The Alpha's Touch Boxed Set (14 Book Bundle)

by Taylor, Tawny

  “No?” I asked, silently praying he wouldn't make me wait any longer.

  “No. We haven't shared a bed since you brought me in the evening I was hurt. Right now, I want to share it with you again. But this time there's not gonna be much sleep involved...”

  Fireworks went off inside me. I panted softly, desperate to maintain control, hugging his neck for support.

  His heavy boots thudded on the wooden floor as he carried me down the hall and pushed open my bedroom door.

  I hadn't even given my workers a final check in before they left for the evening, but I didn't care.

  There had been too much bad news lately. Too many worries. Nothing was going to stop the best thing that had happened in a long, long while – the glorious opportunity to sample his hard body.

  Let's ride together. I promise I'll hold on tight. Just as long as you're mine. Every gorgeous, rock hard inch of you...

  My heart swelled with excitement. So did about a hundred other things below my neckline.

  We crashed onto my small bed together, exhaling deep simultaneously. The bed springs creaked with curiosity.

  I was sure they wondered why this huge man had re-joined me in bed, and with so much more energy than before!

  It's time to take care of you a different way, cowboy. Now that those bruised ribs are healed on your handsome chest, I want some of your magic. I want you.

  Heal me. Break me. Put me back together again and again, using that awesome fire inside you to stitch my heart and body whole.

  New kisses assailed me. Each one burned straight through my skin, starting a fire behind me. My body lurched up, pressed tight to his, knees trembling around his rock hard ass.

  “Fair warning,” he growled, reaching behind my head and fisting my hair. “Once I start, I don't stop. You any good at handling runaway trains, little lady?”

  “Try me,” I moaned.

  Satisfied, his fingers clasped tighter, pinching my hair in his hands until it sizzled at the roots. The extra shock pushed a starker flare across my body, where it settled in my loins.

  I didn't know what to expect. Maybe at some level, I was rightfully afraid.

  My few previous sex partners were inexperienced boys who hardly knew what they were doing. Declan, though, was a hard, confident man.

  And what a man!

  He probably had a good ten years on me too. I flushed, feeling like I had just returned to the night I gave up my virginity.

  I steeled myself for whatever rigors he wanted to lay on me. Silently feasting on the heat burbling up inside me, I wanted him to do it his way, even it meant total domination.

  Does he like it that way? Hell, do I?

  I wasn't sure. I'd always enjoyed it rough, but realness, electric and screaming, was more important than everything else.

  I moaned, surprised as he tugged my hair back. My head lifted, exposing my neck.

  Sharp kisses curled along my flesh, straight to my cleavage. He raked my skin hard with his stubble, stopping above my breasts to suck my flesh into his mouth.

  His teeth nipped at my skin, and then they bit into me. I hadn't expected this.

  If I had, I never would've imagined it would feel so good.

  Tension, fire, and perfect balance filled my nerves. His bite was rough, but delicate at the same time, a bite meant to show me the extent of his rough play without doing real damage.

  I bucked up, grinding into him. He pushed back. Our denim became a hot battlefield with magma flowing beneath it.

  I couldn't wait to get my jeans and panties off. The wet cauldron became uncomfortable. The tingling throbbed louder, wetter in my folds every time his lips touched my flesh, a hot stamp branding my pale surface.

  His free hand tore at my shoulder strap. The loose tank top flipped, exposing my right breast.

  Declan's mouth was on it right away. He pulled the plush, erect nipple into his mouth, licking it up and down, beginning laps that wouldn't stop until I shuddered beneath him.

  “Oh!” I couldn't help myself.

  The carnal energy building inside me was about to burst through its badly crafted dam, and so was the music.

  His weight shifted, holding me down, and he released my hair. For a second, relief flooded me, but brute lust shoved it aside when his hand went to my opposite breast.

  He squeezed me hard, synchronized with his wandering teeth.

  Sucking, nipping, pulling at my mounds, he pushed them flat with his hands and mouth, roaming my globes like an unbridled animal.

  I raised myself up. Offering myself to him, I wanted him to devour me, to remember the taste of my flesh on his tongue forever.

  He ravished my breasts until I was numb with pleasure, gently rocking against him, wondering if I'd be able to come purely from the nipple play alone.

  But he wasn't so simple. Declan reared up, kissing me again in a way that siphoned my breath.

  Half-dizzy with delight, I didn't resist when he pulled me up. He tore off my shirt in a whirlwind and moved straight to my jeans.

  “Lay down. I want to enjoy undressing you and finding out what you've been hiding beneath that cowgirl uniform.”

  I smiled, lifting my hips as he ripped my jeans to my ankles. My dark wet panties came away like a second skin.

  Relief filled my lungs. Too bad it wasn't the final, apocalyptic relief I needed, the kind that made it impossible to recognize anything but pleasure in my burning head.

  “Please!” I moaned, swaying my lips slightly.

  When I looked up, he'd torn his own shirt away. I listened to the fabric falling to the floor.

  Seeing him bare chested and godly returned me to our first night, when he'd slept in this bed as a wounded guest, my arms wrapped tight to feel his lungs working. How quickly he'd become a lover.

  He shook from side to side as he wriggled out of his tight jeans. As soon as I saw the huge bulge behind his boxers, I wanted to grab it.

  Declan pushed them aside, kicking them off behind him, giving his nakedness the pomp and fanfare it deserved.

  Oh, fuck. He's really putting that inside me?

  “I get a lot harder than this,” he said. “Get up and show me what you can do with your tongue. If you do a good job, I'll show you my talents.”

  I almost lost it. Staring and strong, he circled his hard lips with his tongue. Slow, sensual, and wickedly hypnotic.

  I changed positions and landed in his lap. Record time. Not that there were any seconds for patting myself on the back.

  Drawing his swollen tip into my mouth, I sucked him hard, circling my tongue vigorously. I tasted earth and heat in every stroke, and soon he became burning granite between my lips.

  The rising fire inside his shaft forced me to go faster. I hadn't appreciated doing oral on a man until now.

  Before, it was just a favor to return, something to get over with. But Declan deserved his pleasure, as much as I could give him. I didn't care if he erupted, filling my mouth with jets of seed, his most intimate fire.

  Exploring fingers went between my thighs. I moaned, focusing on sucking him, trying not to lose myself in the building pleasure.

  When his thumb found my clit, I wanted to grind my hips into it, fucking his hand. Instead, I increased the speed and pleasure on his pulsing glands, oiling his big head faster with the slick, hot pre-come pumping into my mouth.

  “Ah, damn!” He jerked back, all the way out of my mouth.

  He held his cock by the base, feeling the heat I'd added slowly evaporate. His hands formed a fist between my legs and his tallest knuckle rubbed up and down my folds, only inches from pushing into my velvet.

  I clenched the sheets and moaned. I needed to come, and this slow burn thing wasn't gonna cut it.

  “Down, Misty. You spread yourself wide and don't move a muscle. Not until I say so.”

  Holy shit. I can't hold this in much longer!

  The tone in his voice alarmed me. I didn't know what he had in mind, or how long he meant to tortu
re me. But I was in too deep.

  Upside down on the bed, I planted my feet against the headboard, happily disoriented. He crouched, licking a long trail up my inner thigh, the only warning before he buried his face between my legs.

  Then, the animal inside him surfaced. His hands locked my shaking thighs to the mattress, pushing them hard.

  If I moved too much, I'd get poked by his fingers, now pressed tight into my flesh like clever spikes.

  Nothing prepared me for the storm he released. Lips, tongue, and teeth moved like lightning, conscious and insanely fast, whipping up a maelstrom in my helpless center.

  Energy blasted up my spine. It curled around to my front, stopping at my nipples, shocking me into gasping, grunting submission.

  I let my head slip over the edge of the bed and I screamed. Everything below my waist convulsed.

  His tongue slapped my clit. Holding the sensitive bead in his teeth, he clapped it rough.

  His corkscrew motions buried me in his wagging, slick, wonderful flap.

  “Fuck!”

  I yelled it, but I swore he screamed it into me too. The most merciless orgasm ever started, raging from the tips of my toes to my soft hair, leaving nothing but convulsions and goosebumps in its wake.

  I came on his mouth, too drunk on ecstasy to be self-conscious. I didn't care about the way I looked or tasted or felt against his lips.

  Pleasure hit me, raw and real, insistent in its wild demands that I feel absolutely nothing except its fire.

  By some insane magic, he did more than just give me one hell of a climax. He took me high into the white heavens, straight into the sun, fast and powerful as an eagle ferrying its squirming cargo.

  Blind and deafening, its light coursed through me, turned my spine into a solar flare, encasing my brain in a shell of fire I wanted to feel again and again.

  I wanted all my days like this. Bright, hot, and roasting to the core.

  “Declan, Declan...” It took several seconds to recognize my weakened, wavering voice. “Jesus. That was so fucking...incredible?”

  I lifted my head. My neck protested – exactly what I got for leaving my head hanging off the edge of the bed in rapture.

  “You handle pretty well. But now I want to take you for the ultimate ride,” he said.

  I looked up, just in time to see him rolling on a condom he'd pulled from his pocket. My brain revolted at the sight, and I wanted to stop and wonder why.

  But time spent in contemplation wasn't a luxury just yet. All our time, every delectable second in this bed, was going to be spent in hard friction, combustible kisses, and crescendo.

  “Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight, little lady. If you think that was something, you haven't seen nothing yet.”

  Nothing?!

  My eyes snapped shut and my mouth popped open as he pushed his way inside me. My body obeyed him, more from instinct than conscious movement.

  He thrust deep, battering his way into me. My sex stretched around his shaft, sending his forceful ripples to my every corner.

  I was taking him, swallowing him up, wrapping his fire in my thicker, wetter heat.

  Several pumps in, I raised my hips, pressing my ankles into his back. My legs slid down the backs of his, encouraging him on with soft strokes.

  Lips locked in a perfect O, I purred at regular intervals, a hum like meditation. And feeling him hammer deeper inside me with every push struck me like a spiritual experience, vast and deep as my own ego.

  Declan forced himself into my body, becoming one, separated only by a thin membrane. Oh, how I hated that fucking condom!

  The strange urge that hit me before returned, clearer and shriller. It commanded me to pull his condom off, feel him skin-to-skin, take his seed deep inside me.

  But then the voice vanished, as mysteriously as it came. Each thrust, rising in magnitude, released new fire.

  The conflagrations brewing in my nerves hooked up, became one unified, raging inferno. Perfect pleasure shot through my blood.

  I jumped up to meet his thrusts, shaking as our hips collided together faster with every full thrust. Before I knew it, I clenched the sheets, explosions sparking in my brain.

  “Let go,” he said, stopping deep inside me. “Fucking come for me, little lady. As rough and hard as you really want to.”

  I came, harder than before, going breathless as he moved again. I punched up, impaling myself on his cock.

  Muscles twitched at random. My whole body jeered and jolted as he picked up speed, slamming me harder, fucking me through my unstopping spasms.

  Mind and soul contracted as one. I turned to ice, then melted, becoming human slag beneath him.

  And he still wasn't finished. Not by a long shot.

  My arms flapped over the edge of the bed, the same as my head, when I finally finished coming. But Declan reached out, seized my wrists, and yanked me forward.

  “Snap out of it,” he growled. “You're gonna ride me now. Having a little control will wake you up fast.”

  I squealed as he flipped me over.

  God, how is it he hasn't come yet?

  I didn't know, but I was about to find out just how far his insane endurance reached. Declan shifted me onto his lap, never taking his cock out of me.

  Thighs open, I fell onto him, and sat there for a moment. I heard the crack of his palm on my little ass before the sting truly needled my flesh.

  “What!” I jumped.

  “Ride me. Ride me fast and hard. Ride me like a cowgirl does when she's been starving without a man for years. If you want to make me come, you're gonna have to work for it.” His hand flew out, crisscrossing the same spot where he'd tanned me before.

  Slap! Slap slap! Crack!

  The last one made me jump. Lips pursed, I bit into my lip, amazed at how quickly the sharp bursts became yummy fire in my loins.

  I shifted forward and sank down on him, more fully than before. His palm tapped my virgin cheek lighter, but it was enough to make me pick myself up.

  Alright, you glorious bastard. You want me to ride? Then let me show you what years on horseback will do...

  The bed springs groaned violently. So did I.

  My clit ground deep into his neat pubic hair, and I rubbed myself into his bone, everything I needed to tear upward again.

  I rode him faster, harder, my calves hugging his legs like vices as I weathered his pleasure.

  I looked down. Declan's eyes pierced through me, bright as spotlights, showering me with their gleeful warmth.

  I understood. He didn't want me in his shadow like most men, but in his afterglow, lovingly warring with me in a drawn out eclipse.

  The realization sent more fire surging into my hips. I moved faster, rocking as the bed sang our special song.

  My breath picked up. I needed oxygen to keep this going, and lots of it. But mostly I needed to feel him move with me, to spiral toward release together, fused perfectly at last.

  My eyelids flapped shut. Like an unknown signal, Declan moved, pushing me high into the air as he shoved himself deep inside me.

  The tip of his erection touched my womb. I moaned, engulfed in sudden pleasure. Most of all, surprised. Ambushed again!

  Bastard! Lovely, lovely bastard! You're still in control, aren't you?

  Whatever power I think I have, it's all just an illusion. You don't just look like a god in bed. You act like one too.

  Fantasy or not, I was determined to ride hard. I pushed my hips back, struggling for leverage as he held me up.

  He groaned. The slight swivel in my hips did the trick. Spurred by his own pleasure, he let us drop, falling to the mattress with a shock.

  “Fuck, you're so tight, beautiful.” He grasped my hands, locking his fingers around mine.

  We grunted at the same time. Moving together, we perfected our rhythm, even as it became less orderly, more frantic.

  We embraced finger curling chaos together.

  “Yeah? Then why don't you come with me? Don't le
ave me screaming in the wilderness all alone a second time.”

  Declan looked at me. His pupils swelled, brighter than ever before.

  He bared his teeth and punched up into me. I couldn't take it anymore. The teasing slap of his flesh hit like waves, irresistible waters I had to plunge into, the only way I could regain my sanity.

  Everything beneath my belly tightened, sucking and desperate, pulling at his blazing steel rooted inside me.

  Orgasmic flames licked up my spine. I slammed into him, burying him further, up to my womb.

  I sensed the trigger I'd flipped right away. He didn't move like before.

  His fingers bent around mine like warm prison bars. I screamed, wondering if he was crushing my hands, but too lost in ecstasy to care.

  Declan hardened beneath me. He shifted, scraping his head on my womb.

  Even through the condom, I swear I felt him come. Veins bulged on his neck as he threw his head back, invading my screams with his masculine bass, completing our sonnet of release.

  He fired into the sheath, into me. I imagined his hot bursts exploding in the rubber, so close and yet so far from the perfect intimacy I craved.

  I threw myself off the cliff, into a deeper level of pure pleasure, falling through rings formed like sweet, sucking muscles. My sex contracted around his sputtering shaft, hungry for his gift.

  We twisted our hips, grinding our teeth in animal euphoria. Through the brimstone nectar consuming me, I didn't feel alone.

  I smiled, somewhere behind my mask of pleasure, happy to feel his deep throb inside me. Our heartbeats matched.

  “You're a natural submissive,” he said later.

  Happy goosebumps burbled up on my flesh as he stroked it softly, starting at the back of my neck and working his way down, straight to the twin hills of my buttocks.

  I suppressed a smile. He'd given me great happiness, but also something to worry about.

  How far will he go? God, I want a hundred romps like this in the bedroom, but is this just the start of something that'll go too far?

  I looked up. Declan smiled, the same hard smile that showed me his love, crouched like a Spartan soldier behind a massive shield.

  “Did I please you?” I asked.

  He nodded vigorously. His eyebrows rose with his smile, as if he couldn't believe the question.