn’t know I possessed until this moment.

Beside him, Marco and Dante let out low, guttural growls. One vibrated against the sensitive skin of my breast, the other against my inner thigh, sending jolts of electricity through my nerves. I was already soaking, my hips twitching instinctively, desperate for a friction I had never experienced.

The undressing was an agonizingly slow torture of anticipation. They worked in tandem, their movements synchronized. Dante leaned over me, his lips grazing my jawline as he slowly slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders.

Marco knelt at my feet, his large, calloused hands gently sliding the fabric up my thighs, his touch sending shivers of heat through my skin. Luca remained at my head, his thumbs tracing the line of my cheekbones, his gaze locked onto mine.

As the silk slid away, leaving me naked and exposed under their predatory gazes, I felt a surge of vulnerability that nearly broke me. But as they looked at me, there was no judgment, no cruelty—only a starving, absolute devotion.

"Touch us," Luca whispered, his voice a command wrapped in a plea. "Know what you are bonded to."

He took my hand and guided it to his chest. Beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, his heart was drumming a frantic, powerful beat—a rhythm that matched my own. I felt the hard ridges of his pectoral muscles, the heat radiating off him like a furnace. I moved my hand lower, feeling the heavy, pulsing length of his cock straining against his trousers. I gasped, the sheer size of him terrifying and intoxicating.

Dante moved closer, offering his neck to me. "Taste me, Luna," he breathed.

Driven by a sudden, inexplicable urge, I leaned forward and licked the salt and scent of cedar from his skin. A low, vibrating growl ripped from his throat, his body shuddering under my touch.

Marco followed, pressing his forearm against my thigh, letting me feel the raw power of his muscles, the way his skin felt like heated velvet.

I was a virgin, untouched and trembling, and they knew it. They treated my body like a sacred relic, their tongues exploring every inch of me with a slow, methodical intensity.

"We want to fill you," Marco rasped, his voice thick with lust. "All of us. Together."

The thought should have been impossible, a physical impossibility that terrified me, but the bond—the Luna's bond—was screaming in my blood, demanding to be completed. I arched my back, my legs parting instinctively, my pussy aching and dripping with a slick, honeyed heat.

"Please," I whimpered, not knowing if I was begging them to stop or to finally take me.

"We have you, Amelia," Luca whispered, his voice a dark promise. "Just let go."

Every inch of skin exposed to the cool air felt hyper-sensitive, only to be immediately ignited by their touch. Luca leaned in, his lips finding the mark on my neck. He didn't just kiss it; he sucked the skin hard, claiming me again and again, while I arched my back, a soft whimper escaping my lips.

At the same time, Marco latched onto my breast, his tongue flicking rhythmically over the bite mark on my nipple. The sensation was overwhelming—the pull of his mouth and the heat of Luca’s breath—making my head swim.

Then there was Dante. He moved between my legs, his large hands spreading my thighs wide, exposing my glistening, soaked folds to the light. When his tongue first made contact with my clit, I let out a sharp, loud moan, my fingers digging into the sheets.

The nerves of my virginity were still there, a fluttering anxiety in my stomach, but they were drowned out by the sheer intensity of the bond heat. I wanted them. I wanted all of them, inside me, filling every void.

Their exploration became more aggressive, more demanding. Luca’s fingers pinched my nipples, twisting them just enough to make me gasp, while Marco slid two thick fingers inside my pussy. I gasped at the intrusion, the feeling of being stretched for the first time sending a wave of heat through my belly.

Dante didn't stop; he continued to suck and lap at my clit, his tongue swirling with a precision that drove me toward the edge. The pleasure built with a terrifying speed, a coil tightening in my gut until it finally snapped. I came hard, my walls clenching violently around Marco’s fingers, my entire body shaking as the first peak of pleasure crashed over me.

But they weren't done. They wanted more, and so did I.

They repositioned me, my body feeling like putty in their powerful hands. Luca moved beneath me, his eyes dark with a primal hunger. He guided his cock—thick, pulsing, and scorching hot—to the entrance of my pussy. I held my breath, my heart hammering against my ribs.

As he began to push inside, I felt the searing stretch of my maidenhead giving way. It was a burning sensation, intense and sharp, but it was immediately followed by an incredible feeling of fullness that made me cry out. He didn't stop until he was buried deep, his hips locking against mine, claiming my virginity in one singular, dominant thrust. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders, my breath coming in ragged sobs of pleasure and shock.

I was filled, but the hunger remained. Behind me, Marco was waiting. He had lubed himself with the overflow of my own wetness, and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against the tight ring of my ass. I whimpered, the thought of being filled in both places at once sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.

With a low growl, Marco thrust forward. The sensation was different—tighter, more invasive, a stretching pressure that seemed to reach deep into my core. I screamed into the air, my body arching as I was double-penetrated for the first time. I felt completely occupied, stretched to my absolute limit, the sheer mass of them filling me entirely.

Then, Dante leaned over me. He didn't want to be left out of the symphony of pleasure. He guided his cock to my lips, and I opened for him eagerly, my mouth welcoming the thickness of him. As I took him deep into my throat, the circuit was complete.

The rhythm that followed was nothing short of scorching. Luca thrust upward into my pussy, his movements powerful and steady, while Marco hammered into my ass from behind, his thrusts deep and punishing.

Every time they hit my depths, the vibrations traveled through the bond, amplifying the sensation a thousandfold. I was a vessel for their lust, my mouth full of Dante, my pussy stretched by Luca, and my ass filled by Marco.

The friction was incredible. I could feel the slide of their skin against mine, the scent of musk and pheromones filling the air, the sound of their combined growls echoing in the room. I felt the pressure building again, a tidal wave of heat that started in my toes and rushed upward.

I came again, and then again, my internal muscles squeezing them in rhythmic spasms. I was lost in a blur of heat and scent, my mind fracturing under the weight of so much pleasure.

"You're ours, Amelia," Luca groaned, his voice a rough rasp in my ear. "Every single hole, every inch of you."

The intensity peaked as they reached their own limits. I felt the sudden, hot surge of Luca’s cum flooding my pussy, a thick, burning stream that filled me to the brim. Almost simultaneously, Marco let out a guttural roar, his body shuddering as he pumped load after load of seed deep into my ass, filling my bowels with his heat. Dante groaned, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he came, filling my throat with the salty taste of his release.

I was overflowing. I could feel the warmth of them leaking from me, a physical manifestation of the bond being sealed. They didn't pull away immediately; they stayed buried inside me, their bodies heavy and sweating, their hearts beating in sync with mine.

For hours, the cycle continued. They shifted positions, flipping me over, pulling me onto my hands and knees, and lifting me up to be taken against the wall. They explored every angle, every possible way to fill me. They marked my skin with bruises and bites, bonding us together in a way that went far beyond the physical. Every touch was romantic, every thrust was an act of devotion, and every orgasm was a shared victory.

By the time they finally let me slide off them, I was completely spent. My legs were shaking, my skin was flushed a deep pink, and I felt heavy and saturated with their seed. As we collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs and shared breaths, I felt the bond pulse one last time—a golden, humming vibration that settled deep in my chest.

The bond was complete. I could feel them—not as three separate men, but as a single, unified entity of which I was the heart.

I was no longer a captive. I was no longer a victim. I was the Luna.

I was no longer just Amelia; I was their mate, filled and claimed in every way a woman could be. I closed my eyes, drifting into a deep, satisfied sleep, wrapped in the scorching heat of the three men who now owned my soul.