Alphas & Fairytales: A New Year's Eve Anthology

by Molly McLain

  Each time I see her, I swear to myself that she’s more beautiful than she was the last time I saw her and I’m right. She is. Aria’s breathtaking when she looks at me like I’ve hung the fucking moon—just like she’s doing now.

  If she discovered the real me—the asshole—she wouldn’t waste her time gazing up at me so innocent and loving. Something keeps her blinded when it comes to me, and I can only hope she stays that way.

  I’ve had three amazing years with my Boo. We’ve been through some shit, but we always end up coming out on top. I thought she was weak when I first got to know her, but I had no clue. She’s been a backbone when I’ve needed her and a constant in my life long enough now to know that I can fully depend on her. After losing my mom and now the fall out with my brother, having Aria is everything.

  Tonight’s the big night. Not just for the fight and winning the belt, but for her as well. Even better, she has no idea that I have a plan in play.

  My surprise is going to be perfect; the fight had Aria so distracted that she’ll never see it coming. She’s waited too long, put up with too much bullshit between my brother and me, along with my crazy training schedule, this is overdue. Aria deserves to know how important she is and what better way than to show her in front of a ton of people.

  She starts peppering soft kisses along my jaw, mumbling, “You okay there, champ? You seem lost in thought.”

  “It’s been a good night so far; in fact, I’ve never been better.”

  “I bet. I’m so freaking proud of you, Gav. You deserved to win tonight.”

  “Thanks, Boo, but I was talking about being in a limo with you, while you’re damn near naked.”

  She giggles, smiling at my response and the sweet sound makes my chest warmer. It also makes my cock hard.

  “I love seeing you stuffed into this suit, but aren’t your pants making you hot?” Her gaze shoots downward, staring straight at the bulge in my pants. The little minx is being ballsy. No doubt it’s compliments of the liquor she was keeping herself entertained with. I’m beginning to wonder just how much she had while waiting on me.

  “You wanna fuck, don’t you, Boo?”

  She licks her lips and nods eagerly. Immediately I pull my hand away from her thigh and unbutton my slacks. I start to wrestle with shoving them down; the damn things like to get caught on my muscular thighs, so Aria sinks to the floor in front of me. She pulls the bottom part of my slacks down some, so they finally slide to my ankles.

  “Gav, it’s okay, you don’t have to take them completely off, that'll work.” She gestures to my underwear clad torso.

  “Shit, Aria; you gonna just slide my boxer briefs down enough to hop on?”

  She nods, her eyes swirling with need.

  “You’re so fucking bad tonight. Maybe I should have you over my knee first? You’re acting like a swat or two could do you some good with that needy pussy.”

  “Please, Sugar, just let me climb on?”

  Grinding my teeth, I take a deep breath and count to myself—seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…

  The counting does nothing for the sudden throbbing that’s plaguing my cock thanks to her throaty request. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

  “I can suck it for a few minutes first if you’d like?”

  Did I just cum? I swear it felt like my cock sprayed a little. Jesus Christ and the guys at the gym wonder why I want to marry this woman so badly. Obviously, she’s perfect if tonight’s any indication on how she’ll greet me after I win a big fight.

  “No sucking tonight, Boo. I won’t last five seconds if you wrap that warm little mouth of yours around me. How about you ride me and at the hotel we’ll have some more fun?”

  “Actually I don’t need to go back to the hotel; the wardrobe people left me everything I need in here.”

  “Well shit, I told the driver before I climbed in earlier to drive us to the hotel. I can let him know to take us to the Gala once he stops again.”

  “So no hotel fun then?” she asks, climbing over me. She situates her legs over my thighs until her pussy is resting on my hardness.

  “The sooner we show up for dinner, then the sooner we can be finished and back at the hotel doing what we really want.”

  “Okay, but promise me you’ll eat fast?”

  A chuckle bubbles out before I can stop it at her request. She’s fucking adorable.

  “Yeah, Boo, I promise you.”

  It must be enough to satisfy her because she leans in, her tender lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. The fight has kept us from being intimate, and it’s been a strain on both of us, causing our bodies to practically be supercharged for each other when we get close enough.

  Even if we were at the hotel for the night, I doubt I’d get my fill fucking her six times in a row. It would happen too. Our record is four times, and I swear I could’ve gone again. She couldn’t take me another time, though. Her pussy was too swollen and raw that night from me pounding it over and over. I made her come so many times that, in the end, she was begging for me to give her a break. I thought that was the best night of my life, but I think tonight’s going to top that.

  Aria wiggles her hips a little, adjusting us so she can slowly sink onto my cock. Her silky center immediately engulfs me, taking everything I have to offer.

  “Absolute bliss, Boo,” I mumble against her mouth in between kisses.

  With each swirl of her hips, she brings me closer to exploding. Just knowing that she’s this close to me and being able to smell her is enough to make me want to finish. How am I supposed to hold back when it comes to her?

  Hurrying her along, I pull her into me, letting her little pussy grind all over my torso until she starts to shake and try to push away. I know exactly how to make her go off. Tonight, I’ll have her in more ways than one, and she’ll be satisfied and smile all night long.

  Wrapping my arms around her, I don’t let her move. She squirms and pushes against my chest, lasting all of ten seconds. Suddenly she’s the one drawing me closer to her, not the other way around. Her forehead hits my shoulder, her fingers dig into my shoulder blades as she moans loudly, riding through a powerful orgasm.

  Hearing her, seeing her like this, so beautiful and in pleasure, sets me off right behind her. Grabbing her ass with both of my hands, I drive into her roughly, four powerful strokes before my cum spurts out wildly, painting her insides with me.

  “Just what I needed.” Mumbling, I keep my eyes closed for a moment longer, relishing in the aftermath of perfection.

  “Me too, except I could also use a nap and a snack.”

  A chuckle bursts free at her reply, “Isn’t it me who’s supposed to be saying that?”

  “Usually you’re the one asking for me to make you a sandwich. We’re out of town, so I was changing it up a little.”

  I meet her sated stare and smile, “I like your style, Boo.”

  “Does this mean you’re keeping me?”

  “Maybe, until I need to trade you in for a younger version.”

  “You’re sweet and then you say something like that,” she grumbles and I laugh again. I love my baby and the fact she can take me razzing on her.

  “I’d offer a piggyback ride at the gala to make up for it, but I doubt you’d be able to in the dress you have to wear.”

  “Is that some sort of a challenge?” Her eyebrow raises as she gets a little mischievous gleam in her eyes.

  “Maybe, what do you have in mind?”

  “Well, I did check the dress out earlier, and it has a massive slit down the side of it.”

  “A slit? What exactly does it show off?” It comes out as a growl rather than a question.

  “Oh, Gav, are you getting a little jealous?” she asks and flashes me a white smile.

  “Just protective, Aria. You know I can’t stand it when a bunch of idiots gawk at you.”

  “No one gawks.” She waves me off, but she’s wrong. I catch the fuckers staring at her everywhere w
e go. Drives me crazy sometimes; dudes can be so fucking sketchy.

  “Put it on baby and let me see you?”

  “Ugh, I better start stuffing myself in it anyhow; I’ll probably need your help.”

  “It’s what I’m here for.” Winking, she climbs off me, and I adjust my cock, putting it back into the dressy sausage stuffer of a suit. While she’s distracted, I hit the call button and let the driver know we need to head to the Gala instead.

  After a few minutes of watching her with the dress, I have to ask, “Boo, are you umm, doing the worm?” She’s rolling around on the limo’s floor, squirming. She’s either making up a new dance move or having a seizure.

  She says something, but her face is toward the ground, so it’s muffled.

  “What, babe?”

  “I said, my arms are freaking stuck in this shit of a dress! It’s like a giant tube sock for Christ’s sake. Help me out here.”

  “You want me to pull your feet or something?”

  “Gav, what will pulling my feet do?”

  “I don’t know; I just figured since you were wiggling, it might help.” I don’t have to see her face to know she’s rolling her eyes at me. “Okay, what should I do then?”

  “Pull the sleeves down so I can get my arms out. I need to get them in the arm holes.”

  Getting onto my knees on the floor, I straddle over her, working the material down over her biceps. It really is like a giant tube sock; the elastic material is crazy tight. I don’t understand why chicks put themselves through this shit to look hot.

  “Is it working?”

  “Yeah, give me a minute to get it down some more. I don’t want to yank it and either hurt you or rip it.”

  “With all the fake diamonds, I’m not sure it’s possible to rip it.”

  “Babe, don’t even put it in my head, or I’ll have to rip the fucking thing off you just to prove my point.”

  “We could be ripping dresses and having piggyback rides tonight, and you decide to be mature.”

  “This is why I love you. You keep me young and smiling.” I say it out loud even though I didn't mean to.

  “I love you too,” she responds and grows quiet. I finish working the dress down and help her get her arms through the slits in the obnoxiously loud dress. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I lift her so she can get her balance and climb back onto the seat.

  Her cheeks are flushed with her hair everywhere. She takes my fucking breath away.

  “I feel like I deserve some type of reward after that.” She blows out a puff of air, making her hair fly out of her face.

  “You do, and I promise to give it to you later.”

  The car comes to a stop making us both peer out the darkly tinted windows. It’s lit up everywhere, and there are fans on each side of the carpeted walkway. Security, photographers, and promoters are amongst the busy entryway.

  “You ready, Boo?”

  “As long as I have you, I’m good. How is your anxiety; are you okay?”

  “I’m going to plant a big smile on my face and hold you a little too tightly. I probably won’t be able to breathe through half of the night, but we’ll make it.”

  “Yes we will, and I’m right here if you need me. We can leave at any time; you don’t have to be here the entire night.”

  “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life, but fuck I’m glad you’re here.”

  She smiles softly, leaning in to kiss me tenderly. And just like that, she takes my nerves away, filling me with excited energy. I’m looking forward to tonight for one reason only, and she’ll be finding that out shortly.

  The car door opens, and I’m back in the spotlight. Not my favorite place to be, that’s for sure. If it wasn’t for my girl, I don’t think I’d be able to handle this right now.

  With Aria on my arm, we walk down the carpeted walkway, cameras flashing from every direction, women screaming crude suggestions, and reporters trying to ask me questions. I don’t stop. I bulldoze right through them all, wearing my fake ass smile. I’m happy about the win, don’t get me wrong, but I could do without all the publicity bullshit. I just want to fight and win—that’s it.

  “Nice fight tonight, Ripper.” One of the guys manning the door nods to me.

  I’m so anxious; I almost can’t talk. Aria pinches the shit out of the inside of my arm, so I nod back at the guy, acknowledging him. I swear, sometimes I think she can read my mind.

  The doors open and we’re surrounded by opulent beauty. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a chandelier that big and the smells no doubt coming from the catering company or whoever’s cooking smells phenomenal. My Boo wasn’t kidding about needing a snack; I could eat an entire cow right about now. My adrenaline’s wearing thin, and that Gatorade I chugged after the fight will only get me so far before I need to inhale some serious food.

  We’re immediately intercepted by JT and a few other suits, cutting our gawking at the venue short.

  “Gavin, tonight was exactly what MGM needed to keep up ticket sales this next year. They’ve already contacted me about booking you to fight here again.”

  “Nice.”

  “Let me introduce you to the CEO of the Corporation and the President of the hotel.” He turns slightly, bringing the other two into our conversation. “Mr. Maxwell and Mrs. Hastings, Meet Gavin The Ripper, you saw fight tonight.”

  I swear the older woman—Mrs. Hastings—orgasms when I shake her hand, and the other—Mr. Maxwell—weakly shakes back..

  Definitely a fucking rich tart.

  “Nice to meet you both,” I respond politely. JT starts to ramble on about something else, but I cut him short, as my stomach growls hungrily.

  “We’ll catch back up with you. I need to keep up with my eating schedule.”

  “But you’ve just won, relax and have some fun!” He grins.

  “Thanks, we’ll catch you later.”

  Head of the UFC or not, I don’t care about snubbing him. I’m not here to make friends; I’m here to fight. Plus he failed to greet and introduce Aria. You’re rude to my woman; then you’re rude to me.

  “Gav! He’s in charge of everything; you should be a little kinder to him.”

  “I’m not gonna jack the guy off, so he’ll sign my check, Boo. I’m starving, and I know you are too. Let’s go find Jace.”

  She giggles at my answer but treks along beside me. Following my nose, we find an enormous room filled with round tables dressed in bright white linen and fancy crystal ware. Jace is off to the side of the room, standing at the cash bar when we walk in.

  “Come on, baby.” I kiss Aria’s forehead and lead us toward my friend.

  “Congrats, bro!” Jace exclaims, pulling me in for a man hug.

  “Thanks, man.” I pat his back hard, three times, so it stays manly. “You know where we’re sitting?”

  “Yeah, right up front. You got here with perfect timing; they were just announcing that they’re bringing out the dishes in ten minutes. Figured that was code for getting a drink at the bar.”

  “Good idea, I’ll get us one too.”

  “I got it.” He grins and turns back toward the bartender, ordering me a Bud light and Aria a Fru-Fru drink.

  “Thanks, I would’ve paid for it.”

  “Nah, I have to get you the first celebratory drink. I was expecting y’all to be here a little later, though.”

  Aria laughs, piping up, “He helped me with the wardrobe change, so we shaved some time off.”

  “I bet he did.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes. Fucker was the same way after his fight; he knows exactly what I was doing. “Oh, by the way, your dad called and told me his flight was delayed again.”

  “Fuck! He missed it then.”

  “Yeah, he was pretty pissed about it.”

  “I bet that conversation was colorful.”

  “Yeah, I can tell your dad was in the service when he gets pissed. I think he said a few choice things that I’d never even heard before.”

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nbsp; “Doesn’t surprise me, they have their own insults. Even being retired my dad’s never forgotten any.”

  “Clearly.” He snickers.

  Jace hands me the drinks, and I carry Arias’ for her. The wardrobe people have her in some sky-high heels; the last thing I want is my baby trying to carry anything. She looks fantastic, but I worry for her twisting an ankle or something.

  My friend wasn’t kidding about us being up front. We’re directly in front of the stage. I’m assuming because of the awards, but it could work out perfectly with my plan also.

  “Are you excited, Aria?” Jace asks after we take a seat at each of our spots designated by fancy nametags. “Uh!” He grunts as my foot meets his leg underneath the table. He needs to zip it with questions like that.

  Thankfully, she doesn’t expect anything, and she nods, “Yep, I’m so hungry and whatever we’re eating smells delicious!”

  “The menu says we have lamb or salmon. I guess everyone’s different based on what they’ve prepaid for.” Jace holds up a small piece of cardstock with more fancy writing.

  “I ordered a steak,,” I respond absently. More people filter into the room, the seats filling up quickly.

  “Me too; I think so anyway. Hopefully, they cook it good,” Boo says while watching a major Hollywood movie producer and his date sit at the table next to us.

  Ours has six chairs, each space marked with place cards naming myself, Aria, Jace, Viktor, Tate, and JT. Maybe we have more openings since none of them brought dates and since Sin won’t be joining us? Sucks he had to fly back home tonight. Regardless, I’m happy with the extra elbow room, it’ll mean less talking I have to do, and I won’t have to censor myself as much around our tablemates.

  A pleasant voice comes over the sound system announcing that plates will go out in five minutes and for all guests wishing to eat to please take their places.

  I’d assume they’d want to eat. The table tickets were outrageous with dinner plates starting at one hundred dollars per dish. I’m not paying for my meal, so I said fuck it and ordered the steak. I don’t drink wine either, but I ordered a glass of the most expensive type listed to have with my meal. Sucks I won’t be drinking it. I was doing it at first to be a dick, but now I’d say it’s payback for making my woman squeeze into that dress.