Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge

by Christin Lovell

  Men don’t like curvy women. Men ran from my thunder thighs and over-stuffed midsection in preference of wafer thin models. I’d accepted the fact that I would probably be single the rest of my life; at least I could live out my fantasies through my books though. Every girl had the right to dream; it was better than drowning in depression over reality.

  I opened the door, allowing him to enter the apartment. Damn my heart for fluttering at the sight on him near all of my belongings, standing in my home like he belonged there.

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  Chapter Six

  DESI

  My wolf nearly purred as I heard her heart skipping a few beats. Her arousal was returning quickly, though she was fighting it every step of the way. She was going to be fun. I could already picture her rebelling. What I wouldn’t give for her to rebel so I could tie her to the bed and wind her body up until she was crying for forgiveness and begging for release, the need to come wiping all coherent thoughts from her.

  She closed the door, leaning her head against it before she turned back around to me. I took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of her, of gardenias and silk. The overwhelming scent filling the space wasn’t her though; it was food that smelled so delicious my stomach growled and my wolf became momentarily distracted.

  She chuckled at my human faux pa. “It smells as good as it tastes. It’s my grandma’s recipe. I was just sitting down to a bowl when you knocked.” Her face lit up as she spoke of her grandmother and the food. She looked radiant; she drew me deeper into her. “I’m not sure if you have plans or not, but you’re welcome to have a bowl with me.”

  My heart cracked open at her generosity, touching a part of me no one had yet to reach. “I’d love one.”

  She smiled and nodded, immediately heading for the kitchen. I watched as she stood on her tiptoes to reach the second shelf in the cupboard. I found her effort adorable; her petite frame had the top of her head coming to the center of my chest. Removing the glass cover from the pot, she ladled two heaping scoops of the chili into the bowl, filling it to just below the rim. She dug a spoon out of a drawer and handed both to me.

  “I hope you like it,” she said. I could tell it meant a lot to her that I did. Even if it tasted like cardboard, I’d devour it just to make her happy.

  “Thanks.”

  “I, uh, don’t have a dining room table, so we’ll have to eat in the living room. I hope you don’t mind.”

  I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was so confident when it came to talking about the things she loved, yet it was obvious herself and her apartment weren’t on the list. She fidgeted, self-consciousness clouding her glow as she stuffed one leg underneath the other as she sat on the sofa. She reached for her abandoned bowl with less than half the chili she’d given me in it.

  I sat down next to her, quietly observing her. She stole sideways glances at me as she blew on her bowl. It was obviously a distraction since the bowl wasn’t puffing steam the way my own was. She dipped her spoon into the dish and lifted it to her lips. She blushed as she caught me watching her. Her mouth covered the spoon, her lips sliding seductively, though not on purpose, as the chili slipped onto her tongue. She tossed the spoon back into the bowl and chewed methodically. She averted her eyes, a flush stealing over her.

  I was riveted by the way she ate. There was something sensual and thoughtful about her moves. I could tell she enjoyed the food; her eyes widened slightly in the corners around the mouthful. I could almost hear her moaning in delight as the flavors assaulted her taste buds.

  “I’ve never been more jealous of chili in my life,” I said. Her cheeks reddened; her lips lifting despite her unease over my statement.

  I shoveled a spoonful into my mouth, my eyes never leaving her. The second the chili hit my tongue, spices danced with hearty chunks of flavor in my mouth; this was the best chili I’d ever eaten. I groaned. “This is delicious.”

  She turned to me, a wide grin on her face. My heart skipped a beat as I gazed at her, in awe of her beauty. My lungs struggled to expand as I stared openly at her beautiful, sparkling hazel eyes; her lips curled up, spreading across her face, as her cheeks colored at the compliment. “I’m glad you like it.”

  Self-consciousness temporarily tucked away, she took a hearty bite of the food. I quickly followed. For the moment my wolf was behaving. I knew once my spoon hit the bottom of the bowl, I would be in trouble again though.

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  Chapter Seven

  SARA

  We sat in amicable silence, consuming my grandma’s chili. His eyes remained glued to me, like he was considering me for dessert. And damn if my heart didn’t delight in that knowledge as my body physically reacted to his interest. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples perking as naughty desires flashed through my mind.

  He finished his bowl before me, and set it gently on the coffee table. His gaze temporarily landed on my book, still resting on the table with its cover facing the sky.

  His eyes seemed to dance with amusement and excitement. I felt my cheeks heat as I snatched the book away and blindly shoved it onto a shelf; that only made him smile wider.

  “You like werewolves?” he asked, innocently enough.

  I shrugged, gathering his bowl with mine and heading to the kitchen. I promptly began washing the dishes and towel dried them. I jumped, nearly losing the bowl in my hand, as I collided with his hard wall of muscles.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he stated through clenched teeth. His lids fell to half-mast as he inhaled me.

  My pussy clenched at his move; my body shivered at the erotic undertones in his move. I swallowed hard. Leaning back into the counter and away from him, I set the bowl down safely. I couldn’t allow my mind to wander. I couldn’t get hurt again.

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  Chapter Eight

  DESI

  Every time I thought I was making progress with her, she shut herself down again. I knew it would take something drastic. I needed to shock the fear out of her.

  Her scent was getting to me. My muscles began to cramp, the change trying to come over me. I clamped down hard on the counter, trying to control it. She smelled like heaven. God, I wanted to shove my nose in her pussy, lick her cunt and taste her sweet honey. My cock was on the brink of exploding. Adrenaline coursed through my veins; my wolf’s excitement over finding its mate wouldn’t be curbed until we mated.

  She stared up at me; her eyes were wide and mouth slightly ajar. Her breasts appeared swollen, begging for my attention. I shifted my position, the pain in my groin nearly unbearable.

  And that’s when I heard it; a whimper. A soft, innocent whimper of painful desire that matched my own fell from her lips.

  I met her gaze. She seemed taken aback by the noise she’d released. Her breathing was uneven; her lips pursed as she considered me.

  She shook her head, averting her gaze. Heat colored her cheeks. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t know why my body is reacting this way towards you.”

  I slid a single digit beneath her chin; I lifted her face towards mine. “Do you believe werewolves are real?”

  Her brows stretched upwards before falling to their rightful place again. She didn’t answer right away. “I believe there are things we humans don’t know about.”

  “Do you believe in werewolves?” I pressed. I wasn’t letting her off the hook.

  Her heart sprinted as I leaned in closer to her, further trapping her at the back end of the galley kitchen. My arms flanked her body; my hands were itching to touch her, to grab her and feel her. I wanted to feel her soft flesh pressed into mine.

  “I don’t know.” She sounded unsure of herself; uneasy with the topic even.

  “What if I said I’m a werewolf?”

  She tried to hold back a smile. Her chest vibrated with a silent chuckle. “You can’t be serious.”

  I lowered myself until we were face to face. I couldn’t shift without damn near raping her, but I could show her a glimmer of my inner wolf through my e
yes. I flashed the honey yellow eyes of my wolf; allowed her to face the beast within me who screamed that she was his.

  Sara gasped, jerking backwards. She cursed under her breath when she hit her side against the counter. She opened and closed her mouth several times unable to formulate a response, though I didn’t blame her. She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself.

  I reined in my wolf, leashing him again. Indulgently, I ran my palms up and down her upper arms, willing her to calm down.

  She nibbled her bottom lip again. “Why am I not afraid of you?”

  I ran my thumb along her bottom lip, freeing it from her teeth. “Because you’re mine, and your body recognizes that.”

  “Yours?” she squeaked. I watched her nipples harden despite the uncertainty in her voice.

  “Mine to have, to hold and to love forever as my mate.” I tentatively licked my lips seductively.

  She took an unsteady breath, a quiet moan escaping her. She watched me closely, her eyes observing my every move.

  I took advantage of a momentary distraction, a moment when she was lost in thought, to brush my fingers against her erect nipples. She sighed, unconsciously leaning into my move. I smelled her arousal returning as I continued to lavish her pert peaks with my hands. I pressed my hard cock, straining against my jeans, into her arms, wrapped around her upper stomach.

  Her eyes shot wide-open, awareness washing over her. She moved her arms up, pushing my hands away as she covered her breasts. “I…” She turned her head from side to side, worry pulling down her features. “I don’t know you. I…” She sighed. “How can you feel so right? I don’t get it.”

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  Chapter Nine

  SARA

  Anxiety and excitement pumped through my veins. Everything about Desi enticed me. And when the creature within him penetrated me with his eyes, it felt like my soul was bursting open. I was overwhelmed. My body was crying for his touch, desperate for some unknown, incomprehensible connection with him as my mind was scolding me with rationality.

  I closed my eyes, trying to find balance somewhere within me. My heart and mind were racing in opposite directions. Until his arms came around me.

  He gently pulled me into him, his buff biceps cocooning me. My body instantly relaxed into him, and even my mind shut up for a brief period of time.

  I pressed my face into his chest, taking comfort in him. I knew this wasn’t right; I knew I shouldn’t have felt so safe with a stranger, yet I couldn’t squelch the ache burning within me for him.

  My eyes flew open and I yelped as he lifted me into his arms and sat me on the counter. No man had ever been able to carry me given all my excess stuffing.

  He wiggled between my legs, pulling my center to align with his as he gazed at me. “I want to claim you.”

  Warmth flowed through my body as desire pooled in my womb with a vengeance. My tight nipples stung as I squished my arms against them, trying to relieve the pressure. My body screamed for him to take me, but my conscience hadn’t disappeared yet.

  As if he sensed my internal battle, he leaned in close. His lips hovered a mere inch from mine as his eyes bore into me. “I’m going to claim you.”

  He captured my lips; the softness of his felt right against mine. He was bold and demanding, commanding that I follow his lead, yet reverent and seductive. His flesh against mine, his mouth against my mouth, sent tiny shockwaves through me. Electricity sizzled every nerve ending in my body as his hands roved my full figure.

  I found myself squirming, my arousal blooming beneath his talented touch.

  He slid his tongue across my lips before diving into my mouth to taste me. The sensual, yet carnal act caused me to lose the rest of my inhibitions. As he gripped my hip and the back of my neck securely, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing harder against his lips.

  He growled, the vibrations of it rumbling his chest as he angled my neck. He nipped my lower lip, kissing a trail down to my neck, over my scarf and to my chest. His eyes traveled up and down my body. Desire was prominent in his glare, but I couldn’t help the wave of self-consciousness that rose up. He was gorgeous; hard angles of physical perfection while I was an overstuffed cream puff with too many dimples and not enough sleek lines.

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  Chapter Ten

  DESI

  I smelled her arousal ebbing under a wave of self-awareness. Her eyes lightened as the desire began to fade.

  I narrowed my eyes at her. She removed her arms from around me and tucked them beneath her bare thighs. She looked everywhere but at me. I didn’t appreciate how quickly she closed herself off to me; my wolf hated the fact that she closed any part of herself off at all. She was mine; all of her was ours.

  “What happened?” I couldn’t control my curt tone. My cock was on the verge of bursting, a steady stream of pre-cum already oozing from the tip merely from scenting and touching her through clothes.

  She curled deeper into herself and I silently cursed myself. I took a deep breath. I didn’t know her past, but clearly she had a few sore spots. It was in my best interest not to avoid them.

  I cupped her face, tilting it upwards. I used all the strength I could muster to beat down my wolf, so anxious to growl at her, and softened my approach. “Perhaps I should have explained the mating thing to you. There is nothing that I don’t love about you; you are nature’s perfect match for me. There is likewise nothing you could do to turn me off. So please, don’t shut yourself down. Open up to me. I know we just met, but give me a chance to prove myself as your mate.”

  Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed back at me. Emotions, so many emotions, passed through her eyes. She tried to give me a small smile, but failed. “I know I’m not perfect. I’m fat and frumpy and a lot of other things.” She closed her eyes. “I understand.” Her voice grew tight.

  I snarled, my wolf roaring. How dare she think so little of herself! “Open your eyes, Sara, because I’m about to turn every one of your insecurities upside down.” I lifted her into my arms and carried her back to where I knew the bedroom would be. I burst through the door, grateful the moment I saw the slotted headboard of her bed.

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  Chapter Eleven

  SARA

  I yelped as he tossed me onto my bed. He immediately covered me, his lips crashing into mine. I tried to keep myself from falling into him; from losing myself in his touch, but the caress of his lips was too soothing of a lull to keep me conscious and sane. It’d been too long since I’d experienced a man, since I’d been touched and kissed and treated as a sexually viable woman. My body heated quickly, feeling his hard muscles gliding over me.

  His tongue slipped between my lips, tangling with my own. He nibbled my lips; my womb tightened as he tantalized my lips.

  He continued kissing me, seducing my mind into surrender with my body, as he removed my scarf. The cool air wafted over my neck and shoulders, eliciting a shudder from me. I felt exposed despite still being dressed.

  He ran his arms over my sides, along my curves. He drew my arms up and over my head. He slid his tongue along my lips, slowly, torturously. I couldn’t hold back my moan as liquid heat filled my core. My hips lifted into him, rubbing against his hard cock.

  He jerked back, his eyes narrowing on me. He growled, a predatory grin splicing his face. A sparkle in his eyes danced with mischief.

  Quicker than I could compute, he moved over me. In seconds my hands were securely fastened above my head, secured to the headboard with my scarf. I tugged on the makeshift restraint, but it didn’t budge. Exhilaration and fear battled within me. A part of me was turned on, the other part of me, the rational part of me, realized that I’d just allowed a tall, well-muscled stranger to tie me to the bed, leaving me helpless and at his mercy.

  I swallowed hard as I met his gaze. I bit my lower lip hard, feeling my brows etch together as the worry snaking through my insides muddled my features.

  His gaze softened. He ran his finger over my lips, releasing my
grip on it. He gently kissed my lips. “Please trust me, mi amor.” His hand smoothed over my cheek.

  He held my gaze, as if waiting for me to say to that I was going to trust him. I was shocked when I nodded my head, giving him permission to continue, permission to do whatever he wanted to me. What had come over me? What on earth would possess me to give up control of my body to someone I’d just met? Why was body humming with anticipation over relinquishing it to a sexy, dark male who seemed to have a bit of a dominant streak?

  As if sensing my thoughts, his smile turned voracious; his eyes widened with hunger as gold threads seeped into his dark brown irises. “You are going to be begging me to claim you.”

  My breasts, swollen and in need, ached; my nipples strained against the fabric of my bra as his words incited fresh desire within me. His promise washed away every ounce of fear, leaving only an edgy craving in its wake. Gone was my self-consciousness; gone were my worries. My pussy pulsed, demoting my mind and allowing my body to be in control for the moment.

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  Chapter Twelve

  DESI

  I clenched my teeth, fighting to maintain control. I couldn’t slip up. I had to bring her to the brink of an orgasm and make her teeter there. I had to make her desire match my own in order not to hurt her.

  I slid my hands beneath her shirt, lifting it upwards as I pressed small kisses to her silky flesh. My lips felt hot against her cool skin. Once I reached her breasts, I shoved the shirt the rest of the way over her head, leaving it resting on her wrists, and sat back to enjoy the view. Her breasts were full, round mounds of plush comfort. They didn’t sit high, but certainly were sagging. The looked natural and luscious. Her nipples were stiff peaks, begging to be laved.