Alphas After Dark (9 Book Bundle of Sexy Alpha Biker Bad Boys)

by Vivian Arend

  He’d pressed her knees farther apart before lifting them in the air so her hips were balanced on the edge of the couch, pussy totally exposed.

  “Put your hands on your knees and hold your legs back.”

  There was no arguing with that tone of voice, and Lillie decided she’d have to be slightly mad to want to argue in the first place. She clutched her knees and held very still as he dragged his thumbs along her thighs until he touched her intimately.

  Back and forth, a small motion, again and again Jim teased his thumbs through her folds, bringing moisture from her body on every other pass to tease her sensitive clit.

  By the time he put his mouth on her, she was ready to break. The first contact of his tongue to her clit made her gasp. The second was like pulling a trigger, and her hips shot upward, tension shattering like ice on a sunny winter day.

  Only he didn’t stop. It was as if having made her come so quickly was a challenge, because he didn’t stop. His tongue, his teeth. He glanced up, smiling with satisfaction, his grin wet from pleasing her.

  Jim extended his hand to her lips. “Open your mouth.”

  She obeyed instantly, and he pressed two fingers over her lower lip and along her tongue, stroking back and forth twice before easing them apart so wetness coated every inch.

  He growled as he watched her, and she closed her lips tighter, sucking and playing with her tongue against the thick digits. As he pulled them out, the heat in his dark brown eyes flashed.

  Then he took his wet fingers and pushed them into her core. One, two, slipping in easily. A moan of pleasure escaped her and made him smile, their eyes locked together.

  He pumped slowly at first then with increasing speed, curling his fingers against the front of her body. “You’re going to come again before I take you. At least one more time.”

  Oh boy.

  “We might be here for a while.” She liked sex and all, but one orgasm a night was sufficient.

  He twisted his fingers and lowered his talented tongue to the task, and suddenly she wasn’t so sure about the one-orgasm-per-night limit. Not with his dedication to the task. Unrelenting attention, over and over. By the time he was done with her she was a happy puddle, stretched out on the king-size mattress in his bedroom.

  When her body finally finished shaking, she eased up on her elbows and looked around in astonishment. “When did we move?”

  Jim crawled over top of her, crowding her against the mattress. “I think it was about the time you called me a sex god.”

  She didn’t remember the details, but anything was possible…

  He lowered himself, covering her in a blanket of heat. The dusting of hair on his chest rubbed her sensitive nipples, and she wondered momentarily if it were possible to die from too much pleasure.

  Jim rolled them, easing onto his back and settling her on top of him. “This position will work better.”

  Lillie pulled her knees up so her sex was pressed over his impressive erection. “I’m not arguing, but I don’t think I have the strength left to ride you.”

  He curled himself up to a sitting position easily, his eight-pack abs bulging against her fingers. “Don’t you worry. I’ve got it under control.”

  He caught her under the hips and lifted as if she weighed nothing, connecting their mouths as he kissed her, sucking all the air from the room as he pushed her limits. His cock nudged between her folds, the broad head slick with moisture.

  He eased her down enough they connected, and a sigh slipped from her lips. “That’s so good.”

  A lift followed by him lowering her farther the next time. Rinse, repeat, until she had completely taken him into her body. She was on the edge of bursting.

  She looped her arms around his neck and held her head away so she could gasp. “I’m lightheaded. And so full. Oh my, so so very full.”

  “Full of cock.” Jim’s delighted grin lit his face. “You need to work on your dirty talk. You like my cock inside you?”

  “It feels so good.” She undulated a couple of times before he restrained her.

  Her lower lip jutted out before she could stop it.

  He nipped at it. “We’ve only begun.”

  One hand left her. He teased his fingers down until that wicked thumb of his was back over her clit. She was held tight, unable to do anything except accept the pleasure as he pressed in circles, harder and harder. “Squeeze your pussy around me. Squeeze until you come on my cock.”

  The flush of heat hit simultaneously—her cheeks, her chest, her clit. It was downright embarrassing the noises escaping her lips, but she couldn’t help it anymore. As ordered, she tightened around his cock, and with the pressure building from him rubbing her clit, she had nowhere to escape.

  She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as her head fell back, a long cry of pleasure bursting free as he tore another climax from her body.

  He took that as the order to move, lifting her hips up before slamming her down. With how sensitive she was, the pounding only made her orgasm continue on, aftershocks rocking her harder than the initial eruption. Again he brought her down, a low growl rising in volume as he lost his rhythm and came, seed filling her, his fingers digging into her butt.

  She didn’t pass out, didn’t lose track of time. Just stayed there, tangled together with his cock deep inside her, her head resting on his chest and her hair draped over his naked body.

  Her breathing was still ragged by the time she thought she could move, which was right about the time he picked her up and walked into the bathroom, warm water washing over them as he held her in his arms.

  That had been pretty spectacular, and Lillie had absolutely no regrets.

  “You’re staying the night,” Jim informed her.

  “I had no intention of going anywhere,” she admitted. “But I should warn you, I’m a restless sleeper.”

  He stroked the hair back off her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. His words were all tangled up with the low laugh that rumbled from his chest. “What makes you think I intend for us to get any sleep?”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Jim woke in a cold sweat, his heart pounding and hands fisted in the bed sheets. He looked down to discover he’d shredded not only the quilt and one of the pillows, but deep gouges were visible all the way through the mattress top.

  He jerked his head to the left, fearful that in his lurid state he might have hurt Lillie. Usually the presence of a warm, soft body in bed with him was enough to keep the nightmares at bay.

  Nothing but a cold pillow and tousled sheets.

  He swung his feet to the floor and sat for a moment, slowing his breathing. Head hanging in his hands as he fought for control.

  He was glad she hadn’t witnessed his attack, but where the hell was she?

  The floor underfoot was cold to his bare feet as he made his way to the living area. The curtains at the window were blowing, and he shuffled over to see if she had gone out on the balcony for some strange reason, but no one was there.

  The haunting memories that had woken him were replaced by frustration and confusion, rapidly followed by disgruntlement.

  She’d vanished, completely. What the fuck?

  She needed to be gone by Friday, anyway, his ambition reminded him.

  Shut up. It’s only Tuesday, and I was having fun.

  Jim stomped to the bedroom and jerked on an outfit, ignoring everything in his rush to get down to the casino. It would be like searching for a needle in a haystack, and he didn’t even have his damn phone. He was tempted to ignore Damon’s ruling and get someone to drop off his new one immediately.

  Best place to start, though, was in the shifter section of the resort. Worst-case scenario, if she wasn’t there, and he couldn’t find Damon, he’d hire a couple of wolves to track her.

  As agitated as he was, Jim couldn’t help but glance at his surroundings with a sense of contentment. The glitz and glamour of Vegas might be old hat, but he never got tired of it. Privilege had also made t
he experience that much more exciting. With his family’s reputation, and his money, Jim had discovered all the ins and outs at an early age, including the secret places to go.

  Especially the sections of Vegas that catered to the shifter population.

  Even at this early hour, the shifter lounge was filled with others of his kind. People with both animal and human sides, who enjoyed life spent part of the time in a furry state. Shifter existence remained mostly hidden from the human world, a task that took a fair bit of secrecy, a healthy dose of luck and some calculated spin doctoring to maintain.

  Fortunately, most of the time when there were incidents, they tended to occur where too much drink on the part of the excited humans could explain away their claims of seeing packs of wolves wandering the halls.

  Still was nice to have specific spots they could get away and let their hair down.

  He headed toward the bar to ask the man there if he’d seen anyone when one of the majordomos he was familiar with stepped forward, dipping his head politely.

  “Mr. Halcyon. I have a message for you, sir.”

  He slid over a tip before snatching the envelope from the man’s hand, turning away to tear it open.

  If you’re wondering where Goldilocks went, I found her. Figured you might like me to keep an eye on her. ~D

  Jim turned over the business card the note was written on to look closer at the name of the shop. It was a modest clothing store in the nearby casino mall. She hadn’t had a bag with her last night—and suddenly all sorts of questions rose to mind.

  He felt like a shit for not having thought of it sooner. For not asking more about her. She must have a room somewhere in the hotel.

  It took a while to reach the shopping plaza, but he found his way unerringly to the store, hanging back in the doorway as he eyed the clothing racks. Comfortable garments, jeans and sweats. He spotted a shirt that would go perfect with her hair, stroking it to make sure the fabric was soft enough for her skin.

  “It’s not your colour,” Damon taunted, stepping beside him.

  “Where is she?” Jim demanded.

  “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever had a woman give you the one-night-stand treatment. Don’t you usually have to pry them out of bed with trinkets?”

  Jim was ready to peel his friend like a banana until he talked. He snapped his head to the side and finally noticed Damon was pointing at a change-room stall.

  “How’s she doing?”

  “I found her hiding in a flower arrangement. She was staring at that banker’s check as if it was about to bite her.” Damon folded his arms, his face creasing with concern. “She’s being secretive about something. I couldn’t convince her to grab breakfast with me, although she did agree to let me join her shopping.”

  “Being shy isn’t a crime.”

  Damon shrugged. “Just making a point. Last night at dinner—did she say anything about herself? Nothing really. I don’t know if you two exchanged life stories before, during or after the sex, but the woman is strangely tight-lipped. The entire time I’ve been around her, the most I’ve learned is she’s a single child, never been to Vegas before, and she wanted to spend some money.”

  “Not everyone feels the need to spill their entire life stories at first opportunity.” Only his friend’s comment made Jim consider harder. Nope, he didn’t know much about her, but was that lack something he needed to change if she was only a temporary diversion? “She’s definitely got enough money to spend.”

  “She’s not keen on lots of people being around,” Damon went on quietly. “It took a while before I got her out of her camouflage, and then twice on the walk here, I thought she would bolt.”

  Oh brother. “I thought you told me to go find someone to take a vacation with.”

  “I did. I just think you need to enjoy yourself, but stay alert.” His friend’s concerned expression twisted into a sneer. “I volunteer to help keep an eye on her.”

  Damon had a death wish at times. Jim shouldered past him, not bothering to move out of the way, and the contact between their chests sent the other man sprawling to the floor, his good-natured grin still firmly in place.

  A mystery was afoot, but Jim had two more pressing issues. He needed to see her to be sure she was okay, and second, he had to keep convincing himself she was just a short-term distraction.

  The door to the change room opened a crack, and his anticipation rose as she stepped out.

  He wanted to see her dressed in silk, with fabric that would cling to those wonderful curves he had enjoyed so much last night. Something in a deep emerald green, with a plunging neckline worn with dagger-like heels. He wasn’t sure if he would cover her with diamonds or find a more modern mineral to grace her neck. Anodized titanium, or even something made from copper.

  A quick flash of Lady Luck shot by his vision, replaced with the picture-perfect postcard of a shyly smiling Lillie.

  She twirled a lock of hair in her fingers as she blinked innocently. Stone-washed jeans lovingly cupped her butt, a hint of decorative stonework running down one leg. She wore a long-sleeve T-shirt, the green colour he’d imagined her gown should be. The V-neck was cut low enough the smooth upper swells of her cleavage teased him. She held a sturdy leather jacket in her left hand, most of it draped over her shoulder.

  “Hey.” Her smile brightened.

  Jim fought the urge to show his aggravation. She’d crawled out of bed and left him, and that just wasn’t right. Instead, he went for control. “I like your outfit.”

  She twirled, bringing the jacket around to clasp it in front of her with both hands. “Damon said I needed jeans and a jacket. I got some other things already.” She flipped a hand toward the cash register. “But this is nice too.”

  Jim turned an accusing eye on his friend. “Damon said you needed that outfit, did he?”

  Damon held up his hands in protest. “Don’t go getting the wrong idea. Trust me on this one, bro.”

  That was asking an awful lot. He closed the gap between them so he could brush a kiss against her lips. “Good morning.”

  She flushed. “I—”

  He tugged the jacket from her fingers and held it out. Lillie turned smoothly, sliding her arms into the sleeves and coming to a stand still as he slipped the fabric over her shoulders and left his hands resting there.

  They were facing an enormous gilded mirror, and he leaned over her shoulder to tug the jacket into position so it framed her perfect breasts.

  He hummed with approval. “That looks good on you.” His lips were directly beside her cheek as he brushed their cheeks together. “Would you like to spend the day with me?”

  So much for his declaration of being Mr. Bossy. Yes, he still wanted to be in charge, but ordering this woman around would be like trying to catch a gazelle by shooting off fireworks.

  Lillie placed her hands over where he was holding her jacket together under her breasts, his thumbs brushing their soft underside. She didn’t say a word for a moment. Just looked at him, glanced momentarily at Damon, then met Jim’s gaze and silently nodded.

  He wanted to jump up and do a backflip, but that wouldn’t have been very dignified. “Anything special you want to do?”

  Lillie turned excitedly. “Yes. There’s a show I want to get tickets for, and there’s a restaurant that got a super review, and I want to learn to dance.”

  Jim smiled and nodded all the way up to the last one.

  “Oh, and Damon said he had something planned for part of the day too.”

  Jim turned to examine his friend. “Damon seems full of good ideas today, doesn’t he?”

  The wolf only grinned, stepping well out of Jim’s arm reach. “Wow, look at the time. I have somewhere I have to be.”

  “Strange, but convenient.” Jim’s possessiveness was well satisfied as Lillie snuck her fingers into his. The warm touch of her small hand settled him.

  “How about this?” Damon looked directly at Lillie. “You guys have fun for the morni
ng, set up whatever show you want to see tonight, and after lunch, meet me in the shifter lounge. Then we can do that fun thing I planned.”

  No way could Jim protest when Lillie bounced on her heels with excitement. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Damon.”

  “Yeah, Damon, that sounds just peachy keen.”

  His friend gloated with maximum gloatingness. “I’ll see you there.”

  “Wait.” Lillie stepped forward, her arm stretching behind her as Jim refused to release her fingers. She glanced at their locked hands, a frown building on her forehead, and he reluctantly set her free. She turned back to the wolf, her chin tucked down but her voice crystal clear. “You were very kind to me this morning. Thank you.”

  “No problem, darlin’. You’re very easy to be kind to.” Damon pretended to tip a hat then turned on his heel and left.

  Jim glared after him. The only thing remotely country about his friend was the barbeque sauce he put on his burgers.

  Then Lillie caught his hand, pulling him toward the register, and that small touch was enough to settle his frustrations. “I need to pay for my things, then maybe we can look at the shows.”

  They were back in the shifter lounge, tickets in her pocket for a performance of Cirque de Soleil. The brand-new bag Jim had insisted on buying her was tucked safely into a backroom, guarded by a smiling mink shifter who’d backed off flirting with her as Jim hovered protectively.

  She wondered briefly why she was still with him. What she should have done that morning was switched to another hotel, or at least gone back to her hotel room and stayed far away from the temptation of Jim.

  In fact, that had been her intention when she snuck out of the room, but within moments of reaching the lobby, she’d been overwhelmed with the arrival of a group of Japanese tourists and the sheer number of bodies milling about.

  Her hiding spot had been discovered within minutes by Damon. And while she wasn’t as comfortable with him as Jim, the protection he offered was too soothing to turn down.

  Her debate had continued right up until Jim asked her to spend the day with him. Now that she’d actually experienced Vegas, she knew she had little chance of managing everything on her short-term bucket list on her own.