Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)

Calisí;

I listen to the owls hoot in the distance, and a smile forms on my face as I shut my eyes.

”Can you hear that?” Avaren questions with his hands, drawing small circles on my bare thigh, and I smile.

I look up at his face... at his beautiful red eyes staring blankly ahead. A man without the sight he gave up for me.

”I can,” I reply as my thumb traces just along his lower lip, and he smiles.

”The air smells like peace tonight.” He says, and I nod.

”Describe it to me.” He whispers, and I smile.

I wrap my arms around his neck and adjust into a more comfortable position in his lap as I look back at the council room full of witches and warlocks staring at us.

”The torches burn blue tonight.” I begin, and he nods.

”A good omen...” He replies, and I nod as well.

”The council members are sitting and waiting for our guest. They are all gawking at us.” I continue, and Avaren chuckles.

”Are they?” He questions, and I grin. I turn back to him as I hear mischievousness in his voice, and the way he places his hand firmly on my thigh...

Bliss.

”Yes, they are,” I reply, and he smirks.

”Let’s give them a show then.” He speaks as his fingers slide into my hair, and excitement thrums through me as he takes a firm grip that is the perfect balance of pain and pleasure.

He tilts my head, and as our lips connect, gunpowder explodes inside my heart.

I hear the council members grumble and mumble in annoyance, but I don’t break the kiss, and neither does Avaren.

Finally, he pulls away, and I giggle as I stare at him, trying to catch my breath.

” We’d best stop now before we give them a show they won’t be able to watch.” He whispers, and my smirk grows into a grin as I feel his bulge under me.

”Trust me... They’d be honoured to watch that show.” I whisper into his ear before biting his earlobe, and he groans.

”Calisi...”He whispers, and I grin.

”Behave. Both of you.” An elder warlock cautions, and I turn my attention from Avaren to him.

”Jealous, Beagum? You can join... As long as your dick isn’t all shrivelled up, I’m sure I can get Avaren to let you have one good night at least. Relive your youth.” I reply, and Avaren goes stiff.

I know the mere thought of sharing me infuriates him, but I’ve always had a problem not knowing how to bridle my words.

The elder warlock looks away, offended, but stays silent as he knows better than to annoy me.

I then get off Avaren, and my eyes catch the dog sitting quietly at Avaren’s food, and I scoff when I find its food untouched.

”I’m getting interested in your loss of appetite. Want me to feed you?” I coo as I bend over in front of it so we’re at eye level, and fear floods its eyes.

Immediately, it reaches into its plate and starts eating, causing me to smile and nod in approval.

I stand up straight and walk back to my throne beside Avaren. I sit in it with my legs hanging up where my back ought to rest, and my head dangling off where my ass ought to be.

Although I’m sitting upside down, no one dares correct me, and I fix my gaze on the door, weaving void-smoke into my hair.

I get bored and look back at my fingers, which I have coated red tonight, and just then, I hear the cavern doors groan open.

I feel him before I see him.

Every witch and warlock in the coven does, and a smirk crawls onto my face.

Finally. The wait is over.

Heavy footsteps echo in the room as a thick scent of earth, blood and dying forests floods the space.

My skin crawls when I sense it.

An Alpha’s aura. Bruising and feral, trying to fill the hall like a beast pissing on territory it does not own.

How invigoratingly adorable.

I drop my extended hand as the intruder’s aura tries to encompass me, but fails miserably.

Balinar of Elkhorn.

A Beast-King. Alpha of a contemptuous land.

A man who looks less like royalty and more like a nightmare someone forgot to wake up from.

I let my head fall back farther so I can have a proper view of him, and despite my upside-down vision, I can see all that makes him such a puzzle of an appearance.

Massive antlers curl from his skull like jagged black branches that could impale whoever fate chooses to betray. His black hair, long, wild... and thick... too thick for any comb in existence, falls over one eye.

The eye left to see is black as tar, with a pale scar running along it like a claw mark from a failed execution.

And the left side of his face... ah.

It’s burned. Melted. Beautiful in the most obscene way.

Like someone poured acid over an angel and let the ruin settle into art.

He is every inch the demon a few whisper about.

And still... I tilt my head in curiosity as I stare at him. He is...

Twisted.

Wrong.

But undeniably... attractive.

Not as attractive as my Avaren, though. No one is.

But this man is attractive in the way a collapsing star is: horrifying, captivating... unnerving.

He steps into the centre of the council ring, and the witches go quiet as they watch him. The warlocks fix their gaze on him, as if trying to read every secret he’s ever kept, and if he’s not guarded enough... They will read them.

EVERY secret.

I turn in my throne and get off it.

I crawl over to Avaren’s feet and lay my head against his knee as Balinar keeps his gaze on me, and then he does it.

His aura tries to dominate, and the cavern itself growls in annoyance.

How... bold. Stupid. Entertaining...

I lick a canine as I stare at him, and I see curiosity flicker in his eyes as he stares at me.

This will be fun.