Alphas: Supes and Badboys (8 Books in One)

by Myles, Eden

  Roman jumped to his feet and the two men embraced, warmly and without words. Roman yanked Kevin’s head forward and kissed him roughly, his tongue going in deep, his teeth playfully nipping his lower lip. They nuzzled each other in greeting and their wolves spoke silently to each other’s hearts. When he finally pulled back, Kevin was breathless and panting, overjoyed to see his lover after so long.

  Roman slid a hand down his back to his ass, pulling him tight against the front of his body. He grinned in his wolfish way when he felt Kevin’s hard-on. “I take it you’re happy to see me, young wolf,” he said as the respective bulges in their trousers bumped.

  “Christ, you have no idea.” Kevin was shaking. He seized Roman’s cheeks, kissed him, kissed him again. He nuzzled the side of his lover’s throat, breathed in his warm, comforting, forest scent. “I thought you’d never return. I thought I would be alone forever.”

  “You must have faith, my golden-eyed beauty,” he said. He stroked Kevin’s hair lovingly, whisked his long fingers through it. “I was sorting out pack business, but I was also working on arranging a more permanent residence in this city.” He pulled loose a key on a long red ribbon. “For you.”

  Kevin looked at the key in confusion. “I don’t understand.” Kevin smiled. “Did you buy a new house?”

  “Quite the opposite. I disposed of the mansion. It suited Anya. It does not suit me.” Roman indicated the room. “I purchased this club from your employer just today. It turns out she had planned to retire soon and was looking to sell. You didn’t know?”

  Kevin shook his head. “She never told me.” He took the key from Roman and looked at it. “You’re making me the manager?” The idea filled him with insane pride and not a little fear. He’d never really been in charge of anything before.

  “No.”

  Kevin gave his alpha a bemused look and Roman smiled a little dubiously. “Not the manager. The co-owner.” He whipped out some sheets of paper from under his coat and handed them to Kevin. It was the deed to the club. “There are papers we have to sort out, of course, but that’s all a formality.”

  “Roman,” Kevin said. He was shaking again. “I can’t just take this place like some kind of…of gift.”

  Roman raised his finger. “Not a gift. An investment. You’re now my business partner in this establishment.” He laid the finger to Kevin’s lips. “And I expect you to be a good one and turn a profit. I’ll be watching very carefully.”

  Kevin was speechless. He shook his head. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say yes. I’m better at investing than I am at running a club, so I plan to leave the day to day operations to you.” He looked around the darkened club. “Do you have any ideas about how we might improve?”

  “Y-yes,” Kevin stammered. “A lot of them.”

  “Good.” Roman nodded. “I plan to stay in the States, at least for the next century or so, and I want good investments.” He gave Kevin a shrewd look. “I have very expensive tastes, as you can well imagine.”

  Kevin burst out in laughter. “Yes, I’ve noticed.”

  “So that’s a yes?”

  “No, it’s a hell yes.”

  Roman, looking pleased, offered his hand to Kevin. “And now…another surprise, my love.”

  “Another?” Kevin croaked. “You shouldn’t be doing this…”

  “I owe you much for freeing me from Freki, Kevin; this is my way of thanking you. Let me.”

  Kevin swallowed and took Roman’s hand.

  “This surprise will take a bit to get to, so we should be off now.” Roman steered him to the employees’ exit.

  Kevin locked up the club—their club, how exciting was that?—and followed Roman to his town car parked behind the building. They got in and Roman immediately pulled Kevin close and planted a hand between his legs.

  “You really are eager, aren’t you?” he chucked against Kevin’s lips.

  Kevin groaned a response and sat back in the seat, letting Roman do anything he wanted to him. And, oh, the things he did. As they headed out of the city, Roman held him and kissed him and fondled him until he was dizzy with need. He undid Kevin’s trousers and cupped his cock and balls, giving them sharp squeezes while whispering the most beautifully perverse things in Kevin’s ear. He said they would be together forever and told them about the life they would soon be leading, the wonders that Roman would show him.

  It felt so good to be back in Roman’s arms. It felt like coming home. Roman licked along the side of Kevin’s neck, made soft, growling noises against his skin that sent an electric trill down Kevin’s back. He licked and nibbled and kissed Kevin so that he quickly lost track of time. Sometime later—how long, he didn’t know—the limo finally slowed as they crunched over a familiar gravel road.

  Sitting up with his hands nested in Roman’s luxurious black hair while Roman busily licked his balls and asshole, Kevin finally glanced out the window. They were coming upon the lodge.

  There were good memories here, but also a few bad ones. Kevin didn’t think they would ever return here. Roman looked up at him with his wolf eyes, saw his concern, and said, “Stay with me the weekend. We have much to experience.”

  “You’re my alpha, Roman. You know I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

  “You’re my alpha mate, Kevin. We live to serve each other.”

  After they put themselves back together, Roman took Kevin’s hand and led him down the path and up the stairs to the lodge. Inside, the receiving hall had changed. Roman had redecorated it. The furniture was more rustic, and the lighting warm and subtle. The place felt more like home and less like the pleasure hive the former pack had turned it into. Kevin felt infinitely more comfortable with the changes.

  Fenrir was waiting for them. “Well, it’s about time,” he complained with a smirk, crossing his arms across his burly Nordic chest. He quickly joined Roman and Kevin and all three of the werewolves greeted each other with licks and kisses.

  “It feels empty in here,” Kevin said when they came up for air.

  “We’ll remedy that soon enough,” Roman said, bringing Kevin’s hand to his lips to kiss in a courtly manner that belonged to another century. “In time, we’ll make other werewolves, expand the pack. We’ll be strong again. For now, though, it’s time for your surprise.” He looked at Fenrir, who grinned mischievously.

  They led him through to the common room. Like the receiving hall, it had been redecorated. It felt warmer and more intimate. Besides the new, more comfortable furnishings, they had also installed a giant, human-sized mobile in the ceiling from which hung a myriad of chains and fur-lined manacles. Kevin gazed up at it with concern.

  “Fenrir helped me install it,” Roman explained. “It’s for new companions who fear they could hurt others or themselves when the shift is upon them.”

  “Why not use a cage?” Kevin asked and then regretted his words at the look on Roman’s face.

  “A cage would only aggravate the wolf, make it feel trapped and helpless. This method will keep a new werewolf safe with its pack but without damaging its spirit. Tonight I was hoping to test it out.” He played with a long, thick, stainless steel chain. “We should see how much it can endure.” He looked at Kevin with a combination of lust and challenge.

  “You want me to test it?”

  “Unless you’re afraid,” Fenrir said with a smirk. “Or you don’t trust us.”

  Kevin’s heart was beating rapidly like a little bird in his chest, but it wasn’t fear. It was excitement. Arousal. He shook his head. “I’m not afraid.” He looked between Roman and Fenrir. “I do trust you. And I want to be yours tonight,” he admitted more shyly. It had been so long, too long. He bit his lip as he thought about what he wanted, what he needed. He added in a bolder voice, “I want you both to use me tonight, to use me hard.”

  Fenrir raised his eyebrows at that, but neither of them complained about Kevin’s request. All three disrobed just as they normally did when they were preparing to go f
or a run, but instead of Roman leading the others outside, they moved to the chains hanging from the ceiling.

  Roman took Kevin’s wrist in his hand, looking him over with unabashed lust. “Are you certain, Golden Eyes? You may say no at anytime.”

  Kevin held Roman’s eyes. “I’m not saying no. I’m saying yes.” He looked over at Fenrir. “And yes, Fenrir, I like it rough too.”

  Roman kissed his wrist tenderly before binding it in a thick, fur-lined manacle, then the other. Kevin gave the manacles an experimental yank, but they held fast to the giant mobile anchored to the ceiling.

  “Are you all right?” Roman asked and Kevin nodded.

  “I want this,” he told them as he hung from the chains.

  Roman sank one big hand into the thick auburn hair on the back of Kevin’s head, kissed him with savage intensity, the roughness of his chin scratching him. He slid a hand down over his ass, gripped the firm flesh there and yanked Kevin tight against him. He rubbed his cock between his legs and Kevin moaned into his lover’s mouth. Fenrir pushed tight against his back, embracing Roman with Kevin trapped between them. He kissed the back of Kevin’s neck, his big teeth nibbling his flesh there, his huge cock bumping the small of Kevin’s back.

  It felt good to rub himself against his two pack mates…his two lovers. He jutted his ass against Fenrir and said, “I want to feel you penetrate me.”

  “I’m happy to oblige, little wolf,” Fenrir said, using his knee to force Kevin’s legs apart. He spat into his hand, spread Kevin’s ass cheeks, and swirled his fingers teasingly over his hole, lubing him up. Sparks of pleasure made Kevin whimper and beg until Fenrir sank two fingers deep inside him. Kevin whimpered and began writhing in the chain. Fenrir curled them and started rubbing at the tight, spasming walls of his body.

  Kevin moaned and snapped at Roman’s mouth. Roman’s hands roamed down over the front of his body. He snagged Kevin’s nipples in his fingers, applying a heavenly amount of pressure before moving to the ready, quivering cock between his legs. He stroked Kevin’s foreskin back, gently, teasingly, stroked his shaft until Kevin felt his balls tighten almost painfully. Each time Fenrir thrust inward, Kevin jerked his hips, and Roman’s beautiful cock rubbed harder, wetter, between his legs, creating a sublime friction.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” Fenrir growled. “How much can you take, young wolf?” He playfully swirled his fingers, fucking Kevin hard with a couple of deep strokes. Precum poured from the slit in his head and Roman knelt to lap at the creamy fluid.

  “Oh god,” Kevin said, arching his back. His hands fisted in the chains and his legs trembled from the thrusts of Fenrir’s meaty fingers, the sucking of Roman’s wicked mouth. He threw his head back, yelped when Fenrir forced a third finger inside, stretching his ass almost uncomfortably as he plundered him by hand and rubbed with a searing combination of pleasure and pain against his prostate.

  Roman kissed his way up Kevin’s body, his throat, sucked his Adam’s apple deep into his mouth. Then he sank down again, swirling his tongue over Kevin’s chest and peaked nipples, taking each in his mouth and gnawing gently upon them. He licked over Kevin’s ribs and whorled his tongue over his navel. He kissed over his lower belly and lapped with excitement over the matting of dark, auburn hair between his legs where so much precum was gathering. Finally, he teased his tongue over the underside of the perfectly stiff cock lying against the front of his lover's body.

  Their torture was like heaven on earth. Kevin whimpered and bucked between his two lovers. Fenrir bit his shoulder and thrust steadily in and out of his hole. Roman spiraled his long, canine tongue around the base of his cock and licked up and down before burying his face in Kevin’s groin and licking the soft, sensitive skin of his sac until it was wet and shiny with his spit. Kevin growled with pleasure, then let out a howl of surprise and excitement as Fenrir forced another finger inside him. The penetration forced his climax and a thick volley of come spurted from the head of his cock.

  Roman growled with displeasure. “I want his ass tight when I plow it.”

  “Sorry, Roman,” Fenrir said. “I can’t help myself. He’s my kind of man.”

  “You can use him after I’m done with him.”

  “Yes, sir,” Fenrir said, sounding dully reprimanded as he slid his fingers loose and gave Kevin’s ass a fierce slap. Kevin moaned in response.

  They changed positions. Fenrir went to his knees before Kevin while Roman mounted him from behind. He massaged Kevin’s ass, kissed his neck tenderly. “Did he hurt you, Golden Eyes?”

  “No, sir,” Kevin confessed. “I told you. I want you to use me. I want you to fuck me hard.”

  Roman slapped his ass, slapped it again, even harder. The impacts just made Kevin hard again. Roman looped an arm around his waist, embracing him and rubbing his dripping cock between his legs, pleasuring him, but also marking him with his scent. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes,” Kevin admitted. “I like it rough.”

  Fenrir grinned, took his hard-on in hand and guided the firm, swollen head into his mouth. He sucked upon him, slowly at first but with increasing vigor until Kevin was left panting with the bliss shooting through his cock and into his body. Fenrir set his sharp teeth in the base. His eyes rolled up, begging Kevin’s permission.

  Kevin undulated against Roman, biting his lip to keep from screaming. “Bite me…” he managed to warble out. “I want you to.”

  Fenrir bit his hard enough to draw blood.

  Kevin moaned, jerked his hips. He tried to plunge his cock all the way past Fenrir’s talented mouth and down his throat, but Roman grabbed him by the balls, held him back. They worked in tangent now, Fenrir suckling at the little wound he’d made, Roman squeezing and alternately massaging his balls. They were rough and demanding. Pain and pleasure bolted through Kevin, bringing him panting to the top of his second orgasm. Soon he was rocking forward into Fenrir’s mouth and back against Roman’s eager, quivering cock.

  “Christ, you’re an amazing wolf, Golden Eyes,” Roman said. His voice was guttural, and Kevin was suddenly aware of the changes in him. His strength was increasing and his claws had sharpened. His cock felt almost twice its girth as Roman lazily seesawed it between Kevin’s aching balls. He was shifting in small, subtle ways.

  As the friction increased, Kevin groaned and moved his hips, welcoming Roman’s penetration—his alpha’s domination. He remembered all too well what it felt like to be fucked by Roman in werewolf form, the sheer, frightening strength and trembling power and pleasure of him. He rubbed himself faster and harder against Roman in frustration.

  Roman slapped his ass so hard Kevin yelped in response to the real pain of it. “I am alpha,” he growled out in a voice barely human. “Patience. You’ll take your fucking when I give it, pup.”

  “Now,” Kevin growled back, suddenly afraid that he, too, would shift along with his impending orgasm. “I want you now.”

  “Your ass is his when your alpha demands it, wolf,” Fenrir reminded him. “Not before.”

  Roman nipped at the side of Kevin’s neck until he humbly lowered his head and stopped fighting. “Beg me to fill you.”

  “Please, Roman,” Kevin whimpered out. “Please…now…”

  “Soon,” Roman chuckled in a sinister voice in his ear. His nibbled his way to the base of Kevin’s neck before giving him a sharp, unmerciful bite with his elongated canine teeth. Kevin squealed in response. The purpose of it was pleasure, but also to show Kevin that Roman was still alpha, still in charge. The sudden, unexpected pain made Kevin jerk and thrust deeper into Fenrir’s teethy mouth. He grabbed Kevin by the hips to steady him, his claws digging in, and dragged him closer so he could gobble him down to the balls, the heat of his throat, the ferocity of his lust, making Kevin jerk spastically in the chains.

  Roman shoved his knee between Kevin’s legs, driving his legs further apart. He rubbed the head of his cock against Kevin’s hole until it was dripping with his precum. Then, with no further warning, he ra
mmed his huge, bone-hard cock inside and began to fuck Kevin like the wild animal he was. Kevin grunted from the force of the impacts, barely able to withstand Roman’s girth. He felt drips of saliva on his shoulder and listened to the feral grunts of pleasure coming from their alpha. He pushed his ass back against Roman’s savage thrusts, welcoming him deep, as deep as he wanted to go, aware of Roman’s hugely swollen testicles swinging and spanking his ass each time he thumped his hole.

  A part of him tried to move as any captured animal will, but Roman had him in his teeth and he wouldn’t let go. He wanted his obedience and his loyalty. Kevin lowered his head in submission and whined, allowing Roman to wrench all the pleasure he could from his body.

  Roman whuffed and rammed Kevin over and over, almost driving him to his knees despite Fenrir’s support, then howled in victory as he came, shooting his heat and seed deep inside Kevin’s body. Kevin came immediately after in a lunge in Fenrir’s mouth. Fenrir licked up every drop, sucked the remaining spunk from his cock, then he and Roman changed positions and Fenrir took up where Roman had left off.

  Kevin tried to relax in his bonds, but Fenrir was a harsh taskmaster. He dry humped Kevin a few times before finding the right angle and plowing into him. He sank his claws into Kevin’s hips, rode his ass hard. Kevin twisted in his manacles. Together they growled and bit and scratched at each other like a pair of wild dogs locked together in combat rather than coitus. Roman watched from his kneeling position on the floor, periodically licking his lips with unabashed animal lust as he watched them get off on each other.

  “You really are beautiful, Golden Eyes,” he said and buried himself between Kevin’s legs once more. “Beautiful and all ours.”

  Kevin cried out at the way Fenrir was biting him, the harsh way he was using him. He tried to squirm loose, but Fenrir didn’t let go until he shuddered and fully emptied his balls deep inside his body. Then he pulled out and tenderly licked the wounds he had inflicted. Already they were healing, leaving behind shallow streaks of blood. Together, Roman and Fenrir licked the blood and spunk from Kevin’s body.