Overzealous Alphas

by Elizabeth Knox

  “Oh, well you know us, basic guys, we like to talk with our fists,” Eli growls. “Besides, it seems to me that you had your hands on this woman when she asked you to let her go,” he seethes. “Maybe you should be locked up with Bubba and see what it’s like to have someone touch you.” This was escalating fast and drawing attention to the situation that I didn’t need, so I grab Eli by the hand and pull him away from the onlookers.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask him, perturbed.

  He shakes his head, “What am I doing here? The question is, who the fuck does that douchebag think he is to put his hands on you!”

  Elijah

  Boy was Darcy pissed, and I wasn’t sure if it was directed at the idiot, and me that had me itching to take down “Why are you letting some jerk touch you,” I demand, and she doesn’t even look at me as she bows her head. “Was this what he had waiting for you tonight? Daddy has a friend that is financially sound, and that makes him good enough for his Princess?”

  “Don’t. Call. Me. That.” She fumes while staring me down.

  “Who’s the anger for? Is it for me or is it misplaced like that guy’s morals?” Darcy looks away, “You aren’t going to answer me, are you?”

  “What do you want me to say, Eli?” Her voice was tight and low, so no one would hear her. “This little soiree was for me to meet him, yes. My dad thinks of him as someone worthy of me and will be a great provider.”

  “Is that so, well, that explains everything,” I mutter.

  “He didn’t ask me, Eli, I won’t be with a man who wants a trophy wife or a kept woman. I won’t be anyone’s kept woman,” she takes a sip of her wine, and apparently thought better of it as she downs the whole fucking glass.

  “You better slow down there, tiger,” I stress, “You’re a lightweight when it comes to drinking.” At that, she smiles, and from the corner of my eye, I see Austen make his way towards us.

  “Yo, bro,” and we fist bump, “I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight,” he nods.

  “Eli isn’t supposed to be here,” Darcy claims.

  “And yet, here I am,” I mutter.

  “Well,” Austen begins, “Come with me, there are some top-notch babes here tonight,” he smiles. “And I’m about to soak this accident thing for every little bit of easy pussy I can.”

  “Uh, excuse me, am I invisible here,” Darcy frowns at her brother.

  “Geez, I didn’t know you were interested in girls, Darc,” he winks at me. “I guess me, and Eli can share with you,” then he burst out laughing. Darcy huffs under her breath and stomps her foot before strolling away, “I’ve got to ask you, bro, what the hell did you do to my sister?”

  “Why are you asking me that? I haven’t done anything to her, we have a working relationship,” and even as the words pass from my mouth, the bullshit was still sitting on my tongue. “She’s her own woman,” I grin. “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.”

  “You do realize that it’s an open bar, right,” he murmurs, and I chuckle.

  “Fuck yeah,” and we make our way through the people. “What ya have, gents?” the bartender asks us.

  “I’d like a pitcher of beer,” Austen smiles, and the bartender shakes his head.

  “Sorry, we have beer glasses, you’ll just have to come back up after you finish to get another.”

  “That blows,” Austen states, “Whatever, just give me a beer.”

  “For you, sir,” he places a cocktail napkin on the counter before I place my order.

  “Crown on the rocks,” he places it on the napkin, and I reach for it. I take a long pull and feel the burn at the back of my throat.

  “Starting with the hard stuff,” Joel Fitzwilliam’s voice comes from behind me. “Austen, I’m sure that you’ve already drunk your weight in alcohol, make that your last drink,” he orders his son.

  “Do you always need to be a tight ass, Dad?”

  “You’ve had enough, you’re cut off after that one,” and he bends over the bar to give that directive to the bartender. “Mr. Bennett, I don’t recall inviting you to this dinner,” his ever-insightful gaze pin on me.

  “No, you didn’t, sir, I forgot some tools here today.” Okay, I lie, but it was for a good reason.

  “And what did you forget that would require you to wear a suit?” His left eyebrow rises up as if he already knows that I was bullshitting. “I would appreciate that you get what you came for and please leave,” he demands without drawing any attention to us.

  “Yes, sir,” I agree and swallow down the rest of my drink.

  “I saw your little display earlier with Darcy. Whatever the two of you are doing had better stop now,” his deep-set eyes bore into me.

  “I appreciate your candor, Mr. Fitzwilliam and I don’t mean any disrespect when I say, that I think this is up to Darcy to decide.” He purses his lips and gives me a look that told me he wasn’t impressed with what I said, but I didn’t care.

  “I’m going to be honest with you, Elijah, you are not good enough for my daughter,” and the pompous ass drops his façade. “Mind you, Bennett Construction is second to none, and I’d really hate to see all that hard work go to waste.”

  “Your message is received loud and clear, Mr. Fitzwilliam. I’ll get my things and leave, but before I do, the idiot you left Darcy with isn’t good enough for her either,” I state.

  “You don’t really have any room to judge people, he’s a very well-off man on the rise,” with an arch to his eyebrow again.

  “Well, that may be so, but money doesn’t buy class and certainly doesn’t give him the right to treat Darcy like an object,” I declare and walk away. I hear the click-clack of high heels behind me and know that Darcy was following me.

  I open the door to the pool house as Darc shoots in. “What did my dad say to you,” she asks, but I don’t have time to answer as I close the door and press her against it. I paw at her tits that hang dangerously close to spilling over from the fabric

  “You want to know what he said,” I growl out between my teeth. I bend down and pull her bottom lip with my teeth. She moans, and that only makes me crazier. I grab the hem of her dress and hike it up and over her head, which I toss to the floor like garbage, “Your dad thinks I’m trash,” I mutter just before I claim her mouth. I push my leg between hers and feel her wetness dampening my pant leg, “Fuck, you’re ready for me,” I whisper against her lips as I unzipp my pants and she pulls out my cock.

  “God, yes, Eli, I need you,” her hand grips my erection, stroking it, and a deep growl fills the space between us. I lift her, while she wraps her legs around my waist, walk over to the couch, and sit down as she impales herself on my cock. My head falls back, the feel of her decadent and warm, Jesus, I would never get tired of having her heat wrapped around me. I anchor her to my lap as I thrust up inside her, those beautiful tits bouncing in my face, making my mouth water.

  I pummel into her depths as I pull her to me with my left hand to take her hardened ripe nipple in my mouth. Darcy’s strangle moan falls from her lips as she clutches the back of my head and crushes her lips over mine. Our tongues lay claim, and she presses hot, searing kisses down my neck as she fastens onto my sensitized flesh and sucks hard.

  Both of my hands come up and lock on her shoulders from behind, as I hold her still while I continue to hammer up into her. The soft feel of her lips on my flesh draws goosebumps on my skin, and I never want her to stop. “Holy fuck, Darcy,” her muscles began to contract, and without thought, I declare, “I love you…”

  Darcy

  My head was buried against his neck, but I hear him loud and clear, except I know that saying that during sex doesn’t mean he truly did love me. His cum slides down my inner thighs as I go to climb off him. But his hands tighten around my waist, and I pull my head up to meet his gaze.

  “I meant it, Darcy,” he says softly through stuttered breaths. “I don’t know when it happened, and I get that it’s so soon, but I couldn’t be more serio
us about this,” he mutters while cupping my cheek in his hand. Tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to fall and I have to free myself from his grasp.

  “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, babe,” he speaks softly, “But I want you to know what’s going on inside me.”

  He says the sweetest things, always the right things and right now I can’t deal with all this drama. I find my dress, shimmied back into it, “I have to go back to the party,” I tell him, “We can talk later, I’ll call you.”

  Eli stands, he follows me down the hall and catches my arm just before I get to my room. “What the hell is wrong, Darcy,” he raises his voice which startles me at first. “I came here tonight because I knew your old man was up to playing matchmaker. He pretty much told me that I’m not good enough for you and he knows about us,” my mouth falls open from what he was saying.

  “He does? But how does he know?” I ask him. Eli backs me against the hallway wall and using his arms, he boxes me, “I think you should leave, and we should stop this now before anyone gets hurt.”

  He chuckles, but a humorless, hostile sound comes out, “Before anyone gets hurt?” His expression turns so fast that it scares me, “You mean to say as long as you don’t get hurt,” he hisses out. “You’re really a piece of work, you know that,” he states and backs away from me. “We’re not done, I’ll give you some space, but you need to know that I’m not just going to fade away.”

  “Eli, come on, I’m just not good with emotions.”

  “Well,” he mutters and shakes his head, “I guess that would be an understatement where you are concerned,” and without so much of a goodbye, he walks out the door slamming it behind him.

  “Darcy,” my brother calls, “What are you doing?”

  “I’m here, Austen,” and I watch out the side window that led to a driveway as Eli backs out and leaves.

  “You okay,” he asks me, and I nod. So, I lie to Austen, he knows it as well as I did, but then who really gave a shit. “Are you coming back to the party?”

  “Like I have a choice,” I smile at him. “You should really put some ice on that leg, you know.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Austen mutters and wraps his arm around my shoulder, “I’ll get to it, eventually.” We walk back into our parents’ house, and my dad grabs my hand, taking me away from my brother.

  “Dad, what are you doing?” I ask as we come to a stop in front of the idiot that my dad introduced me to, “Uh, I don’t want to talk to him anymore, excuse me.”

  “No, Darcy, you will get to know him, it’s in your best interest,” he announces as if I was a piece of his property.

  “No dad, my best interest has nothing to do with this poor excuse of a man,” I argue. “If you think that I would ever consider being with a buffoon, then you picked the right man!” Now, everyone was looking over at us, but if my father didn’t care then why should I.

  “We will talk about this later, young lady,” my father deliberates, “And this union is going to happen, is that understood?” I was shocked at what he just said to me and right here in the open with the fifteen or so guests watching us.

  “Say what you want, dad,” I consider every word before I speak, “But I’m not a pawn, and we don’t live in the eighteen hundreds.” I take my exit, heading back to the pool house and call Charlee, but she doesn’t answer. Just great, I think as I change out of my dress and pull out a suitcase. I open my dresser drawers and shove whatever I could inside it, then I hear the door open and close, and Austen stands in my doorway.

  “If you’re here to talk don’t bother, I’m leaving, and you can tell your dad that.” With three suitcases, my keys and purse I hurried out to my car, “Darcy,” my brother speaks as he helps me load them in the trunk, “Where are you going to go?”

  “Anywhere that’s not here,” I stress to him, “Can you believe what dad said to me? Who the hell talks like that in the twenty-first century?” My mouth was working overtime trying to keep up with my brain, “I’ll call you when I get to wherever I’m staying.”

  “I don’t think you should be driving when you’re this upset, Darc,” Austen murmurs.

  “Duly noted, little brother. Now if you don’t mind, I’m leaving,” I say before I get in my car and drive away. Not to any one place in particular, but anywhere away from my father was a welcomed destination.

  ***

  I drive around for a while aimlessly before I pull into the gravel parking lot of the jogging trail. My phone goes off incessantly, everyone including my Aunt Catherine, called me, but still nothing from Charlee or Eli. Why I expected him to call was beyond me, he was giving me time, right?

  Instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself, I decide to get my butt out of the car and go for a run. It always seemed to calm me and it released stress too, not that I hadn’t had an abundance of that lately.

  The sun was setting, and the brightness of the sky was breathtaking, but it was all but lost on me at this moment. Just as I open the door, my cell rings with the song I programmed for Charlee’s ringtone.

  “Hey, Charlee, where have you been?”

  “Forget about me, where are you? Austen called me, and he’s all worried, what the hell, Darcy,” she asked as she babbles on. “You shouldn’t have left your place.”

  “It’s not mine, Charlee, it belongs to my dad,” I grumble at the realization that I didn’t really have anywhere to go. “I’m not going back there, I need to start taking care of myself, without my dad making insane demands on me.”

  “You can stay with me, Darcy, that’s a non-issue,” her voice thick with emotion. “Just come over here, please,” she begs, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t pull at my heartstrings.

  “I’m at the trail around the corner from your place, and I’m going for a run. I need to clear my head, Charlee,” I explain. “Where were you earlier?” I ask her.

  “Well, a funny thing happened,” she giggles, oh I knew what that meant.

  “Is Jon there right now?”

  Charlee gasps for air but doesn’t really say much, “Uh-huh.”

  “Right, I’ll talk to you later. I just got here, and I have to stretch, so I’ll call when I’m finished.” I hang up and don’t even say goodbye. She deserves happiness, and I have no right to feel sorry for my own stupidity. I mean, what was love all about anyway? It was two people that wanted to be together, looked forward to spending time with each other and making a life with mutual goals, right.

  To be honest, that’s only half of it…there’s the burning desire, off the chart chemistry, the heat that coils in your core whenever you think of him and then there’s the knowledge that I made the biggest mistake of my entire life.

  I look out over the trees, but tears that I couldn’t stop hinder my view. Last week everything was fine, life was good, or should I say, seemed to be good. Then, Elijah Bennett crashes in, and everything turned upside down. My thoughts were focused on him, when’s the next time I’ll see him or the next time he buries himself inside me and makes me cum all over his perfect cock.

  How did I turn this into such a mess? Now, my dad is off his rocker, my aunt nags the hell out of me, my best friend is finally with the right guy, my brother, oh he’s always the same, and me, I was crying like a baby.

  I wipe the tears from my eyes with my hand and notice a familiar car pulled into the parking lot.

  His dark hair curled around his collar and that crooked smile that flared a flame between my legs. Eli grabs for me, my hands around his neck as he twirls me around before setting me back down. I stand on my tip-toes to lay a huge kiss on him, and he takes full advantage of it.

  “Darc,” his deep voice hums over my skin, “We can’t keep going like this,” he whispers as he holds me tight against him. “There is something about you. I mean you piss me off, drive me crazy, make me hard from just a thought, and I have to be with you.”

  “You infuriate me, Elijah Bennett, but you also give me something that no one else e
ver has,” and I look up into his gorgeous emerald eyes.

  “Yeah, I know, all those fucking orgasms, right,” he chuckles as I play punch him in the arm.

  “That’s not what I was going to say, Eli,” I wink. “But, yeah that’s true. No, I’m talking about love, because I love you too and I knew it earlier. I was too scared to say it back. I’m still scared,” I confess as his calloused thumb wipes a tear from my cheek.

  “Look at me, babe,” and I meet his gaze, “I don’t want to ever be away from you, from this day forward,” he admits, while brushing his fingers through my hair. “You are my world, Darcy Fitzwilliam, and like I said earlier, I don’t understand it, but I don’t want to question it either. I’ll love you with all I am, with all I have and with all that we will become as a couple.”

  Okay, so this is the part where my mouth falls open, and I have to pinch myself to see if it was really happening. And, it was real and true. Who would have thought that a silly dropped towel would lead me to Prince Charming.

  The End

  Everybody has a chapter that they don’t read out loud.

  -@Just.LifeQuotes

  KAT

  I’ve been a prisoner for as long as I can remember. At this point, I can’t remember the exact age I was taken from my normal day to day life. It was my birthday, so Ashley and I had gone out to the movies.

  It was normal.

  Everything about that day was normal, up until the point that it wasn’t.

  Rage was a stranger, until he made sure that I became very familiar with him.

  He was kind. A twisted kind of nice, at best. It was terrifying, but the moment he found out that I wasn’t his daughter, he changed. He’d taken me because he believed I was his daughter. Anyone that looked at me would see my father, Tex. I had his eyes, I had his jawline. My mom used to joke I was the prettier version of him. The only part of me that even reflects from my mom is my dark locks.