Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge (5 page)

“
I’m the owner of this
building. I came to see that you had settled in alright.”
Stupid!
Why the hell did I
choose the landlord route?

“
Oh.” Her eyes lost a bit
of their lust. “Everything’s fine, thanks.” She averted her eyes,
gazing at the ground rather than me.

My wolf roared as her
attention slipped away. I fought to keep him under control; I
fought myself to keep from snapping her chin up towards me.
Damn it.
I had to get
inside her apartment. I couldn’t just walk away. I needed more time
with her.

“
Do you mind if I come in
to do a quick inspection? Just to ensure everything is in proper
working order,” I quickly added.

She fidgeted, glancing back into her space.
This wasn’t customary, and she seemed to sense that. She eyed me
warily. Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she nibbled
lightly on it. I barely suppressed a groan. Wolves loved to nip,
nuzzle and bite their mate. Watching her without being able to join
in was nothing short of punishment.

My wolf clawed at my chest,
desire clamping down on my groin. Feeling desperate, I placed my
palm against the door and leaned over her. I gave her my best
wolfish grin. “It’ll only take a few minutes and then I’ll be out
of your hair. Of course, if you’d prefer, you can call the office
on Friday and schedule a better time.”
Don’t make me leave. Don’t make me walk away from
you.

I clenched my jaw, swallowing hard as I ate
her up with my eyes. The way she abused her lip only heightened my
arousal. Her interest had feigned, but I knew I’d be able to get
her wet for me. I’d caress her curves, fondle her breasts and lick
her pussy until she was gushing with need before I seated my cock
deep inside her.

—

Chapter Five

SARA

Uncertainty gnawed at me. I’d never seen
this man before. I’d been to the office on three separate occasions
before being given the keys to my new place and I hadn’t seen him
once. He seemed innocent enough, despite the tension thrumming
through his body. The biggest indicator though was my lack of fear.
I trusted my instincts, and they were screaming safe right now; not
to mention my pussy was on the brink of crying again.

“
Um, what’s your name?” I
knew I’d read it somewhere on the lease, but couldn’t recall
it.

“
Desi; Desi Corrado. And
you would be?” The double-R’s rolled off his tongue in a sexy lull.
It sent a shiver down my spine. He lifted a brow, a dimple
indenting his cheek as he smirked.

My heart fluttered; my nipples tightened as
he gazed down at me. I swallowed past the lump in my throat.
“Sara.”

“
Sara, what?” he
pressed.

“
Lofton.”

“
Well, Sara Lofton, it’s a
pleasure to meet you.” He pursed his lips. His muscles flexed as if
he was holding back, fighting his body over something.

I shook my head, looking back into my
apartment. It wasn’t messy. Everything I’d unpacked had been neatly
put away. The only mess was the untouched boxes I’d stuffed into
corners to keep the walking path clear. I looked back at the
tempting male. He licked his lips, bending into me. I took a
tentative step backwards as desire flared within me. I didn’t know
what he was going to do, but I knew I wanted him, and that wasn’t
safe.

Men don’t like curvy women. Men ran from my
thunder thighs and over-stuffed midsection in preference of wafer
thin models. I’d accepted the fact that I would probably be single
the rest of my life; at least I could live out my fantasies through
my books though. Every girl had the right to dream; it was better
than drowning in depression over reality.

I opened the door, allowing him to enter the
apartment. Damn my heart for fluttering at the sight on him near
all of my belongings, standing in my home like he belonged
there.

—

Chapter Six

DESI

My wolf nearly purred as I heard her heart
skipping a few beats. Her arousal was returning quickly, though she
was fighting it every step of the way. She was going to be fun. I
could already picture her rebelling. What I wouldn’t give for her
to rebel so I could tie her to the bed and wind her body up until
she was crying for forgiveness and begging for release, the need to
come wiping all coherent thoughts from her.

She closed the door, leaning her head
against it before she turned back around to me. I took a deep
breath, inhaling the smell of her, of gardenias and silk. The
overwhelming scent filling the space wasn’t her though; it was food
that smelled so delicious my stomach growled and my wolf became
momentarily distracted.

She chuckled at my human faux pa. “It smells
as good as it tastes. It’s my grandma’s recipe. I was just sitting
down to a bowl when you knocked.” Her face lit up as she spoke of
her grandmother and the food. She looked radiant; she drew me
deeper into her. “I’m not sure if you have plans or not, but you’re
welcome to have a bowl with me.”

My heart cracked open at her generosity,
touching a part of me no one had yet to reach. “I’d love one.”

She smiled and nodded, immediately heading
for the kitchen. I watched as she stood on her tiptoes to reach the
second shelf in the cupboard. I found her effort adorable; her
petite frame had the top of her head coming to the center of my
chest. Removing the glass cover from the pot, she ladled two
heaping scoops of the chili into the bowl, filling it to just below
the rim. She dug a spoon out of a drawer and handed both to me.

“
I hope you like it,” she
said. I could tell it meant a lot to her that I did. Even if it
tasted like cardboard, I’d devour it just to make her
happy.

“
Thanks.”

“
I, uh, don’t have a dining
room table, so we’ll have to eat in the living room. I hope you
don’t mind.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was
so confident when it came to talking about the things she loved,
yet it was obvious herself and her apartment weren’t on the list.
She fidgeted, self-consciousness clouding her glow as she stuffed
one leg underneath the other as she sat on the sofa. She reached
for her abandoned bowl with less than half the chili she’d given me
in it.

I sat down next to her, quietly observing
her. She stole sideways glances at me as she blew on her bowl. It
was obviously a distraction since the bowl wasn’t puffing steam the
way my own was. She dipped her spoon into the dish and lifted it to
her lips. She blushed as she caught me watching her. Her mouth
covered the spoon, her lips sliding seductively, though not on
purpose, as the chili slipped onto her tongue. She tossed the spoon
back into the bowl and chewed methodically. She averted her eyes, a
flush stealing over her.

I was riveted by the way she ate. There was
something sensual and thoughtful about her moves. I could tell she
enjoyed the food; her eyes widened slightly in the corners around
the mouthful. I could almost hear her moaning in delight as the
flavors assaulted her taste buds.

“
I’ve never been more
jealous of chili in my life,” I said. Her cheeks reddened; her lips
lifting despite her unease over my statement.

I shoveled a spoonful into my mouth, my eyes
never leaving her. The second the chili hit my tongue, spices
danced with hearty chunks of flavor in my mouth; this was the best
chili I’d ever eaten. I groaned. “This is delicious.”

She turned to me, a wide grin on her face.
My heart skipped a beat as I gazed at her, in awe of her beauty. My
lungs struggled to expand as I stared openly at her beautiful,
sparkling hazel eyes; her lips curled up, spreading across her
face, as her cheeks colored at the compliment. “I’m glad you like
it.”

Self-consciousness temporarily tucked away,
she took a hearty bite of the food. I quickly followed. For the
moment my wolf was behaving. I knew once my spoon hit the bottom of
the bowl, I would be in trouble again though.

—

Chapter Seven

SARA

We sat in amicable silence, consuming my
grandma’s chili. His eyes remained glued to me, like he was
considering me for dessert. And damn if my heart didn’t delight in
that knowledge as my body physically reacted to his interest. My
breasts felt heavy, my nipples perking as naughty desires flashed
through my mind.

He finished his bowl before me, and set it
gently on the coffee table. His gaze temporarily landed on my book,
still resting on the table with its cover facing the sky.

His eyes seemed to dance with amusement and
excitement. I felt my cheeks heat as I snatched the book away and
blindly shoved it onto a shelf; that only made him smile wider.

“
You like werewolves?” he
asked, innocently enough.

I shrugged, gathering his bowl with mine and
heading to the kitchen. I promptly began washing the dishes and
towel dried them. I jumped, nearly losing the bowl in my hand, as I
collided with his hard wall of muscles.

“
Sorry. I didn’t mean to
frighten you,” he stated through clenched teeth. His lids fell to
half-mast as he inhaled me.

My pussy clenched at his move; my body
shivered at the erotic undertones in his move. I swallowed hard.
Leaning back into the counter and away from him, I set the bowl
down safely. I couldn’t allow my mind to wander. I couldn’t get
hurt again.

—

Chapter Eight

DESI

Every time I thought I was making progress
with her, she shut herself down again. I knew it would take
something drastic. I needed to shock the fear out of her.

Her scent was getting to me. My muscles
began to cramp, the change trying to come over me. I clamped down
hard on the counter, trying to control it. She smelled like heaven.
God, I wanted to shove my nose in her pussy, lick her cunt and
taste her sweet honey. My cock was on the brink of exploding.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins; my wolf’s excitement over
finding its mate wouldn’t be curbed until we mated.

She stared up at me; her eyes were wide and
mouth slightly ajar. Her breasts appeared swollen, begging for my
attention. I shifted my position, the pain in my groin nearly
unbearable.

And that’s when I heard it; a whimper. A
soft, innocent whimper of painful desire that matched my own fell
from her lips.

I met her gaze. She seemed taken aback by
the noise she’d released. Her breathing was uneven; her lips pursed
as she considered me.

She shook her head, averting her gaze. Heat
colored her cheeks. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t know why my body is
reacting this way towards you.”

I slid a single digit beneath her chin; I
lifted her face towards mine. “Do you believe werewolves are
real?”

Her brows stretched upwards before falling
to their rightful place again. She didn’t answer right away. “I
believe there are things we humans don’t know about.”

“
Do you believe in
werewolves?” I pressed. I wasn’t letting her off the
hook.

Her heart sprinted as I leaned in closer to
her, further trapping her at the back end of the galley kitchen. My
arms flanked her body; my hands were itching to touch her, to grab
her and feel her. I wanted to feel her soft flesh pressed into
mine.

“
I don’t know.” She sounded
unsure of herself; uneasy with the topic even.

“
What if I said I’m a
werewolf?”

She tried to hold back a smile. Her chest
vibrated with a silent chuckle. “You can’t be serious.”

I lowered myself until we were face to face.
I couldn’t shift without damn near raping her, but I could show her
a glimmer of my inner wolf through my eyes. I flashed the honey
yellow eyes of my wolf; allowed her to face the beast within me who
screamed that she was his.

Sara gasped, jerking backwards. She cursed
under her breath when she hit her side against the counter. She
opened and closed her mouth several times unable to formulate a
response, though I didn’t blame her. She shivered, wrapping her
arms around herself.

I reined in my wolf, leashing him again.
Indulgently, I ran my palms up and down her upper arms, willing her
to calm down.

She nibbled her bottom lip again. “Why am I
not afraid of you?”

I ran my thumb along her bottom lip, freeing
it from her teeth. “Because you’re mine, and your body recognizes
that.”

“
Yours?” she squeaked. I
watched her nipples harden despite the uncertainty in her
voice.

“
Mine to have, to hold and
to love forever as my mate.” I tentatively licked my lips
seductively.

She took an unsteady breath, a quiet moan
escaping her. She watched me closely, her eyes observing my every
move.

I took advantage of a momentary distraction,
a moment when she was lost in thought, to brush my fingers against
her erect nipples. She sighed, unconsciously leaning into my move.
I smelled her arousal returning as I continued to lavish her pert
peaks with my hands. I pressed my hard cock, straining against my
jeans, into her arms, wrapped around her upper stomach.

Her eyes shot wide-open, awareness washing
over her. She moved her arms up, pushing my hands away as she
covered her breasts. “I…” She turned her head from side to side,
worry pulling down her features. “I don’t know you. I…” She sighed.
“How can you feel so right? I don’t get it.”

—

Chapter Nine

SARA

Anxiety and excitement pumped through my
veins. Everything about Desi enticed me. And when the creature
within him penetrated me with his eyes, it felt like my soul was
bursting open. I was overwhelmed. My body was crying for his touch,
desperate for some unknown, incomprehensible connection with him as
my mind was scolding me with rationality.