Claimed by the Alphas

by Izzy Slam

  “We’re going to be married tomorrow?”

  He wraps his big bear-like arms around me. “You betcha. And then you’re gonna be stuck with me for life.”

  I giggle as he buries his beard in my neck and kisses me.

  And I have that same giggle the next afternoon, after he’s made me his bride. He has Mr. White bring us home in a horse-drawn carriage, tossing his suit coat over me to keep me warm. But I don’t need it because we make out the whole way home and that keeps me nice and hot. He slides his hand up my white wedding gown, teasing my pussy with his fingers. His lips press against my ear, promising to make me cry tears of happiness when he takes my innocence.

  I shudder all over, feeling my nipples prick at the fantasies I’ve had over the last week. I’m scared and excited, all at once.

  And when he carries me over the threshold of what is now our home, I gasp at all the flowers and candles decorating the place.

  “Dyer Wilson. What have you done?” I ask, taking in the flickering lights and smell of roses.

  “I had a few elves come over and make the place look pretty for you, Mrs. Wilson.”

  I throw my arms around his neck, causing his coat to fall to the floor. But he just steps over it as he carries me to our bedroom. His hardness bumps into my tummy as he sets me down on the floor.

  I look into those big sexy eyes of his as he licks his lips, eyeing me up and down. “Now’s about time for me to fuck you senseless, my perfect bride.”

  “Well,” I say, hitching up my dress and kicking off my shoes. “You oughta get me naked first.”

  He releases a grumble about how he knows how it’s done while unbuttoning his dress shirt. His hairy barreled chest makes me tremble. But when he steps out of his pants and reveals his throbbing erection, my pussy is instantly slick and swollen with desire.

  Dyer doesn’t waste a moment taking off my simple wedding gown, and even with several more layers of clothes to keep me warm, I’m completely unclothed faster than I’ve ever been.

  Dyer steps to me and slides a finger between my pussy lips, groaning when he discovers how wet I am. My legs tremble as he circles my clit. I reach up and take his cock in my hand, once again intimidated by its size.

  I pump my fingers up and down, feeling it throb in my grip. Dyer starts kissing me again, moaning in my throat as I swirl my thumb over his slit, dragging his pre-cum all over the head.

  “Damnit, girl, I need that tight pussy.”

  He leans down and suckles my tits for a few moments, until my nipples are hard, red, and pointed out like bullets. Then his hands move under my arms and he’s lifting me up high in the air before swinging me in a circle and leaning me against the wall.

  I gasp and grip his hair, tossing my legs over his shoulders as he buries his face in my folds, licking and sucking every inch of my swollen gash.

  “Oh Dyer…” I moan, tightening my grip on his hair.

  “Mmm,” he responds, cupping my ass as he eats me out.

  I buck my hips as he licks me with ferocity, my body jerking hard when I reach orgasm.

  He slides me down the wall slowly, still cupping my ass as his cock spears my pussy. “I’m gonna get the hard part over with, baby girl. It’ll only hurt for a second.”

  I huff and nod, and with my arms going around his neck, he seals my lips with his and pushes deeper.

  I grimace as his thickness spreads me apart, filling me up, but then he sinks his fingers into the flesh of my hips and gives a thrust, tearing through my innocence with a quickness.

  I yelp, but the way Dyer groans into my neck, I can’t help but feel loved and desired.

  “Oh god,” he growls, lifting me up and down and spearing me with his dick.

  “Fuck!” I cry out, holding onto him tighter as he fucks me.

  My tits grind into his chest, and my nails dig into his back. He’s filling me up, and it feels like he might tear me in half. But the harder and faster he fucks me, the closer I get to cumming.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please … don’t stop.”

  I squeeze his hips with my thighs, using him as leverage to rock my body up and down.

  “Aw, shit, baby. You’re so sexy, fucking my dick with that tight pussy like you can’t get enough. You gonna cum on my shaft?”

  “Yes, oh fuck yes!” I answer, feeling my walls grow tighter.

  His big hands lift me up and down, and right as I cum, I do a slow grind, my walls clenching him so hard he ends up spraying my walls right away.

  Dyer roars like a beast as he releases, and I get the sense that he didn’t mean to orgasm this fast. His cum splashes to the wood floors as there’s so much of it I can’t hold it all inside.

  He backs up and sits on the bed, lying down as he smiles up at me.

  “Ride me again, baby. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

  I do as he asks, pretending like I’m riding a stallion as I bounce up and down on his length. I can’t believe I’m able to take all of him inside my tight walls, but when I act like I’m on a bucking bronco, grinding so hard that my clit is rubbing on his mound and his head is massaging my cervix, both of us end up cumming again.

  Dyer reaches up and tweaks my nipples hard, making me cry out. I think he likes to make it hurt sometimes, as evidenced by the look of happiness on his face.

  “Shit, I only got one more load left in me, for a while anyway.”

  I lean down and drag my tongue over his neck, tasting his salty skin.

  “Where you gonna put it?” I ask, hoping he’ll say my mouth.

  “Get on your hands and knees and I’ll show you.”

  Trembling with excitement, I move into position with lightning speed.

  He’s behind me just as fast, and he gives me a few wallops on the ass, stinging my flesh.

  “Ow! What’s that for?”

  “For keeping my dick hard all week. Now, I’m gonna teach that ass a lesson.”

  With one hand, he grips my hair, wrapping an arm around my waist as his cock pushes against my back door.

  “Dyer! That’s my … my …” I can’t even say it.

  “Baby, I know what it is. It’s your tight little virgin asshole, and I’m about to claim it.”

  He pushes in deeper, the head of his cock stretching me so hard it burns like fire. I cry and whimper, but that just seems to make him harder.

  And I don’t know why, but I find myself pushing back against him, my pussy dripping to the bed as he plunges in my tight ass. I know it won’t do any good to fight it, and I think that’s what turns me on the most.

  “Fuckin’ hell, darlin’. I ain’t never fucked an ass this tight. And it’s mine forever.”

  With a tug of my hair, Dyer pushes his thick cock all the way inside my asshole, making me yelp.

  My tits bounce wildly as he fucks me with abandon. He grunts and growls as his sack slaps against my pussy lips. He pulls my hair so tight, I cry out again.

  But one thing I notice is how good it feels to be possessed like this.

  His pace increases, making my tender bottom burn as it approaches orgasm. And when his finger moves to my clit, that’s it for me. My asshole starts to bounce as I cum, shrieking as I beg Dyer to fuck me harder.

  His roars echo all over our bedroom as he sprays a huge load inside my bowels. My ring of muscles milks his cock as he plunges in and out. He gives my hair another pull, making sure I know that I’m still helpless, his little prisoner that he can fuck for however long he wants.

  And he does. He goes another round, pumping and spraying his seed while fingering my clit. Every cell in my body feels like it’s on fire as he goes soft and slides out of me.

  “Oh Dyer,” I say, letting my head fall to the bed below.

  He lifts me up and lies me down, cocooning me with his huge, sweaty body.

  He covers my back and shoulders with kisses, telling me how much he loves me.

  My arms and legs, pussy and ass, well, they’ve never been so sore. But it�
��s the best kind of sore. I’m so glad I let this ex-con barge his way into my life.

  “Mm, baby girl. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I woulda never turned my life around if not for you.”

  I roll over and cup his face, running my fingers through his long beard. “And I would have spent the rest of my life alone if not for you. I’ve no doubt about that.”

  He kisses the palm of my hand. “Well, we’ve got each other now. And that’s all that matters.”

  It sure is.

  Claimed by My Dad’s Best Friend

  ***

  Callie. It feels like I’ve waited a lifetime for my 18th birthday. And so far, it seems perfect. But then Granger Stevens walks in, looking all kinds of gorgeous, and can’t seem to keep his hands off my innocent body. He has one message: I belong to him, and he plans to take what’s his. But he’s wrong. Because I know my dad, and he will never turn me over to this hot older man, even if they are best friends.

  Granger. Callie’s dad has some serious gambling issues. So far, he’s borrowed nearly $100,000 from me, and it doesn’t look like he’ll pay it back anytime soon. But when I attend his daughter’s 18th birthday party and realize how much she’s blossomed into a drop-dead gorgeous blond, I know right away I’ll take her over the money. It’s been too long since I’ve laid my hands on such young, innocent flesh, and Callie’s everything I want in a wife. I don’t care if Dan is my best friend. I’m going to lay claim to his daughter forever.

  ~Callie~

  I’ve been waiting for this day for as long as I can remember. Turning eighteen? It’s like I’m finally free to be me, to be an adult, a real woman. I know it sounds stupid, but the moment I woke up this morning, I felt different. I just knew it was going to be the best day of my life.

  I finally graduated from high school last week. And to celebrate, I’m having a party tonight. It’s mostly to celebrate my birthday, but some of my friends are coming over, along with some of my dad’s friends and colleagues. He’s really gone all out for me by having it catered as well as hiring a private DJ. Okay, technically, my great aunt is bringing over all the food, and the DJ is the son of a colleague who does beat drops for a living, or something like that. Last weekend, dad rearranged our basement to make room for everything, going so far as to offer guests who drink too much a place to crash.

  “I’ll even let you enjoy a glass of wine, sweetheart,” he told me this morning.

  I think he’s overcompensating for the fact that my mom isn’t around anymore. She died years ago, and ever since, he’s gone out of his way to indulge me in whatever he can. But over the last year, he’s had to really back off, telling me ‘no’ more and more, promising me that this is only temporary, that he’ll get back on his feet again, that we won’t be broke forever. He doesn’t make much as an accountant as it is, but we’ve always done pretty good.

  I’m not sure how the financial problems started, and maybe I didn’t really want to know. But regardless, I love and support my dad no matter what. And pretty soon, I’ll get a job and help him out. Especially now that high school is a thing of the past.

  I press down the front of my dress and check myself out in the mirror. This little red dress has been staring at me from my closet ever since buying it last month. It’s a tight little number, showing off all my greatest assets—something I’m not ashamed to do, especially since I’ve never let a man lay a hand on me, in the sexual sense, that is. I’m proud to be untouched. And someday soon, the man of my dreams will have this body all to himself.

  Just as soon as I meet him.

  “Sweetie?” Dad calls to me from the other side of my bedroom door.

  “Yeah?”

  “You may want to come downstairs soon. Your guests are starting to arrive.”

  “Be there in a sec!”

  I brush on some lipstick, scrunch my hair with a little more hairspray, and make my way downstairs. The guests have not started to arrive. Most of them are already here. I can smell my aunt’s food—finger sandwiches, mini pizza bites, cheese curds, homemade spinach dip, and all sorts of veggies and fruits with accompanying dips and sauces. It looks like she even brought some caviar with extra fancy crackers. The only thing I’d requested was a red velvet cake with cream cheese icing, and it looks like she delivered, the uppermost part topped with fondant in the shape of a giant, bright red bow.

  When people see that I’ve arrived, I get a warm welcome from the guests, including my dad. Most of the people here so far are his invitees, many of them I’ve never met. I can tell they’ve already gotten a head start on the drinking. Not that I’m complaining, seeing as the gift portion of the table is stacked pretty high.

  “Callie!” My aunt comes to me, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a warm embrace.

  “Hi, Aunt Teresa. Thanks so much for coming, and for all this food. I can’t wait to dig in!”

  She takes me by the hand and beams at me. “You’re welcome, and happy birthday to the best niece this side of the Mississippi. How does it feel to be eighteen?”

  “Better than I thought it would.”

  “Your mother would be so proud of you,” she says, placing a loving hand on my cheek.

  “I feel her all the time, Aunt Teresa. I think she’s watching over me from heaven.”

  My aunt and I kind of have this moment. I know she misses her sister as much as I miss my mom. I don’t know what I would do if she wasn’t still a part of my life.

  When a pair of warm hands slide over my eyes, I can’t help but smile.

  “Guess who?”

  Aunt Teresa starts to laugh. I don’t have to guess. I’d know that voice anywhere.

  “The person responsible for helping me keep my sanity all through high school?”

  “That’d be the one,” Becca says.

  My aunt says goodbye when she sees her boyfriend coming downstairs, and Becca turns me to face her. “My god. You look hot as hell.”

  “Weren’t you with me when I bought it?”

  “I was, but dayum. I don’t remember it looking this good.”

  I scrunch my face and run my hands down my hips. “I think I’ve put on weight.”

  Becca sighs. “You haven’t. But speaking of putting on weight, let’s get something to eat.”

  We head to the food table and stack a bunch of food on our plates right as the DJ shows up and starts playing music. Wishing me a happy birthday, which is followed by everyone clapping and a few cheers from guests who’ve already overindulged, the DJ dedicates the first song to me: “I Gotta Feeling” by the Black Eyed Peas, my favorite song.

  I look at my dad and smirk as I shake my head. I notice that he winks and holds up his glass, toasting me across the room. I blow him a kiss.

  “So, what are we doing after the party tonight? Sleepover here or at my house?”

  “I should probably stay here and help clean up. We can pull an all nighter and watch movies if you want?”

  “Yes, and pig out on all the food and drink the leftover liquor.”

  “Now you’re talking,” I say, pointing a mini pizza at Becca, even though we both know we won’t have more than one drink.

  I glance around the room, happy that everyone seems to be having a good time. A few couples are on the dance floor, their laughter infectious.

  “I’ll be right back,” I tell Becca, getting up to throw away my plate and refill my coke.

  When I get halfway across the room, I see feet coming down the stairs. I shouldn’t be surprised that someone is showing up fashionably late, but I can’t imagine who it could be. When he makes it to the bottom stair, I recognize him right away.

  It’s Granger Stevens, one of my dad’s closest friends from his high school days. I haven’t seen him in a few years, and I have to say, I don’t remember him looking this fucking hot. He seems to take pause when he sees me, too, his face reflecting years of experience, and maybe Granger is a little harder around the edges than I recall.

  “Ca
llie? Is that you?” he asks, his eyes sweeping over me so quickly I hardly notice.

  But I do notice.

  “Yes, it’s me. How are you, Mr. Stevens?”

  He raises an eyebrow and steps closer. “I’m well, thanks. You look…” he shakes his head and eyes me up and down again. “… amazing.”

  I feel my face heat and smile shyly. “Thanks. You look like you’re doing pretty good yourself.”

  And he does. With salt and pepper hair and muscles that are visible under his snug dress shirt and pants, he’s sexy enough to wake the dead.

  “I’m doing okay, I suppose.” He pauses, and I chew nervously on my lip, unable to pull my eyes away from him. “Oh, happy birthday. I believe this is yours.”

  He passes me a small package, something I didn’t even notice he had in his hands.

  “Thanks, I’ll just put it over here. I don’t know when dad wants me to open gifts.”

  When I take the present from him, he moves closer, and I almost think he’s going to hug me, but then my dad swoops in out of the blue.

  “Granger, glad you could make it.”

  “I wouldn’t have missed Callie’s eighteenth birthday for the world.” His dark eyes bore into me, and for the first time in a long time, I feel self-conscious. About what, I don’t know.

  They shake hands and dad wraps an arm around my shoulder. I can smell the alcohol on his breath, a little surprising as my dad rarely over indulges.

  “Isn’t my baby beautiful?”

  Granger raises a brow and drops his gaze to my chest—the one part of me that’s impossible to miss in this tight dress.

  “I believe stunning is the word. And she’s hardly a baby anymore.”

  There’s this instant tug to him, and somehow I know—my whole world is about to shift on a dime.

  ~Granger~

  I came to this party to show support to my buddy, Dan. While I don’t have any kids of my own, I do come from a big family, and I know how special yet heart wrenching it is to watch your baby grow up.