Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge (17 page)

With her body on its third release, with her
conscience devoid of thought, blinded by the feel of us, I knew it
was time. I loosened her bun, slid my fingers into her hair and
tilted her head to the side. The restraints were hot as fuck to see
her in, but made it more difficult to access her shoulder.

With my cock on the verge of bursting, my
control teetering, I set my wolf free. He roared to the surface. I
blinked and my vision was black and white. I felt my nails lengthen
as my teeth extended and sharpened. My wolf howled with enthusiasm
before he lunged for Drea’s shoulder, biting her the moment I lost
control, sending my sperm shooting into her womb; allowing us both
to mark her at the same time.

Pleasure shot through me, warming every
ligament, loosening every muscle. Satisfaction surged through my
veins as liquid heat shot from my core. My pulse tripled as I felt
her pussy contract around me, caressing my sensitive, throbbing
cock as I frantically fucked her. My body shook vibrantly; my mind
was quieted by the intensity of my release as my thoughts
chaotically tried to make sense of this novel pleasure, a pleasure
so powerful it caused me to crumble beneath its strength.

Never had I been so lost to pleasure; never
had I been disoriented by my needs being met, my desire coming to
fruition. She jumbled me; she overwhelmed me. She flooded every
pore; her cries shredded every ounce of my control. She demanded
all of me, just as I’d demanded all of her. It was an explosive
exchange of twenty years worth of pining, twenty years worth of
need. It was fate finally taking the reigns as our bodies and souls
aligned and erotic pleasure took hold of us.

I was gasping for air, my heartbeat
thundering loudly as my body slowly began to calm, as my human self
took full control of my shaken physical self. I shuddered, the
aftershock of my potent release shredding my alpha, humbling my
soul to this beautiful, strong equal; to my mate.

She gave an exhausted cry of pleasure, her
pussy convulsing lightly around my spent cock. We’d drained her
energy. Her body would need time to recover.

Pleasure continued to rock my core,
concentrating around my groin before spreading outwards through
every limb. My wolf gave a soft growl of approval, of exhilaration
as I thrust the last few times, savoring the sensations arousing my
cock, enjoying the erotic tingle in my balls as they drained.
Potent didn’t even begin to describe what this was; whatever this
was.

I collapsed, catching myself on my elbows
before rolling over to the side of her. I untied her wrists,
rubbing where she’d chafed them by tugging so hard against the
restraints. I reminded myself to put some cream on her skin later
before I pulled her into my arms. Our heavy breaths and racing
hearts were the only sounds in the room.

After a few minutes, she finally broke the
silence. “Holy fuck,” she muttered.

I chuckled, an inner peace consuming me.
After twenty years, she was finally mine. I finally had all of her
and I wasn’t letting her go for anything.

I lifted her on top of me. Her body was
weak, unable to hold her up when she tried to catch herself with
her arms before collapsing on top of me. She slowly leaned her head
back, her chin resting on my chest, to peer at me. Her gaze had yet
to clear, the fog of pleasure still clouding her features. “I don’t
know if I could handle this every time.”

“
Why not?” I smiled,
knowing she saw the amusement in my eyes.

“
It’s too good. It’s scary
good, but I’m-“ She yawned, blinking her eyes a few times. She was
trying to stay awake, but it was obvious she’d already lost the
battle. Her head dipped and her eyelids slid down.

“
Shh. Just go to sleep for
now and we can talk later.” I cradled her face and kissed her lips.
“I love you.”

Her eyes barely acknowledged my words before
she fell fast asleep.

I lay there holding her for hours after she
fell asleep. I drew circles on her back and caressed her curves as
she snoozed. Her steady heartbeat, her steady breathing was a lull,
a calming rhythmic lullaby to my soul. I slid the back of my
fingers along the bite mark on her shoulder. The wound was swollen,
red and irritated. It would heal within a few days, but a scar
would forever be there, a visible mark of my claim on her for any
and all to see.

My heart leapt as I thought about it. I
would wake up every morning for the rest of my life beside her. She
would be the first and last person I saw every day. And she would
be the one to give me children. Imagining her stomach swelled by a
baby sent a novel joy through me. I couldn’t wait to start living
my life with her, living it the way it should have been for many
years now. It was never too late to start I supposed.

I pressed my lips to her forehead. This was
how it should have been all along.

—

I stretched, feeling loose, relaxed muscles
for the first time. Last night came tumbling into my thoughts,
jolting me into consciousness. I opened my eyes, looking and
feeling around for Drea. Panic rose inside me at finding myself
alone.

I inhaled deep, scenting coffee, pancakes…
and her. I smiled, breathing a sigh of relief as I got out of bed.
I headed straight for the kitchen, anxious to see her, to touch her
and feel her in my arms again.

I watched her as I rounded the corner. She
was adorable. Her hair was barely in a messy bun atop her head;
obviously she hadn’t fixed it from last night. She had on a pair of
pink, lacy panties; they peaked out beneath the hem of her black
tank top as she moved around the kitchen. She grabbed the cream and
sugar for her coffee before she flipped the pancake in the pan on
the stove. She moved to the fridge and retrieved the syrup from the
door. She then focused on mixing her coffee just the way she liked
it. Once her coffee was perfect, she made it back to the stove in
time to move the perfect pancake to a plate, already holding six
stacked pancakes.

Unable to keep my hands off of her a second
longer, I padded towards her, immediately wrapping my arms around
her from behind. I nuzzled her neck, pressing my hard naked body
against her. My cock fit perfectly against her lower back as I
kissed her neck. “Good morning.” I smiled against her, loving the
smell of her and the feel of her against me.

“‘
Morning.” She blushed.
Obviously last night was fresh in her mind.

“
You should have woken me
up.” I kissed her forehead and stepped back, giving her a little
space to breathe. My wolf stirred, but quickly plopped back down as
I moved away. I had to remember that my feelings for her, my need
for her, would always be stronger than hers.

She turned towards me. Her eyes widened when
we she saw I was naked before she focused on my face again. “You
looked so peaceful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed.”
Hesitantly she raised her hand towards me and cupped my cheek. “You
looked like the weight of the world had finally been lifted off of
you. I couldn’t mess that up.”

I grabbed her wrist and secured my other arm
around her waist. “You’re the reason I’m free. Do you know what
twenty years of longing does to a man?”

She flushed. “Makes him tie up the next
woman he sees and fuck her brains out?”

“
No. It drives him to the
brink of insanity and forces him to finally act on what he’d been
longing to do the whole time: claim what was his. You’ve always
been mine, sweetie, and now you always will be.”

—

Chapter Ten

DREA

My heart skipped a beat as he drew me into
him. He captured my lips, awakening every part of me again. I lost
myself in him so easily. How did this feel so right? How did I not
know this was right for so long? I didn’t make a habit of
regretting, but I couldn’t help but wonder where I would be now had
I confessed my crush on him sooner.

Bren had always been attentive. He’d always
taken care of me, even when I kept him at bay. But now, now that
I’d allowed the walls to come tumbling down, he tended to all of my
needs on a much deeper level. There was no doubt in my mind that
Bren would love me if I weighed one hundred pounds or four hundred
pounds. There was no doubt in my mind that Bren would be there for
me until the day that one of us died, because he always had been
there; I just hadn’t acknowledged his love on this level until now.
I hadn’t let him take hold of my heart until now.

Last night caught me off guard. He pushed me
out of my comfort zone, yet proved that he was there with me every
second. He shot my sex life into the stratosphere of
un-rocking-believable. I didn’t know if I could handle back-to-back
orgasms like that all the time. Prior to last night, I’d thought
multiple O’s only existed in erotic novels… Of course I also
thought that werewolves didn’t exist. It was amazing how life
worked, how events aligned themselves.

I swept my tongue along Bren’s lips,
savoring the taste of him as I raked my nails along his muscled
chest. I felt so secure, so loved in his arms. Oddly, I always had,
but I didn’t acknowledge it until now.

I squealed when he lifted me onto the
counter. I heard the coffee cups being pushed aside before my
panties shredded.

I jerked away from him, frowning. “Do you
know how much those cost?”

“
I’ll buy you another
pair.” He smiled wide.

“
You keep up this rate and
you’ll owe me a whole new wardrobe before next week.”

“
Or you could just save me
the trouble and walk around naked.” He winked.

I opened my mouth to respond, but gasped as
he ripped my tank top and rolled my nipples between his fingers.
His cock probed the entrance to my quickly heating core. “Not
fair,” I groaned as pleasure shot through me, causing every nerve
ending to pay attention to him.

He met my gaze. “Trust me?”

“
I trust you.” He thrust
into me, his cock stretching my sore pussy. Sweet sensations chased
away my aches as he moved inside me. “I love you.” He kissed my
lips and tweaked my breasts.

I shuddered beneath his touch. “I love you
too.”

“
Mine,” he stated as he
plunged into me. Pleasure whipped me as he slid his cock along my
sensitive inner flesh.

“
Yours,” I moaned, leaning
my head back against the cabinet, already lost in him
again.

—

*****

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CONTROLLED
CRAVINGS
Christin Lovell

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CONTROLLED CRAVINGS

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CONTROLLED CRAVINGS

Callie has been working for
Brusco Enterprises for two years, slowly falling in love with her
boss, with the sexy, out-of-her-league alpha of the Sanduske
werewolf pack. When her physical needs peak after lusting for so
long, the tables abruptly turn. 
Evan has been suffering in silence
for two years, working with and living next door to his curvaceous
human mate. He’d been fighting to do the noble thing and give her a
choice, but when he uncovers the depth of Callie’s need, everything
changes.

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Controlled Cravings

Chapter One

CALLIE

As I pulled into the short driveway on my
side of the duplex I rented, I immediately spotted Evan in the
front yard, on his side of the duplex, conversing with his pack
beta, Mark. Just at the sight of the hunky alpha, my insides
warmed. Evan was the epitome of what all my romance novels
described for a man: tall, dark and handsome.

I’d always gotten the impression that he was
a combination of Middle Eastern and Hispanic. His features had an
exotic edge, a rare combination. His eyes were almond shaped pools
of chocolate I wanted to roll around in. His complexion was a dark
olive-tan color that reminded me of slightly burnt caramel. His
lips were full with a sexy pout to them; just looking at them, I
knew he was a great kisser. Add in his constant five-o-clock
shadow, his exquisite body and mysterious demeanor and it was no
wonder women fell at his feet.