Alpha´s Desire

by Jasmine Wylder

  Taking the reins, Lloyd pushed Foster out of the way as he straddled Emily’s body, pinning her to the bed, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He leaned down, biting and sucking on her neck, leaving behind a hickey as his hands ran along her body, roughly groping her chest and then her thighs, prying her legs apart as he pushed his dick against her already wet entrance.

  Seconds later, Foster pulled his step-brother out of the way. The two men growled as if they were animals fighting over territory. Their eyes locked, their pupils flattening into slits as they squared off.

  “Please…” Emily’s soft voice crept between them, pulling them away from their hostility. “Can’t you both…?” Her cheeks turned red at her own request.

  “At the same time?” Lloyd asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

  She nodded in agreement.

  Foster grinned. “I wouldn’t have thought of it myself… but your wish is our command.” He cupped her face in both hands as his thumbs rubbed against her cheeks. He kissed her lovingly, his tongue slowly entering her mouth and tangling with hers.

  The second Foster pulled away from the kiss, Lloyd’s fingers dug into Emily’s hips before turning her over. His arms hooked around her waist, pulling her up until she was on all fours. Holding her steady, he pressed his tip against her eager pussy as his fingers flicked over her clit, teasing her.

  Emily moaned out, tilting her head back as her lips transformed into a perfect little O. Foster positioned himself before her, waiting for her to calm down before he guided her head toward his already rock-hard cock. It twitched in anticipation as her succulent lips got closer and closer. Emily’s blue eyes sparkled as she licked her lips, eager to taste him. Gently, Foster ran his fingers through her white-blond hair. “That’s it, baby girl…” He groaned with pleasure as her hot mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, her tongue flicking all around.

  His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he bucked his hips forward, forcing his cock further into her mouth. As Emily sucked harder her tongue danced along the underside of his throbbing dick. Suddenly, she was rammed forward as Lloyd plunged inside of her.

  She screamed against Foster as her back arched and her toes curled. Emily felt like Lloyd would rip her apart. He was so big. The corners of her eyes watered as his thick girth pushed into her tight pussy. She struggled to stretch around him as her velvet walls quivered with pleasure.

  Foster tangled his fingers into her curly hair, guiding her mouth further down his cock. Slowly, he started to bob her head up and down as Lloyd rocked his hips with a steady rhythm, making her moan louder and louder. Foster could feel the vibrations of her moans running along the length of his cock, driving him insane.

  Lloyd picked up the pace, his fingers digging into her hips as he fucked her faster and faster. The whole bed rocked with their efforts. His motions were rough and quick. Soon, his balls were slapping against her wet pussy. Emily moaned loudly, nearly screaming at this point as her pussy became red and raw. Her thighs were shaking and her fingers tightened around the sheets as she did everything she could to stop her impending orgasm, feeling like it would blow her away.

  Her heart hammered so loud that she could barely hear the sound of their lovemaking. Her mind was growing numb and she couldn’t think straight. Lloyd was plunging in and out of her like a piston while Foster kept hitting the back of her throat. Emily wanted this moment to last forever, but she was quickly climbing toward the edge and she couldn’t stop herself. With her mouth stuffed with Foster’s cock, she screamed out, experiencing the best orgasm of her life, her juices coating Lloyd’s rock-hard shaft.

  Breathing hard, Emily slid to the ground, her juices dripping down her thighs. She panted, trying to regain her composure after the vivid fantasy. She opened her eyes and frowned as she realized she was still in the shower. It had felt so real. She bit her lip and slowly pulled out her fingers from her pussy, seeing them glisten with her juices. She sighed and sat there for a moment, the water running down the drain and disappearing. She wondered if she would ever get to experience the two men at the same time or if it would be nothing more than a fantasy.

  Chapter Six

  For the next few days, Emily did everything she could to forget about the two men. She even considered backing out of the business deal, but when she saw how busy the bar was with the new alcohol, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Even if they had abandoned her a few nights ago, they were still importing the infamous Dragon’s Ale that managed to sell out every evening.

  Emily sighed and leaned against the railing. There was still a slight burning in the back of her throat and she wondered how long the Ale’s taste would linger within her system. It seemed strange that any alcohol would have such a lasting effect. Still, the patrons seemed to love it and she couldn’t argue with profits.

  As she closed her eyes, she remembered her shower fantasy and blushed. She couldn’t even quite understand why she had imagined herself in a threesome with the brothers, especially after they left under such strange circumstances. Emily had yet to come up with an explanation for Lloyd’s strange pupils and she didn’t know how it was humanly possible for someone’s skin to be so hot that it burned. All she managed to do was convince herself that she had in fact seen their skin turn scaly – almost reptilian. But that’s insane. Foster and Lloyd were just normal guys. Right?

  Emily was no longer sure.

  As she let out a long heave, she straightened herself out and felt someone’s presence behind her. Whipping around, she saw Foster standing there, a single rose between his fingers. Emily immediately narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you want?” She asked curtly.

  “I wanted to apologize for running out on you the other night.” Foster stepped forward, offering her the rose. Emily didn’t take it. Instead, she crossed her hands over her chest and pouted. “Not a rose person, huh?” He frowned, letting his arm drop. He had read online that human females loved roses.

  “No. I’m an explanation person. Now tell me why you and your brother ran off. Tell me why your skin was burning hot. Why your brother had the eyes of a cat!” She stomped forward, pushing Foster against the wall. Her cheeks were red with anger as she waited for answers.

  “Look… Emily. It’s complicated.”

  “I don’t care. Just tell me.” She pressed.

  Foster ran his fingers through his messy brown hair. “I can’t.”

  “Why the hell not? What kind of secrets are you two keeping from me? If we are supposed to be business partners, then I would at least expect some honesty.” Foster nearly cringed at her use of the word honesty. He knew that his web of lies would be exposed soon, but he wasn’t ready to tell her the truth just yet. For her own safety, he had to keep her in the dark as long as possible. “Do you guys have wives or something? Women you have to run back to every morning before the sun comes up? Is that it?” She accused.

  “No, of course not,” Foster answered immediately. “We aren’t cheating on you.”

  Emily laughed, her hand on her stomach. “Cheating would imply that we’re seeing each other and let me tell you something, buddy. I don’t date liars.” There was venom dripping from her every word as she tapped her finger on his chest to prove her point. “So, either you tell me what’s going on here or I call off the whole deal.”

  “You can’t. The nightclub will go bankrupt if you do.”

  Emily’s momentum halted for a moment. She knew he was right, but she still didn’t want to back down. She stared him right in the eye, her face hard and serious. “I don’t care. Tell me. Or else.”

  Foster was about to say something when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Lloyd was slowly ascending. As he reached the landing, he spotted Emily and Foster standing close to each other. There was but a few inches separating them. He narrowed his eyes and ground his teeth, thinking Foster had beaten him to the beautiful woman. His rage only grew when he noticed the flower in his step-brother’s hand.

  Before he c
ould react, however, Emily stormed over to him. She stared into his eyes, looking for any peculiarities, but they looked completely normal. His pupils were round as they should be. “I don’t get it…” She whispered to herself.

  Lloyd grabbed her hand. “Emily. Just listen to us.”

  She harshly shrugged away his hand. “No. I know what I saw. You two are hiding something from me, but if you don’t want to give me answers, fine! I don’t need you two anyway.” She hissed, pushing Lloyd aside with her shoulder before she stomped down the stairs, making a ruckus.

  “What did you do to her?” Lloyd asked.

  “I didn’t do anything. She wanted to know why we left in a hurry that night. She saw the beginning of our transformation you know… it’s not surprising that she’s asking questions…” Foster sighed. “We can’t let that happen again. If the council finds out she knows about us, that she even suspects that we might be dragons, they’ll come after her.”

  “I’d like to see them try.” Lloyd curled his fingers into fists by his side, his blood boiling.

  “You may be strong, Lloyd, but you cannot take the entire council by yourself. We’ll just have to be more careful from now on.”

  “I don’t know if I can keep doing this… I don’t think I can keep running away from her every time the sun comes up. I want her, Foster. I want her so fucking bad, it hurts.” Lloyd’s eyes wavered with desire and lust. “Eventually, we’re going to have to tell her.” Foster remained quiet, knowing his step-brother was right.

  ***

  Down on the dance floor, the crowd swallowed Emily. The mass of bodies pressed into her on all sides as she pushed through, searching for the center. A few men grabbed at her, touching her body like she was a piece of meat, but when she turned around to reprimand them, they were nowhere to be seen.

  Her fingers shook with anger as she continued to fight her way through, finally reaching the middle. Women all around her were rubbing their bodies against each other as men watched, their eyes full of carnal lust. Emily had been so determined to dance with someone else, to make Foster and Lloyd jealous, but she quickly lost all desire to be with any of these men. Her skin crawled with disgust at their lewd behavior. People were sucking face. Others were so bold as to sneak their hands down pants. The rest were dancing so close together that they were just a step away from having sex right there on the dancefloor.

  Emily stood there, frozen for a moment. She forgot how to move, her body turning into a statue in the sea of dancing bodies. She gulped, feeling incredibly hot. Her cheeks burned and her throat felt like it was closing. She gasped for air, tugging at her turtleneck, immediately regretting her choice of wear. The thick, knitted material clung to her body, making her sweat. She could already feel her perspiration soaking through the fabric and her cheeks burned further with her humiliation. She had to get out of there.

  She felt like she would never escape, but eventually, she reached an open space. She sighed in relief as she leaned forward, her hands on her knees as she regained her breath. Her lungs burned and her eyes watered like she had just run a marathon.

  She could hear the sound of the music mixed in with the clinking of glasses from the bar. Slowly, she stood up and stepped forward. Maybe some alcohol would clear her mind. As she walked, she looked up at the railing, seeing Foster and Lloyd still standing there, overlooking the nightclub, looking at her. Quickly, she looked away, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing that she was still thinking about them.

  With her head held high, she marched to the bar, now oblivious to her surroundings. Suddenly, she bumped into someone before she felt a cool liquid splash all over her chest. She jumped back in reaction, her dress soaked with Dragon’s Ale. “I’m so sorry.” She apologized as she looked up.

  Her words lodged in her throat when she laid eyes on a peculiar-looking individual. His fingers were shaking around his now empty beer stein. His nails were brown and long, sharpened to a deadly point. His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were small slits, glittering like those of a cat. Emily quickly stepped back, feeling a sense of dread washing over her.

  “Look what you did.” He said in a hollow voice. “Look what you did!” He shrieked, splashing the rest of the Ale on her face as his own turned red. Veins throbbed on the side of his head as he took a step forward, a deep growl emerging from the base of his throat. “You’re going to regret bumping into me, pretty lady. That was the last Ale I could afford and now, it’s going to cost you…” The man advanced slowly before suddenly pouncing. In a split second, he had gone from calm to completely berserk. He pushed Emily against the bar, her head bouncing off the corner with a shuddering thud.

  She collapsed to the ground, her body crumpling like a rag doll. The whelp was about to smash his glass into the back of her head when Lloyd suddenly appeared, yanking the lesser dragon off his feet. “You’re going to pay for what you just did…” Lloyd’s voice was eerily calm as his fingers dug into the back of the man’s neck, threatening to crush it right there and then. Before he could hear the crack of his vertebra, however, he slammed the whelp into the bar. Just like Emily, his head bounced off the counter. His eyes flashed with malice as he swung out at Lloyd’s leg, determined to bring him down, but the dragon prince didn’t budge. “Nice try.” He grinned before he grabbed the whelp’s ankle and swung him to the other side, his body smashing the floor with such force that the tile cracked.

  Human patrons shrieked in horror at the display of violence. Women hid behind men as they cowered in fear. Yet, most of them watched on with a grotesque fascination as Lloyd continued to beat the whelp, throwing punch after punch into his face until his jaw hung sideways and his left eye was swollen shut. The whelp tried to put up a fight, but he was no match for the elder dragon.

  Finally, as Lloyd paused to catch his breath, he was able to get up and scram out of the nightclub. Lloyd stood there, his stance wide and his posture rigid. “Let that pathetic creature be a warning to you all. If anyone lays a hand on this woman again – better yet, if anyone even thinks of threatening her – then let it be known that I’ll personally make sure they regret it.” His words echoed through the Den. There was a collective nod from those around him. No one dared to question the raging individual.

  Behind him, Foster was gently helping Emily to her feet. There was a small gash on her forehead that was bleeding steadily. The line of crimson ran down the side of her face. She groaned, her head throbbing with pain. With no other option, she clung to Foster for support before he gently picked her up in his arms, cradling her to his chest. “C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.”

  Soon after, Lloyd followed the couple and after a few awkward minutes of silence, the nightclub returned to its normal operation. Beer steins were once again refilled and people were dancing. The crowd quickly dismissed the bloodshot whelp that had threatened the owner of The Den, but Emily would never forget. As she was carried up the stairs, she realized how dependent she was on these two men. As much as she wanted to hate them, she couldn’t. They had saved her life and seemed determined to keep her safe, no matter what. So how was she supposed to stay mad? She might not like their deception, but she would just have to overlook it for her own safety…

  Chapter Seven

  Foster carried Emily into her apartment, gently easing her onto the couch. “Do you have a first aid kit?” He asked, but she remained quiet, her eyes fixated on a spot on the ceiling. Foster sighed and walked away, heading for the bathroom. Seconds later, Lloyd stepped in, sitting down beside her.

  He wrapped his arm around her and was about to rest her head on his shoulder when she jerked away. “What… what are you?” She accused as her voice wavered.

  “What do you mean?” He asked innocently.

  “No man should be able to throw another man over his head while holding them by the ankle… don’t think I didn’t see that.” She turned, facing him with burning eyes. “It’s not humanly possible.” Her words were rushed as she moved cl
oser, their knees touching. “I’m not mad… I just want to know why everyone suddenly has catlike eyes. Just tell me. I won’t run away or tell anyone.”

  Lloyd leaned forward, his face now dangerously close to hers. Their breaths lingered together and Emily felt herself gravitating toward him despite her anger. She stared at his thin, kissable lips, picturing what they would feel like pressed against hers or roaming the rest of her body. She shivered, remembering her fantasy. Why was she thinking of that in a moment like this? She clutched the hem of her dress, feeling a fire burning between her legs which was getting stronger as the seconds ticked by. Their lips got closer and closer.

  Lloyd grinned, his hand on her knee, slowly creeping up her leg. “I wouldn’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He whispered, tilting his head to the side as his lips gently grazed against her neck. “You’ll only get hurt…”

  “I don’t care.” She breathed. “I need to know.”

  Lloyd’s eyes grew heavy as he pulled back and shook his head. He crossed his arms over his chest and reclined into the couch. His lips were pressed into a thin, hard line and it was obvious that he had no intention of continuing the conversation.

  Emily was about to prod him further, when Foster returned, holding a small first aid kit in his hand. “Alright. Let’s get you patched up, shall we?”

  “I’m fine.” Emily pouted as she turned away from Lloyd. “It was nothing.”

  “C’mon now, don’t be stubborn.” Foster reached forward, touching her forehead. Immediately, she winced, pulling away.