Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge (15 page)

Her words were a bolt of lightning to my
soul, reigniting my passion for her again. Her words chased away
several of my demons, my trepidations over pursuing her. She loved
me. Perhaps not to the degree that I loved her, perhaps not on the
same level I did her, but it was more than I could have hoped
for.

I reached out and wiped away her tears. She
averted her gaze again. “Look at me, Drea.” Slowly she lifted her
eyes; the emotions swirling in their depths pierced me. I needed to
reassure her. “That wouldn’t happen. You’re my mate. You’re the
only woman I’ll ever love, the only woman I can love. You’re my
perfect match, my soul mate. There will never be a better person
for me; nature dictated that twenty years ago.

“
This is different than all
your other relationships. There is nothing you can do to make me
lose interest in you, and I would never intentionally hurt you in
any way. We’d be different, sweetie.”

She nibbled on her inner lip, mulling over
my words. “I’m scared, Bren. In some ways I feel like I’m looking
at a stranger.”

I slid my hands around her neck, my thumbs
sweeping across her cheeks. “I’m the same guy you’ve known for the
past twenty years, only now you know that I’m also a werewolf.

“
I still want to watch
comedy movies with you one Friday a month while scarfing down bowls
of popcorn. I still want to go to karaoke every other Thursday,
knock back a couple drinks with you while laughing at the train
wrecks on stage. I still want to be your best friend, Drea. Only
now I want to add more titles to the mix. I want to be your best
friend, your lover and your mate. I’m asking you to give me that
chance. Let me prove to you that I can be all those
things.”

She gazed at me, apprehension apparent. “You
never answered my question.”

I stared into her eyes, mesmerized by their
striations. “Anything you want to know, I’ll answer.”

She gripped my wrists and pulled out of my
touch. “Your dad, your uncle… your brother… are…” She took a short
breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you all the
same?”

“
Yes. We all belong to the
same pack. Those friends that would come to our massive backyard
barbeques, they were all members of the pack.”

“
Is it a
hierarchy?”

“
My dad was the alpha, but
now I am.”

She startled at that news. “But… I mean,
you’re always there when I need you. How… how can you run a pack
and work and be there for me?”

“
The same way I always
have, sweetie.”

She frowned, her brows dipping inwards like
she was concentrating hard, trying to figure out a difficult
puzzle. I gave her some time to work through the information
dump.

She looked at me. The way her eyes soaked me
up though, the way she cocked her head as she watched me closely,
let me know she was looking at me from a new angle, with the fresh
knowledge in mind.

I stuffed my hands in my pockets, trying to
keep from fidgeting. The more I studied her actions, the more
distressed I became and the harder my wolf fought to break free.
She was analyzing everything. I knew the past twenty years were
being tossed around in her head from a novel perspective.

Grief slowly crept through me, flooding my
veins with awareness. She was prepared to walk away. If the wall
she was slowly erecting was anything to go by, she was about to
leave me, to force me out. Her eyes dulled, her expression became
devoid of emotion. She tightened her crossed arms.

Without thinking, I grabbed her and claimed
her lips. She froze, not complying with my desperation. One hand
hugged the back of her neck; the other wrapped around her waist and
pulled her against me.

My heart danced, my soul soared into space
when she relaxed into my embrace. Her lips molded to mine and her
body fell perfectly against mine. Her hands splayed across my abs
before her fists bunched my shirt and her desire flared to life
again. She could try to rationalize this; she could try to fight
her craving for me, but if nature had done what it was meant to,
she wouldn’t be able to hold back forever. I refused to give her
anymore time though. She wanted me; I wanted her. We were doing
this. I wasn’t letting her analyze her way out of this. I wasn’t
losing her to another fat admiring prick.

I lifted her into my arms. She squealed,
breaking our connection as her arms flew around my neck. “What are
you doing? Are you crazy? I’m going to break you!”

I chuckled. I nuzzled her neck. “Quite the
contrary, sweetie. All those paranormal books you read have it
right. I have superhuman strength, immaculate hearing and
unfathomable speed.”

She gave me a small smile. “Okay, that’s
just a tad sexy.”

We hadn’t even begun to cover sexy.

Her smile began to fade. “I’m scared, Bren.
Tell me I won’t lose you.”

I stopped walking, meeting her gaze. “You’re
not going to lose me, sweetie. I swear.”

She nibbled her bottom lip. Slowly her
barriers began to lower. She nodded her head.

The more she opened herself up to the idea
of us, the stronger my attraction to her seemed to become. Like a
horse finally set free, her energy was electric; the magnetic pull
I’d always felt literally had me glued to her at this point. She
was gorgeous; her swollen lips the first physical sign of my claim
on her.

My cock was pulsing against my jeans, a
concentrated need constricting my groin. I couldn’t wait to claim
her, to release all my pent up desire on her. I had to take a few
good measures first though.

I claimed her lips again, distracting her
from my moves. I rushed into her bedroom, opened her top dresser
drawer and removed two scarves. I closed the drawer and carried her
over to her bed.

“
Rustic Parisian” is what
she’d called her home’s style. Her feminine touch blended perfectly
with a cabin-in-the-woods design. It was a beautiful balance of
masculine and feminine that always made me feel at ease, even in
her queen-sized, wrought iron bed.

As I laid her down on the bed, careful not
to jostle her against the cloud of material, I slid my hands up and
over her curves starting at her hips. I focused on my plan, rather
than the painstaking need tightening my muscles, bringing me to the
brink of cramping and changing.

She cupped my face, gliding her tongue along
the inside of my lips, sending a chill down my spine. I couldn’t
hold back my growl. I’d been so conscientious before not to spook
her, not to smother her, but I couldn’t hold back anymore. I
pressed my body against her, loving the feel of her plush against
my hard. Feeling her pebbled nipples through her shirt, I rocked my
hips, my cock sliding along the seam of her shorts. She moaned into
my mouth.

Without warning, I broke away at paranormal
speed and tied her wrists to the bed. She gasped, her eyes shooting
open, widening with shock.

—

Chapter Eight

DREA

I’d been lost in him. I’d been indulging
myself with the beginning of every fantasy I’d had surrounding Bren
by kissing him. His lips were soft, yet commanding. He pulled this
wanton woman to the surface, drove my need to an insurmountable
peak. I couldn’t get enough of him; I couldn’t get close enough to
him. The gate was open and I was finally rushing towards him,
finally acting upon feelings rather than conscience.

I didn’t dare undress him though. Or myself.
As much as I wanted this, I was too afraid to initiate it.

Abruptly he broke away, my mind snapping
back to reality. The warmth that had loosened my body began to
dissipate as my arms were tugged over my head. Before I could
figure out what was going on, my hands were fastened together, my
arms lodged over my head as my wrists were secured together and
then to the headboard.

Panic rose up in me. I jerked on the
wrappings, but they didn’t budge; they merely started cutting into
my skin.

“
Calm down, Drea.” Bren ran
his fingertips down my cheeks and across my lips. “Do you trust
me?”

I gazed into his dark eyes. Excitement was
dancing within me. My knee-jerk reaction was fear, but it didn’t
plant itself in my chest. As much as I hated to admit it to myself,
it appeared I sort of liked the idea of being controlled in bed.
Lord knew the other men I’d been with didn’t come close. They were
selfish pansies who couldn’t have found my g-spot even with the
help of a GPS navigation system. They floundered in bed, barely
able to control themselves from bursting the second they entered
me.

“
What do you have in
mind?”

He smirked. He kissed my lips gently before
pulling away again. He resumed hovering over me patiently. “That’s
not how this works, sweetie. I just need to make sure you trust me
before we begin. I don’t want to do anything against your
will.”

I nibbled my bottom lip. I’d always known
that love required risk, and tantric love required surrender.
Regardless of whether one was tied to the bed or not, you had to
surrender your body to the other person in order to get any
pleasure out of the experience.

I focused on Bren. He’d been my best friend
for so long; he knew all there was to know about me… except this.
He’d never seen me orgasm. Heck, he’d never even seen me naked. If
there was anyone I should trust myself with though, it was him. And
that’s what drove me to nod my head in agreement.

“
No. I want to hear the
words.” His voice was firm, sending warmth to gather in my womb.
This was a side of Bren I hadn’t seen before.

“
I trust you.”

My heart thundered in my chest as I wrapped
my hands around the scrollwork of my headboard. I watched as he
devoured me with his eyes. They skimmed every curve, every roll and
every line on my body. My pulse ratcheted up as the anticipation
built under his gaze alone. I was trapped, at his mercy. I was out
of my element with him right now, and as exhilarating as that was,
it was equally terrifying, in a good way. I didn’t know what was
coming. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but somehow I knew
it was going to be good; if I could let go of my insecurities long
enough to enjoy it.

He licked his lips. “I think you have too
many clothes on.”

My nipples pinched so tight it bordered
painful. I’d never been aroused by words alone.

I shrieked as he ripped my shirt down the
center.

“
I’ll buy you a new one.”
He kissed my flesh, searing my skin with his lips. He kissed a
trail up my stomach to my chest. “So soft. So sweet,” he
murmured.

Typically I felt uneasy at exposing my body
for the first time to a man, but the reverence in Bren’s voice, the
way he caressed every part of my stomach, even the jiggly parts I
hated, left me no chance to be anything but in awe.

I jumped when he shredded the front of my
bra with his teeth. He gave me a wicked, sexy grin. “I’ll buy you a
new one.”

I held my breath, anticipation pumping
through me. He rose higher over me, bypassing my breasts to nuzzle
my neck. He nibbled my skin, licking and sucking my tender flesh.
Tingles of pleasure spiraled out from his where his mouth played
with me. My desire spiked as he patiently moved along my neck from
one side to the other before sliding back down.

Every part of me was aware of him, beginning
to lean into him. My lips parted, my breath stilled as he kissed
the swells of my breasts. His hands slid beneath the material of my
bra, molding to me briefly before he knocked the fabric aside. He
sat back on his heels and gazed down at me. My nipples tightened
unbearably from merely the way he devoured me with his eyes.

“
You are so beautiful.” His
dark eyes slid from my face to my waist and back up
again.

I felt myself blush even as my perk peaks
ached in response to his adoration. Damn he was sexy. I’d never
allowed myself to really look at Bren before. I’d noticed he was
handsome; I’d seen his obvious attractiveness in passing, but never
truly saw the depth of it until now.

His lips were red from kissing my upper
body. His pupils were dilated, his eyes dark with passion. His buff
biceps were straining the sleeves of his t-shirt; his pecks were
stretching the fabric across his chest with every breath he took.
It was the culmination of these things that sent liquid heat to my
core. His look was so intense, so dark, dirty and delicious while
his body was a god-like statue to be glorified, especially as he
moved against me and over me. His hard, pressed against my soft,
felt amazing. He was amazing, especially when it came to squashing
my doubts, to demolishing my concerns and soothing away my
fears.

A small rumble sounded from his chest as he
pounced on me. I gasped, hot pleasure shooting through me as he
took my taut peak into his mouth. He rolled my other nipple between
his fingers, doubling his efforts.

My womb coiled tight as my pussy gushed, the
need for him to be inside me racing to a new high. I found my hips
rolling up into him, my body instinctively moving into his touch as
my hunger sent my mind spiraling. His tongue swept over my tight
bud, sending delectable shockwaves through me.

“
Mmm.” His carnal moan did
dangerous things to me.

My breathing was labored, every breath
echoing in my ears. My pulse was sprinting along as my muscles
clamped down, trying to trap that beautiful feeling of bliss
experienced in every step on the way up.

I gasped as he switched breasts; the heat of
his mouth on one side combined with the chill of the air wafting
over the other was electrifying. Chills chased down my spine as he
continued to build my arousal, which I was certain was overwhelming
his nasal passages by now. I jutted my chest out, greedily seeking
more pleasure than what he was already giving me; I was limited by
the restraints though.