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

My body shook and my vision blurred as
pleasure blasted through me. Every hair stood on end. My flesh lit
up, every pore was zapped with awareness, with electrically charged
erotic awareness that was heightened by waves of pleasure crashing
over me. I could barely breathe as he continued to demand more and
more from my pussy with his talented mouth, as his every lick,
every suckle commanded my body to respond with more, forcing my
orgasm to seem never ending.

My voice echoed around me, but the phrases,
the pleasure induced moans sounded foreign.

Before I could come back down, he was over
me. Through my haze, I was shocked to see Evan hovering over me,
the way I’d always dreamed. Once second I was watching him watching
me come and the next his lips were on mine.

Damn he tasted good. His lips molded so
easily to mine, so perfectly to mine. There was urgency in his
touch, yet he wasn’t rough. I could tell he wanted to be, but he
held back.

His breathing was just as labored as mine.
His heavy breaths fluttered over my mouth as he sucked my bottom
lip between his. He lightly nibbled my flesh as my conscious mind
began to return, as the fog started to disappear.

Right when I was on the verge of freaking
out, feeling my emotions, my conscience rising to the occasion, he
plunged into me. His cock stretched the walls of my pussy to the
max, sent new undulations of pleasure through my sensitive core,
eliciting a moan from me. I’d never been so full; I’d never felt so
much.

I grabbed his flexing biceps, straining as
he held himself over me; my nails bit into his skin the second he
captured my nipple. I gasped for air, my body overwhelmed with all
these new sensations; enchanting sensations I never wanted to be
without again.

—

Chapter Six

EVAN

Fuck! She felt like heaven. When I saw her
about to crawl back into her shell, when I noticed that she was on
the verge of embarrassment over what had just happened, I reacted.
I disrobed in record time and seated my throbbing cock as deep as I
possibly could inside her.

I rolled my tongue around her tight nipple,
teasing her into oblivion. I needed her conscience to stay away for
a bit. I needed her. Damn it. I just needed her.

I tweaked her other breast with one of my
hands before switching. I didn’t linger, pulling back to take in
her wet peaks, standing up straight with a longing I was going to
fulfill.

My wolf was jumping, was raging within me,
fighting to be set free so he could ensure she would be ours
forever.

Her mouth was ajar as she met my gaze. Her
blue eyes were dilated, dark with a desire that matched my own. I
could sense she was a little hesitant, a little overwhelmed, but I
also sensed that she wanted this.

I moved my cock inside her, sliding to the
hilt before shoving back into her. She cried out, her hands fisting
around my biceps. She bit her bottom lip, as I continued to pound
into her. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I wanted to touch every curve,
but I also didn’t want to crush her. I was much taller than her
with a lot more muscle and bulk. Her curves were nothing against my
frame. She was delicate flower that I was going to pluck.

I lowered to my elbows, hovering inches from
her face as I drove in and out of her pussy at a slow, torturous
rhythm.

“
Tell me you want this,” I
demanded, accenting my command with a growl from my wolf. I knew he
was peeking through my eyes, watching her closely.

“
I want this,” she
breathlessly replied, squirming beneath me.

“
Why?” The head of my cock
slammed into her cervix. Pleasure burst through my groin even as
every muscle tightened in expectation.

She cried out, her hands moving to fist the
sheets. “Why what?” Her hips lifted to meet mine.

“
Why do you want this?” I
couldn’t hold back the anger within me. Either she’d wanted me this
entire fucking time and we both suffered in silence or she was just
using me.

She bit her bottom lip, whimpering as I
pushed into her again.

My need was on the back burner as a novel
one burst forth. I had to know. Suddenly it became vital that I
knew whether she wanted this or not. I didn’t want to claim someone
who didn’t want to be with me. I needed to know whether I could
give into my every craving and unleash my wolf on her.

“
Answer me!” I grabbed her
wrists and jerked them over her head near the headboard. I began
pumping into her in a frenzy. My wolf was riding me, pestering the
shit out of me to break free; my balls were drawn so close to my
cock, so constricted with need I felt like I was going to explode.
Pleasure licked my dick, spreading from my groin in tiny bursts of
awareness that had my body twisting, my muscles clenching with a
compelling craving. “God damn it, Callie, you better answer me.” I
was so close to losing my control, my delicate balance on the
tightrope.

—

Chapter Seven

CALLIE

Cognizance muffled my pleasure for a moment.
I was having sex with Evan, my boss, my neighbor and the alpha of
the pack I lived among. And damn it, he was every bit of the
physical perfection I’d dreamed him to be. His muscles bulged as he
thrust into me; his eyes bore into me as he shouted commands that
had me wanting to come so bad. But I didn’t want to answer the
question he was demanding an answer for.

Abruptly he slid out of me. I immediately
felt empty and cold. After two minutes of him inside me, I missed
his warmth; I missed his touch.

“
Callie.” My name was a
harsh plea on his lips. He ground his jaw as he glared at me. It
took me a moment before I noticed he was shaking.

I immediately sat up, and cupped his face. I
didn’t care if he saw the rolls of my stomach or that my breasts
weren’t totally perky. I cared too much about him.

Fear knotted my chest as his features
pinched. He swallowed hard, his breathing loud gasps through
gritted teeth. “Evan. Talk to me. What’s wrong?” I couldn’t keep
the panic from my voice.

He growled, pushing away from me. His head
snapped towards me as he stood up off the bed. His eyes were
glowing honey, his lips curled into a snarl as he took me in.

“
Evan?” I’d never seen his
wolf before, but I was certain that’s what I was seeing now. I
wasn’t afraid of it, but I was concerned. I didn’t know what was
going on.

Abruptly, his head jerked towards the
vibrator, still buzzing on the floor. I watched his large frame
stomp towards the offending toy. I jumped when he slammed his foot
down on it, effectively breaking the object and killing the
noise.

I heard a snap and he hunched over at the
waist. His eyes sought me. “Shit! Callie, tell me if you want this
or not, now!”

I opened and closed my mouth, but nothing
came out.

“
I need to know whether or
not to run, Callie!” He was begging despite the volume and command
of his voice.

“
I-“

He gritted his teeth, strain wrinkling his
forehead, pulling on his brows. His body escalated to a violent
tremble. “You’re. My. Mate. Now do you want this or not?”

My head whipped back. I felt like I’d been
slapped with a thousand flogs. Emotions surged, suppressed desires
surfaced with a vengeance. Hell yeah I wanted him. If nature
dictated that I was his mate, then that explained everything that
I’d felt for him. It explained my body’s reaction to him, my need
for him.

Shit! He was suffering, trying to save me.
He was willing to give me a choice. I felt tears prick my eyes.

I slid off the bed and went to him. “Don’t
fight it. I want you, Evan. I’ve always wanted you. I just didn’t
think you wanted me.”

He tugged me into his arms, yanking me to
him tightly. “I’ve always wanted you, Callie. I will always want
you. Ah!” he cried out, lurching back.

I watched as his wolf sprung free. The bones
in his face broke, elongating into a snout. He fell on all fours,
his hands and feet transforming into paws. His body trembled as his
muscles regrouped, as his frame changed. Hair burst through every
pore; he gleamed black as midnight. His teeth grew, the sharp edges
of them poking beyond his lips, warning me of their ability to rip
their enemies apart. His eyes glowed a pure honey hue. Every breath
was a puffed snarl as he watched me closely.

My chest rose and fell heavily. I thought
for a moment like I was in a movie, like I was having an out of
body experience. I struggled to comprehend that I’d just watched a
human transform into a wolf; my wolf.

I slowly back up to the bed. I was lost in
his gaze, lost in this beautiful creature that was deeply focused
on me. When the backs of my legs hit the mattress, I put my hands
behind me and carefully hoisted myself onto the bed. I never looked
away from Evan though. I knew eye contact was important. He warned
me the moment he hired me that if I ever came in contact with a
wolf to never run. Running would get me attacked.

I cautiously slid across the comforter. My
heart raced as Evan stalked towards me. He leapt onto the bed and
moved with a predator’s form up and over me, forcing me to lie
back. He pressed his nose along my skin, the wetness of it tickling
my flesh. I held deathly still, not wanting to scare him.

He pushed his snout against my neck and
rubbed it. Hearing the rumble of his breathy growls so closely sent
shivers down my spine, waking my body with fresh yearning. There
was something so sexy about the sound, so earthy and wild.

I held my breath as his teeth lightly
scraped across my shoulder. My pulse quickened as awareness settled
in. Shit. This was exactly how it was in the books. Damn it.
Fiction got it right for once. Why did fiction have to have it
right?

I clamped my eyes shut and cried out,
gripping the sheets, as his teeth pierced my flesh, bit through the
cartilage and muscle between my neck and shoulder. Stinging pain
shot through the area.

Then he was over me; human Evan. His lips
kissed my face, his hands smoothed over my cheeks. “I’m so sorry,
baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I couldn’t control him.”

I squeezed my eyes tighter, nodding my head.
I knew it wasn’t his fault. I knew he tried to fight it. I also
knew that the throbbing would dull soon. I was just waiting for
that time.

—

Chapter Eight

EVAN

Pride soared within me knowing that she was
nearly mine. I just had to mark her womb and then no other man or
beast could touch her. My cock was already stirring, my physical
longing for her rising again. But it didn’t win out over my
heart.

Seeing her combatting the pain broke me. I
soothed her the best I could. I’d been bitten a time or two, enough
to know that it didn’t feel good. It had to be especially bad for
her though considering she wasn’t an animal with thicker skin and
quicker healing time.

Blood trickled from the wound, filling the
air with her rusty inner sweetness. Damn. Even her blood smelled
appealing.

“
Are you okay?” Guilt
chided me. There was a reason why we claimed our mates at the
height of their climax: it overrode any pain they had.

Fuck. I was an idiot. Not only did I suffer
for two years but I poked my wolf for two years. I gave him two
years to grow stronger; it took me two years to break, but those
two years cost Callie unnecessary pain. I should have given in from
the beginning. I should have wooed her instead of pouncing on her
like an immature teenager.

She blew out a few deep breaths. I watched
as her features softened, as the distress of moments before began
to dissipate.

I rubbed my thumbs across her cheeks. I
kissed the tip of her nose. My heart swelled as her eyelids
fluttered open, revealing glossy, wet eyes. Even in her suffering,
she gave me a small smile. “Sorry.”

“
What for?” I stared at her
beautiful face.

“
I didn’t mean to react
like that.” Heat touched her cheeks, stirring some deep emotion I
couldn’t name.

“
Are you okay?”

She nodded. “It’s manageable now.”

“
Good, because I’m not done
with you.” I smelled her arousal as it spiked and permeated the
air. I drew my hands down over her body, loving the feel of her
silky skin beneath them.

“
You aren’t?” Her voice
cracked.

I smiled what I knew could only be seen as
predatorily. I shook my head. “I’ll never be done with you.” My
wolf stirred, demanding to hear her say it. My heart thundered, my
own need to hear her say it claiming my integrity.

I slid my fingers between her folds,
caressing her tight bud. She gasped, her eyes widening with
shock.

I locked eyes with her as I moved my thumb
in rhythm over her clit. She moaned, wriggling her hips. I pressed
my other hand over her womb, locking her in place. “You’re mine. Do
you hear me?”

She nodded her head profusely.

“
Say it!”

“
I’m-oh!” She tilted her
head back, her chest rising and falling in quick
succession.

“
Say it,
Callie!”

“
I’m yours!”

My heart burst; my cock hardened unbearably,
stretching towards my stomach. My balls drew tight, as I continued
to rub her little nub, continued to watch her squirm with pleasure,
pleasure that I was giving her.

She was so damn stunning in the throws of
passions. I loved the way she responded to my touch. I loved the
ways she responded to me period. Damn. I just- Fuck! They were
right. The sayings were true. They said that you fell in love with
your mate before you ever claimed them.