Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge (34 page)

My limbs trembled, my blood boiled and pulse
impossibly ricocheted throughout my body as she caressed her
breasts. My hands dug into the flesh around her hips as she flicked
her tight nipples, moaning with pleasure.

My wolf launched for the surface. We didn’t
take kindly to being teased. Didn’t anyone teach her not to tempt a
natural born predator?

Without warning, I threw her beneath me. I
was done letting her own the game. Her pleasure was mine, and I’d
be damned if she got her pleasure alone. She was my responsibility,
mine to love, body and soul. I wanted to make her scream. I wanted
to hear her howl like the werewolf I was.

She gasped, surprised by my move. She
quickly recovered, grinning seductively at me. “Couldn’t take it,
could you?”

I accepted the challenge she’d just
delivered. I was going to take her to the edge and make her beg. I
was going to push her limits, help her discover what she could and
couldn’t take. “Oh, sweetie. You have no idea what you just
unleashed upon yourself.” I moved closer, lingering a hairsbreadth
from her lips. “I told you I was in charge here. Rebelling only
earns you a punishment.”

She swallowed hard, her smile faltering. She
was right where I wanted her.

Unfortunately, my strength was slipping.

The longer she remained laid out for me yet
unclaimed, the more difficult it was to focus. I’d waited too long.
I’d pushed my body to the brink, shoved my wolf into a cage and
held him off for fourteen months. That was unheard of. The delicate
balance between man and animal was teetering. Steadily my wolf was
gaining ground, and I, the man, was losing his footing.

Shit. I closed my eyes and turned my head
away. I balled my hands into fists, fighting the urge to shred her
panties and drive into her. Fuck. I’d dreamed for so long about
kissing her, tasting her, feeling her beneath me, but now… My pulse
skyrocketed as adrenaline surged within me. Shit. I was fighting to
remain in control. I’d wanted her in this way, longed for her in
this way for so long, but now, I was too preoccupied with a wolf
who was making heavy, painful strides towards the surface.

I felt her hand touch my cheek, but it was
too late. Not even a rock hard erection could keep me grounded.

—

Chapter Eight

MICHELLE

I caressed Bryan’s face. His features were
twisted tight, his brows pinched together in pain. That’s all I saw
was pain.

My heart splintered as his body began to
tremble.

His head whipped towards me. His eyes flew
open. They were the familiar color, the dark chocolate I loved, but
there was something new in their depths. “I’m so sorry,
sweetie.”

He closed his eyes again. When they reopened
this time though, they were glowing a bright honey hue. Every
breath he took was a snarl, like a beast’s puff in the early
morning.

He pinned me with his stare. My entire body
froze. I couldn’t run, even if I wanted to.

A world of emotions passed through me in
that moment, as if my life was flashing before my eyes. I knew I
was gazing upon the supernatural at his surface. I knew I should be
scared. But I wasn’t.

I searched deep within myself, seeking what
I thought was buried far beneath. Alas, I came back empty. Bryan
had hurt my pride by sending me away earlier, but he hadn’t
destroyed my connection with him. My soul still longed to twine
with his.

I was drawn to both parts of him. The longer
I gazed into the eyes of his wolf, the more enraptured I became.
The idea of the supernatural was nearly unfathomable. Humans
talked, they speculated, but we never believed we’d come upon
it.

But I had. I wasn’t merely observing it
though. I was mated to a werewolf, to an alpha male with a
beautiful animal within him.

No. I wasn’t scared. I was in awe. I
couldn’t believe that I’d been blessed with him. I couldn’t believe
that I was lucky enough to be a part of his life; that I would be a
part of their lives forever.

Bryan’s muscles began rolling beneath his
clothes. He clenched his jaw as the first snap sounded.

I could tell he was fighting it though…for
me. “Let go, Bry. Please, just let go.”

He leapt off the bed. His clothes buckled as
he hunched at the waist, a loud roar echoing throughout the
room.

I sat up, watching him. I needed to make
sure he was okay. The instant his body began contorting though, I
was forced to close my eyes, looking away as painful cracks and
pops sounded. There was a fast melody of bones breaking, muscles
ripping and clothes shredding. It sounded grueling. I couldn’t
imagine going through that.

I felt a drop of water hit my chest. I
opened my eyes, looking up at the ceiling instinctively for a leak.
When tiny splashes continued to hit me, it suddenly dawned on me:
tears. They were tears, not water drops. I was crying.

Damn. I knew love. I understood the concept
of love, but never understood the depth of love until this moment.
Seeing him suffer, mentally acknowledging what he was going
through, and knowing I could do absolutely nothing to help him,
killed me.

My chest constricted; my throat dried up as
I glanced back at him. I sucked in a deep breath as he shrugged. It
wasn’t a man I was seeing any longer though. It was a wolf. My
wolf.

—

Chapter Nine

BRYAN

Though she was no longer in color, I could
still see her beauty.

Her breasts spilled over her arms, which
were wrapped around the upper part of her soft stomach. She’d
crossed her legs Indian style. What stole my attention though was
the erratic rise and dips her chest was making. I heard her
sniffle. It was only when I concentrated that I saw the liquid
streaks pouring down her face.

She frowned as she peered down at me.
“Sorry.” She used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears.
“That sounded painful.” She rolled her eyes, laughing at herself.
“Oh God. I’m talking to a wolf. You probably don’t even understand
me. You just know that you want me, right? And yet I’m still
talking…”

I leapt on the bed, crouching low before
her. Damn. As a wolf, her scent was intensified. It made my mouth
water and my desire soar. She was definitely mine. I only needed to
declare it to the world by marking her.

“
Um, you probably want to
bite me, right?” She nibbled her bottom lip.

My wolf rumbled. He was patient enough not
to spook her, but impulsive enough to strike quick. He’d waited too
long. I couldn’t blame him.

In a split second, he sprang onto her,
knocking her back against the pillows. Immediately he found the
ligament between her neck and shoulder and bit down.

“
Ah, fuck!” Michelle
winced.

Having gotten what he wanted, my wolf howled
with delight, quickly retreating for me to take over, for me to
finish the job.

My body slipped back into human form. The
process was less brutal, the pressure less intense as my figure
reshaped itself.

The moment she noticed I was human again,
she slapped my chest. “I’m making it mandatory that all werewolves
take a TLC course. That sucker hurt.”

I couldn’t hold back my
smile. This was the woman I remembered. This was the woman I loved:
confident, sexy as hell and feisty. I knew she would hold her own
as my better half and my partner in leading the pack. She was
human, but she had everything I wanted
and
everything I needed.

I nipped the tip of her nose. “I’ll make you
forget all about the pain, sweetie.”

She sobered; the anger drained from her
expression and was replaced with concern. “Are you okay?”

God, I was such an asshole. I pushed her
away for fourteen months, yet she never faulted me for it. Earlier
today, I went off on her because I thought she wasn’t happy with me
and it turned out she thought I wasn’t happy with her. Now, I’d
gone off and bitten her, hurt her, and she was asking if I was
okay. How had I gotten so lucky? Her ability to love me in spite of
my flaws was humbling.

“
I should be asking you
that question,” I said.

She grew thoughtful for a moment, her gaze
moving through me before refocusing on me. “I’m sorry about earlier
today. It was a momentary slip in my self-esteem.”

“
We all have those
moments.”

A single brow went up. “Even the alpha?”

I laughed. “Even the alpha. In fact, I’m
having one right now.”

She frowned. “Why?”

“
Because I’m naked over you
for the first time and you haven’t even bothered to
look.”

She narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips. Her
sass was coming through before she even spoke. “Well, I’ve been
mostly naked under you for a while but the only thing you’ve
touched is my hips.”

“
Oh, I plan to touch every
part of you, sweetie. I plan to make you writhe and scream, and I
don’t plan to stop until you beg me.”

“
Someone’s cocky.” Fire
blazed in her eyes. She was challenging me.

I leaned in close, pressing my body firmly
along hers. “Just remember, you asked for it.”

My lips crushed hers as I unleashed my inner
longings for the first time. Electricity sizzled between us as my
body came alive, my cock throbbing against her panties, the last
barrier between me and fully claiming her.

—

Chapter Ten

MICHELLE

Awareness thrummed my body as his lips
collided with mine. His hands swarmed my body, grabbing, pulling,
stroking.

I responded to his touch, moving with him,
against him. My pussy pulsed, my inner walls sopping with
desire.

His lips were like sparklers, searing my
skin, sending heat throughout my body from that one connection
point. His hands were hot and demanding, manhandling my curves with
finesse.

He abruptly pulled back, growling. He sat
back on his knees, perusing me. His eyes dipped down before rising
back up; I struggled not to fidget as he lingered at every curve,
every swell, licking his lips each time he studied my breasts.
Finally, he met me with that intense gaze, the one that melted me.
His eyes narrowed marginally as his pupils dilated. His lips
pursed, swollen from dancing with mine.

God he was gorgeous. His body was beautiful
plains with dips and swerves. His muscles were clearly defined, but
not overwhelmingly raised. His biceps were the largest, physical
proof that he could hold me and defend me.

My focus slid down to his cock. It stood
tall, curving up towards his stomach. The head was a shroom of
purple, appearing stretched to the max, as if the pressure was
nearly too much for his member. A single large vein pulsed against
the underside of his cock, the side on display as his erection
strained upwards. His balls were drawn tight. There was nothing
hanging, and the individual egg shaped orbs were very visible
through the taut skin.

When I lifted my gaze to his again, a gush
of heat spread through me. He’d been watching me the entire time.
He knew that I liked what I saw, based off his lips curling upwards
in one corner and his eyes glittering with amusement and
excitement.

His move was barely visible to my naked,
human eye. His hand swung down, gripped the front of my panties and
ripped them from my body. I knew my eyes widened, shocked by his
fast action.

His gaze dipped down to my pussy. He stroked
the small patch of hair above it. “Mine. No one is to see this,
taste this, fuck this, but me. Got it?”

I swallowed hard, my breasts swelling
further, my nipples tightening unbearably, to the point that a
whimper escaped me. His possessive words singed my body, further
ensnared my heart.

It took me a minute to recover, to get over
the pride swelling within me, the joy bursting from within me. I
sat up, not caring if he saw my tummy roll or my breasts sag.

He watched me as if I was the predator, as
if I was someone to fear, someone unpredictable. I liked that bit,
rejoiced in the minimal leverage it gave me.

I raked a single finger from the bottom of
his sac up to the tip of his cock, teasing a line up his center.
“This is mine. Any one can see it when you shift I’m sure, but any
other time, no one better see it. Period, no one better touch it,
taste it or fuck it, but me. Got it?”

Without warning, he pounced, knocking my
back into the bed. The moment I inhaled to catch my breath, he
drove his cock balls deep inside me. My inhalation morphed into a
breathless gasp as sensations wracked me, sending pleasure shooting
through my limbs, liquid heat pooling in my core.

He hovered, centimeters
from my face. His low snarl vibrated through me, jolting me with a
fresh desire. As he dragged his cock down my inner walls, delicious
pleasure mixed with a throbbing pain. I hadn’t realized how far
he’d stretched my pussy, how much he filled it.
Fuck.

He kissed my lips, capturing my moan as he
jerked back in, the head of dick pecking my cervix. A shudder
worked through me as he slowly slid out again.

God. He was teasing me. He was torturing me
with a snail’s pace.

He trailed his mouth down my neck, placing a
soft kiss over my wound as he thrust into me. Pain mingled with
pleasure again before he slipped back, his body moving with his
cock.

My breathing was heavy as I faced him,
observed him.

He hid nothing. His muscles shook as he held
himself over me. I knew he wanted to go faster. I knew he wanted to
thoroughly fuck me, not move in and out of me at a turtle’s speed.
I didn’t dare tell him what to do though. I knew the limits I could
push him too. This was too intense though; he was too tense.

He shoved back into me, his mouth capturing
a taut peak as he rolled the other one with his fingers.