Alphas & Fairytales: A New Year's Eve Anthology

by Molly McLain

  As Savannah Jordan, the keynote speaker, begins to talk about the charities and donations, my mind drifts and thinks of the men and women who are separated from their families right now, during the holiday season, as they make the ultimate sacrifice to defend our freedom and our country. I truly believe many of us take their efforts for granted, but I don't. We don't. Our family doesn't.

  We'll be heading over there, to the war zones, to put on a few shows for the troops. Why a few? In case some are on duty and miss the first one. Then we'll move locations and give that next group of warriors something to smile about. At least I hope they smile. I hope to distract them from the horrors they've seen and been through, even if it's just for a little while.

  The proceeds of tonight's events will be going to VETSports. It's an amazing non-profit organization that helps veterans through sports and physical activity. Community involvement is an important factor for them as well. I admire organizations such as these. They do so much, give so much to those who have been to hell and back whether it be physically, mentally, or emotionally. I can't change what happened to them, but I can thank them. If giving money and time is what they need to help make the lives of Veterans a little easier, then that's what I'll do.

  "What's on your mind, Fee?" Cage asks.

  I look up at him. "They do so much for us."

  He nods.

  "If only they didn't have to go through what they do. If only there was peace instead of war," I murmur, a tear slipping free.

  Cage reaches up and wipes it away with his thumb. "Fee."

  I shake my head and force a smile. "I'm all right. I promise. It just makes me sad to know they've given so much for us and they suffer for it."

  "We'll give back as best as we can. It's never enough," he tells me, "But it's all we can do."

  I nod as he cups my cheek.

  "Such a warm heart."

  I smile softly. "It can be cold as ice at times."

  "How well I know. But mostly it's warm and soft, just like you."

  "I would say you're the same, but you're not soft. You're hard. Your body is strong, muscular, ripped. You're so much sexier than those fighters, Batman," I tell him with a wink.

  He chuckles. "Good to know. Are you still up for dinner? We can skip if you'd like?"

  I shake my head. "No. Let's go celebrate the fact that we're free to celebrate."

  He presses a kiss to my forehead. "Do you know much I love you?"

  "I do. I love you, too, Cage."

  Now he rests his forehead where his lips have just been. "You undo me, Fee."

  "I hope I always will."

  We sit down to dinner and I note there's only one table of us—they squeezed all ten of us onto one, thankfully. Me and Cage, Lucy and Jesse, Xander and Tera, Ben and Nicole, Kennedy, and Ethan. It's so weird not having the entire family here, but things change.

  Jesse bites into his lamb and my lip curls.

  "Baaaaah."

  He looks up, brows furrowed.

  "Baaaaah."

  Now he raises one of his brows as he chews thoughtfully.

  "Mary's missing her little lamb," Xander says and I nod.

  "Totally is because Jesse's eating it! Baaaaah!"

  "What about you over there? You're eating Nemo. Or maybe it's Dori. Maybe it's Nemo's dad?" Jesse mocks.

  "Whoever it was should have just kept swimming and they wouldn't be on my plate," I snark. Everyone laughs.

  "And Mary should have taken the key and locked her up and the lamb wouldn't be on my plate," he retorts.

  "That's London Bridge, but I'll give it to you. Well done, brother-in-law. Well done," I concede.

  He fakes a bow, still sitting. "Thank you. I'll be here all week. Not really, but… really how does that go? Mary had a little lamb?" He forks a piece of meat into his mouth and I shudder.

  "Nasty."

  I look over at Lucy and Xander whispering between the two of them, Tera smirking.

  "Uh-oh," I mutter and Jesse sighs.

  Kennedy laughs. "They're going Elvis hunting again."

  "And taking Tera with them," Ethan announces, brows raised.

  "Did you think I'd just sit here when there's a mission to be accomplished?" Tera asks.

  I haven't got a good read on her yet. She's been here less than a week and a lot of that time she's spent in seclusion with Xander. I inwardly shake my head. Xander has a wife. Who woulda thunk it?

  "Sister of mine, I'm turning my phone off and getting my kink on with Batman tonight, so if you need bail money, you're gonna have to call someone else," I tell Lucy.

  Lucy nods. "Noted. Did that one Elvis really get a restraining order?"

  I snicker.

  Cage sighs. "Please avoid that Elvis, Lucy. My phone will be off as well and I'd hate to wake up to a shit storm tomorrow morning."

  Lucy smirks. "I make no promises."

  Cage sighs again.

  "It's just a little Xananigans," Tera declares proudly.

  "Oh hell," Ethan mutters. "She's got a word for it."

  Xan's grinning proudly as he throws his arm around Tera and kisses her temple. "She participates. Of course she's going to have a word for it."

  Cage scrubs a hand over his face and shakes his head, chuckling as he does.

  I smirk and elbow him gently. "Are you wondering how this has become your life?"

  Now he laughs. "Close enough."

  "Imagine how boring it'd be without this," I question with a wave of my arm.

  He nods. "Boring… or peaceful?"

  I shrug. "Same diff."

  "I suppose," he mutters.

  "Admit it, Cage dude. You love me," Xan taunts.

  "I wouldn't go that far," Cage replies and I laugh.

  "I'm wounded. Deeply, deeply wounded," Xander retorts, feigning sadness.

  Cage sits there, the only sign of his amusement is the tiny lift of one of the corners of his mouth. "You'll recover."

  "You're so hot when you're all quietly commanding," I whisper in his ear, then bite the lobe gently.

  Cage stands and pushes his chair in. He gives me the look. Oh, that look. That's the look that tells me he wants to rip my clothes off and have his way with every inch of my body. Mmm, I want that too, so I stand with him, placing my napkin on the table.

  "If you'll excuse us," Cage addresses.

  He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me toward the exit of the ballroom. I can still hear the catcalls from our table as my heels click over the inlaid wooden floor. Let them tease all they want. They just don't know.

  But I know and my knees are weak at the thought of all he's about to do to me.

  Cage presses the elevator button, looking down at my chest where my nipples are already hard, then meeting my gaze and smirking just a bit.

  Arrogant, egotistical, completely full of himself. That's my husband. But he has a right to be. Especially about this.

  We step onto the elevator along with a few other couples and Cage waits for them all to disembark before he slides his keycard in and presses the button to our suite.

  The only tell that he's holding onto his control by a thread is the occasional twitch of his finger against my back. Other than that, he's stoic and quiet, while I'm over here humming with want, wet and ready for him to take me wherever and however he wants. He sees it in my eyes as he always does. It's what pushes his buttons. And all of that thrills me beyond words.

  Only Cage Nichols. Only ever, him.

  CAGE

  The look in her eyes is going to be my undoing. It's the look that tells me I have freedom to take her any way I want. It's the look that promises her total surrender. It's the look that she only shares with me. It's the look she gives when she's ready to submit to me. There is no greater gift from my strong, independent woman than this.

  The doors open and I usher her to our suite, unlocking the door, and stepping in behind her.

  "Fee," I breathe.

  Her eyes lower and I get impossibl
y harder.

  "You want this?" I ask, urging her to meet my gaze. "You want to submit to me tonight, Fee?"

  She nods.

  "I need your words, Serafina. In this I always need your words."

  "Yes. I want you to command me. To dominate me. To bring me pleasure and take pleasure from me. I want to be your everything," she tells me and I nearly fall to my knees, her words humbling me.

  "You already are my everything," I tell her. "You'll always be my everything, with or without this."

  "I want this. I want this with you tonight," she offers, stepping out of her heels, then kneeling before me.

  "Fuck," I mutter. "I can't promise to be controlled. Not with you looking as you do right now. Beautiful and submissive and all mine."

  "Anything," she murmurs, her head bowed, her hands on her thighs as she waits.

  I'm so hard I could come in seconds. But I won't.

  "Undo my pants, Fee."

  Eagerly, she reaches up and unbuckles my belt while I remove my jacket, vest, and tie. She unzips and then stops.

  "Good. Now stand for me," I urge, holding a hand out to help her, then lead her to the bedroom. I remove my cuff links, setting them on the table, then remove my shoes. I unbutton my shirt and her breath catches. It's just a soft hint of a sound, but it speaks volumes. I remove the shirt and rest it on a chair in the corner.

  "Come to me," I beckon her. She does. I make a circle motion with my finger for her to turn around. Then I slowly, purposefully, begin to unzip her dress, teasing her skin with my fingertips as I slide the zipper lower. Her breathing picks up. All from my touch. Nothing in this world could please me more.

  Walking to face Sera, I grip her shoulders gently, then tug the fabric of her dress down her arms, baring her to me. I rest the dress on top of my shirt, and there's my Fee.

  "You're so unbelievably beautiful," I tell her, because she is. "You steal my breath." She stands before me in a black lace strapless bra and thong. Her long, long legs seem to go on for miles.

  I was going to drag this out, tease her and myself, staying half clothed, but I can't. Not now. Maybe later. I remove my pants and boxer briefs then turn to her.

  She inhales deeply and I know, I just know my Fee wants to look.

  "Look at me, Fee."

  Her eyes move up my body, hovering around my cock a little longer than the rest of me, and I smirk. I want her to want me. I love knowing I'm enough for her. That we're perfect together.

  "Remove your underclothes," I order.

  She reaches behind unlatching her bra, letting it fall down her arms, and it's my turn to suck in a breath. Her breasts, firm and full, dusky nipples already hard beckoning for me to touch them. To suck them. Her thong goes next, leaving her naked in her beauty.

  "Come," I motion for her to stand in front of me. I can barely speak. This woman. She's everything.

  I glide my hands up her abdomen and over her breasts. She bites her lip. Unacceptable.

  "I want to hear you, Fee. Hold nothing back. Ask. Demand. Beg."

  "Cage," she breathes.

  I rest my forehead against her abdomen trying to hold myself back, but I fail. Only Serafina can break my control.

  "I wanted to go slowly," I begin, lifting her into my arms, pulling back the blankets and sheet, and laying her down. "But I can't. I can't, Serafina. I need you."

  "Then don't. Take me. Don't you know I need you as much?"

  I slip between her legs, my lips a whisper away from hers. "You truly undo me, Fee."

  "Take me," she beckons.

  Who am I to deny her?

  I test her readiness, slipping my hand between her legs to find her wet. So wet.

  "You're soaked, Serafina. You want me that much?" I ask, dipping a finger into her.

  "Yes," she moans.

  I'm afraid to get inside her too quickly. I need her to come and I might come the second I feel her around me.

  "In me," she pleads. "Please, I need you inside me." Her hips lift.

  I touch her face, brushing the hair off her cheek as I guide myself inside her. Never. Nevernevernevernevernevernever have I ever felt anything as exquisite.

  Her moan mingles with my groan and we still, gazing into one another's eyes.

  Suddenly going fast doesn't seem so important. All I needed was to be inside of her, connected to her, to feel her as only I can.

  We needed to be one.

  SERA

  Frantic. I'd been frantic to climax, to feel him inside me as I did. But now… now I relish every slow thrust, feeling his cock fill me so completely over and over again, as we watch one another.

  Cage links our fingers.

  The tenderness in the gesture, in his eyes, it fills my heart so full it almost hurts. A tear slips free and he sips it between his lips. He doesn't ask why. He doesn't worry. He just knows. He always knows.

  "Nothing will ever feel like you," he whispers against my lips.

  "No," I agree.

  The pleasure begins to escalate as he touches me deep inside. He feels it too. I can see it. But we're in no hurry.

  "I want to savor every moment with you, Serafina. You're my heart," he tells me and another tear slips free. Only with him will I allow them to flow so freely. With him there's nothing but trust, unconditional love and acceptance.

  "I love you so much I ache with it," I tell him and he smiles softly, knowing it's the truth, as mine fill him as his fills me.

  Suddenly I need more—and he knows. A shift of his hips and pure pleasure flows through me.

  "There. Right there," he mutters aloud.

  "Yes, oh Cage," I moan. "I…"

  "I know, Fee," he breathes against me.

  "There, yes there…" I chant.

  "Don't close your eyes," he tells me when I begin to, the pleasure so great it's difficult to keep them open.

  His eyes, nearly black as night now as pleasure overtakes him as well.

  "I will never get enough of you," he moans. "Never."

  Our hips meet, synchronized as we pick up the pace, needing more. Just a little more.

  "I…"

  "Mmm. I feel you. Let go, Fee. You know I'll catch you."

  "Cage," I breathe as the shockwave of pleasure rolls over me.

  "It feels exquisite when your pussy squeezes me as you come. Give it to me, Serafina. Give me everything," he demands, fucking me now, harder and faster.

  "Oh God, yes!" I cry out as I'm pulled under. Bright lights, breath-stealing bliss overwhelms me and he calls out my name. My husband. His face contorting in pleasure as he gives me everything of him. Everything.

  "Fee," he growls. "Fuck!"

  When we still, we don't look away. He leans in and kisses me softly.

  "My God, Fee," he breathes, his face almost anguished.

  There go those tears again as I nod.

  "I love you with every breath in my body," he tells me. "No. It's so much more than that."

  I nod again.

  A tear slips from his eye and I reach up to hold his face.

  "Oh Cage," I cry, reaching up to touch the wet trail over his cheek. "This. You."

  It's his turn nod.

  "It's always been you, Fee. Always and forever."

  "Only ever you," I reply, looking into the eyes of the man who is my world.

  "One lifetime won't be enough," I tell him.

  He grins softly. "Then it's a good thing we've got forever. But for now, what do you say we shower, eat some real food, and do this again?"

  "Pizza?" I ask.

  He grins. "Always."

  "Breadsticks."

  "Mhm." He slowly slips out of me and I pout. "Don't worry. I'll be back inside you before you know it."

  "Hmm," I murmur, slipping from the bed and padding to the bathroom where I turn on the shower, hearing the low hum of Cage's voice as he orders our real dinner.

  I smile as I think of our future together.

  "What are you thinking about?" he asks, stepping in behind me.<
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  "Our future."

  He lifts a brow in question.

  "Children," I blurt out, strangely nervous.

  His face softens. "Anytime you're ready fee."

  "When this shot wears off," I begin, pausing as I rinse my face having scrubbed all the makeup off. "I think we should start trying then?"

  "You think?" he asks, lifting my chin so I meet his gaze.

  "I'd like to start trying."

  "Then we'll try. I would love to have another child with you, Fee."

  I smile and hug him tight. "I'm so glad we have forever."

  About the Author

  Anne Mercier is the author of the bestselling Rockstar, Truths, and The Way series. She was born and raised in Wisconsin and still lives there today.

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