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

by Christin Lovell

  Her screams filled the room, urging me to let loose. I unleashed my full desire on her. My balls slapped against her clit as I pummeled in and out of her. Her ass slapped my stomach with each thrust of my lower body. She squirmed, her pussy tightening like a vise around my cock with each rough stab.

  Her cries morphed into whimpers as she reached the edge of her pleasure.

  I slid out of her, pulling her off the bed and pushing her back against the wall. She looked stunned as I wrapped her legs around my waist and shoved my cock into her until I felt her cervix. Even without my normal vision, I could tell she was fighting her fear. Her trust, her willingness to surrender to the human and the beast, was what calmed my wolf just enough for me to regain some control.

  My nails retracted and my teeth shortened. I continued to drive my cock in and out of her pussy as I drew her nipple between my lips. She sobbed, her eyes closing as she pressed her chest into my mouth. She threaded her fingers through my hair and tugged on the roots. And just like that my wolf was back on top.

  My grip on her tightened to the point I was sure she’d have bruises. She didn’t mind though. She continued to meet my lunges, her lips forming beautiful letters as cries parted them.

  She opened her eyes as I released her nipple, my teeth changing as the pressure became too much in my groin. I was too close. My wolf felt it. We were ready to release our seed in her and bite her, marking her inside and out as ours.

  “Rub your clit,” I ordered in a rough growl.

  Her hand didn’t hesitate to fly to her tight nub. She shivered as her fingers rubbed the sensitive bud. Goose bumps broke out over her flesh as her pussy clamped down on my cock. She was close.

  I pulled her hair to one side. “Look at me. I want to watch you come.” She whimpered at my words, fresh lubrication gushing from her core. “You like it when I’m rough, don’t you?” I slowed my speed, but jammed my cock into her until I hit her pelvic bone.

  “Yes! Oh!” Her fingers flew over her clit in a fury. Her nails bit into my shoulder as I continued to drive into her. “Oh, God! Fuck. Desi, please.” Her plea pushed me over the edge.

  I surged into her with a vengeance as I allowed my wolf to take over my conscience. I tugged her head to the side and bit into the cartilage between her neck and shoulder right as the first squirt of my seed painted her cervix. Pleasure rolled through my entire body, a primal, carnal yearning shook me to the core.

  She was everywhere. I smelled her; I tasted her on my lips. I felt her hands all over me, her pussy fluttering around my cock as my orgasm intermingled with hers. My wolf roared, as it allowed my human part to regain control, having gotten what it wanted. I continued to thrust into her, trying to draw out the pleasure touching every part of me.

  My eyes shot open when she bit my shoulder. I growled, a second climax sputtering from me. I felt like I was floating in the clouds as I kissed her breasts, her shoulder and neck. She pressed her lips to my forehead, my cheeks and finally my lips. She squeezed me, her lips eagerly kissing mine.

  Slowly, our bodies calmed, and I was able to kiss her sensually. I savored her touch, savored the feel of her lips to mine. My heart burst open as she caressed my cheek with her hand.

  I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were bright, reflecting the love I knew I had for her. Her full breasts still heaved as she continued to catch her breath. Her lips were red and swollen from tangling with mine. Her hair was disheveled from being tossed about against the bed and the wall. Her skin was glowing, even with her flush. She was beautiful.

  I dragged my eyes to the fresh puncture wound in her flesh, still red, irritated and probably sore. Pride surged inside me. She was mine; all mine.

  I smiled at her. “You’re all mine now. There’s no getting out of it.”

  She smiled, her eyes lighting with mischief. “Can I at least get a discount on my rent?”

  I growled. “No, but you can tear up your lease and move in with me for free.”

  Her face grew serious. She pursed her lips. “On one condition.”

  My heart thundered in my chest. The black hole began to darken my soul as fear rattled me. She couldn’t let me claim her and then back out, could she? Would she?

  I swallowed hard, feeling damn near tears as I looked at her. “What’s your condition?” I couldn’t keep the upset from my voice.

  Her face softened. “Hey. I’m the insecure one here, not you.” She kissed my lips. “Relax. I was just going to give you the condition that we have mind-blowing sex like this every day.”

  My fear deflated. I laughed; happiness reaching my heart, brightening my soul for the first time in my life. I kissed her again. “Make it twice a day and we have a deal, mi amor.”

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  Chapter Seventeen

  SARA

  I couldn’t believe this gorgeous man was all mine, that he loved me, jellyrolls and all. Before this, I didn’t believe in love at first sight. Hell, I was beginning to question whether love existed at all, at least for a plus size woman like myself. Desi changed all of that. He turned my life around.

  I smiled at him, loving the way he was eating me up with his gaze. “Deal.”

  “Good. Grab the clothes you need for tonight and I’ll take you to meet your new pack.” He kissed me again before gently setting my feet on the floor.

  I nibbled my lip. It was one thing for him to love and accept me, but it was completely different for an entire group of people to.

  “What’s wrong, Sara?” Concerned tugged down on her brow.

  “Do you think they’ll like me?”

  He smiled, nuzzling my neck. I squirmed, his breath tickling me. “I’m their alpha. If I love you, they’ll love you. Now stop stalling and let’s go. You still owe me one more round tonight.” He smacked my ass, a sharp sting that turned quickly to pleasure, as he angled me towards the closet.

  “Hey!” I looked over my shoulder in time to see him growl.

  His dark gaze was focused on my backside. His cock flew to attention in merely a few seconds, washing away any chance my insecurities had at returning. “On second thought, I want round two right now.”

  I yelped as he plucked me off the floor and pulled me onto the bed with him. Repeatedly, Desi proved his love. He caressed every inch of my flesh, the dimpled parts and all.

  Before tonight, I’d accepted the idea of being single forever. It’s harder to find love when most guys don’t love extra stuffing. Desi taught me that I deserved more; I deserved happiness. We all deserve happiness, regardless of our size or weight. And if you’re lucky enough, you’ll be mated to a sexy alpha with a love of tying you to the bed and ravishing every ounce of you.

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  CONTROLLED BY THE ALPHA

  Christin Lovell

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  CONTROLLED BY THE ALPHA

  Copyright © 2012 by Christin M Lovell

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  CONTROLLED BY THE ALPHA

  Barrett grew up in a pack that never accepted him. His position as pack beta had no impact on their opinions of him either.

  It took six months under the rule of a new alpha before he left it all behind and happened upon his mate.

  Past the age most werewolves find a mate, Drew assumed he wouldn’t be granted one… until he scented Barrett.

  But what do you do with a mate that refuses to a
ccept his future with you because of his past? If you’re a dominant alpha like Drew, you force him to surrender it all to you.

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  Controlled by the Alpha

  Chapter One

  BARRETT

  I’d been driving for two days straight. My body was stiff; my wolf was restless. My mind kept replaying the scene that pushed me to pack my bags and leave the pack I’d grown up in.

  I was supposed to become alpha, but the acquiescent beta in me allowed the newest dominant member to take over. He rejected every bit of my input and devalued my status within the pack; he degraded me as a man all because of my sexual preference.

  Gay werewolves exist, but under the mountain of scrutiny within a society that submerges themselves in traditions and traditional values, it’s hard to ‘come out.’ I’d been pressured since I was young to hide who I was and what I truly longed for: a male. In particular, a dominant male.

  I’d recognized my need to submit early on. It didn’t mean I was weak, easy or pathetic. I was an equal. I could stand toe to toe with any alpha, and I did. I had. It was why I left. I refused to be belittled by my peers, by my parents and elders when I’d earned their regard. Rather than fling words they’d dismiss, I stood up for myself; I killed the new crude alpha before taking off.

  I deserved to be treated with respect. Who I am attracted to shouldn’t be connected to my significance within a pack; just because I broke their perfect mold, because I longed to caress hard muscle rather than feminine curves, didn’t mean they had the right to silence and subjugate me.

  I didn’t know where I was headed. I didn’t know what I’d find, but it had to be better than what I’d left behind.

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  Chapter Two

  DREW

  I pulled into the gas station. I threw the truck into park and sat in silence for a moment. It’d been a long day. No one was prepared for one of our eldest pack members to fall ill. It was a mild cold, but at his age, it could easily become more.

  “Want me to run in and get it?” Jonah, my beta, asked.

  “Nah. I’ve got it. Martha showed me the package so I know what to grab.”

  He nodded, acquiescing.

  The older female pack member had requested a specific medicine that surprisingly wasn’t found in the local drug store; only at the gas station, where the owner imported herbal concoctions from the Middle East. I sighed, throwing open the driver’s side door. The scent that hit me had my wolf growling, my nostrils flaring and my senses on high alert. Every hair on my body stood on end.

  I’d waited thirty-three years to scent my mate, far beyond the usual mating age. I figured since I’d always been attracted to males, which went against the tradition of our kind, nature wouldn’t grant me a mate. I was glad to be wrong.

  “What is it?”

  I ignored Jonah’s question, instead focusing on finding my mate.

  I followed the intoxicating aroma that warmed my chest and breathed fire into my groin. I threw open the door to the gas station and stalked towards the back, following the heady scent.

  Short, stylish dark brown hair came into view over the shelves of the aisles. As I rounded the last corner I came face to face with my mate.

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  Chapter Three

  BARRETT

  My heart thundered in my chest as his scent berated me. My body reacted with need, with a longing I didn’t know if I was ready to indulge in.

  I turned away from the freezer. I’d been trying to suppress my awareness of him. I’d attempted to focus on what I’d come in here for: a drink and some food to keep me going. I wasn’t prepared to find my mate. After all that had happened, I didn’t know if I was ready to be claimed.

  I scanned the back wall lined with freezers. I swallowed hard as his footsteps loomed closer. I took an unsteady breath, clenching my hands as he rounded the corner.

  I knew my eyes grew wide as I looked at him. He was tall, standing at least four inches taller than my five-foot-eleven frame. He was much thicker than me; his muscles bulged beneath his tight t-shirt. Heat bloomed low in my stomach. My nipples pebbled; my body responded to him naturally, regardless of what my mind was screaming.

  I studied his hard jawline. He had brown hair that was slightly curly at the ends and cropped close. I averted my eyes, refusing to meet his gaze. I knew by his stiff posture and intimidating stance that he was an alpha; he was a dominant. It both scared and exhilarated me that nature could give me what I secretly longed for. But quietly yearning for something and actually satisfying it are completely different.

  “Look at me,” he ordered. His husky voice sent shivers down my spine.

  I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Reopening them, I didn’t feel any more courageous; so much for being brave and demanding equality.

  My gaze cast downwards, I watched two thick thighs take a couple steps closer. Heat radiated off of him; goose bumps broke out over my skin. It was then that my wolf decided to stand, decided to rise to the occasion.

  “Do not defy me. I said look at me.” His words were delivered through gritted teeth.

  Slowly, I dragged my gaze up his body. I noticed the miniscule tremble in his limbs, as if he was holding back. What I saw in his deep brown eyes shook me to my core. He didn’t bother hiding his desire for me; he didn’t bother to cover up his waking emotions. Every second that ticked by, I was drawn deeper into him. In that moment in time, it was as if his eyes were a pool I needed to merely wade through to reach his soul.

  Fuck. I was never this sappy. This was new. I was already under his spell. My hands itched to caress his tight body, to thread my fingers through his hair as he devoured my lips. What I wouldn’t do to squeeze his biceps as he drove his cock into me.

  Almost immediately, I sensed the change in the air. His arousal wafted towards me. A leering smile curled his lips as his tongue darted out to wet them. Shit. If the promise in his eyes was anything to go by, I was in for it.

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  Chapter Four

  DREW

  My wolf howled at the desire mingling in the male’s honey brown eyes. He was softer, longer muscle compared to my solid mass, but I could tell there was a fierce fighter in him. He was fighting his need to submit. He was fighting his body’s reaction to me. It didn’t stop him from lifting his chin as he finally met my gaze. It also didn’t stop his body from shuddering sweetly beneath my prowl.

  My cock throbbed as it curled up towards my stomach. My need surpassed a physical desire to possess him though; it shot straight to my heart, it was embedded in my soul. I didn’t even know his name, but I knew he was mine. That was enough for me.

  I studied him as he clenched his jaw, still fighting his hunger. “What’s your name?”

  His eyes shifted, looking their fill of me. They narrowed as they met mine again. “Just because we’re meant for each other doesn’t mean we have to be together.”

  I growled, my wolf fighting to break free and force him to take back every word. I leaned in close, loving the way his breath escaped him as I hovered near his lips. “I don’t share what’s mine.”

  He swallowed hard and took a tentative step backwards. I smiled devilishly. My sexy mate was digging his own grave; or better yet, stacking up his punishment with every denial, every defiance.

  “What is your name?” I over annunciated each syllable. I pressed my lips together, glaring at him, willing him to answer me.

  My cock ached to be buried deep inside him. I was going to make him pay for prolonging my pain, especially since I knew he was feeling it to. He could try to push past his physical yearning, but he couldn’t hide the evidence of it. His dick pressed hard and long against the crotch of his jeans, and his tight little nipples strained against his thin, black V-neck tee. If the physical signs weren’t enough, his arousal swarmed deep in my lungs, permeating my chest, driving my own need up with every inhalation of him.

  “Barrett,” was his one word answer.

  My gaze trav
eled down his athletic body. His lean muscles flexed beneath my gaze. It was obvious he didn’t want to acknowledge that I affected him just as much as he affected me. He was a submissive, that much I sensed, yet I couldn’t help but think he didn’t want to be one.

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  Chapter Five

  BARRETT

  “Are you going to tell me your name or are you going to analyze me all day?” I snapped.

  Damn it. This alpha made my knees weak. I hated feeling less than. I hated him knowing that he had an affect on me. All the feelings I thought I’d destroyed by killing my last alpha, by proving my worth to my old pack, returned with a vengeance. There were feelings of inadequacy; a fear of being dismissed. Just because he was my mate didn’t mean he had to love me or even respect me. Mating was a physical thing; it didn’t require more.

  “Drew,” he stated. I watched as he crossed his arms over his pecks. His chest pumped outwards to meet his arms, his biceps bulging under their new position. His eyes sparkled with amusement. “I make you nervous.”

  I wanted to deny it, but it was the truth. There was no use lying if he’d picked up on it. I’d be damned if I stood there, letting him further cut me down though. I turned from him, swung open the door to the freezer, grabbed a large bottle of water and headed for the counter.

  I didn’t have to turn around to know he was on my tail. I felt him. I felt his energy cocooning me. His scent filled my lungs with every breath, his arousal tickled my balls, driving my own longing to the tip of desperation; his heat surrounded me even as I tried to escape it. He was everywhere. And that’s when I knew there would be no escaping him.

  I abruptly stopped, turned and faced him head on. As if he was in sync with me, he’d paused in his pursuit, watching me closely, carefully. I sighed, trying to bury the last few days as it inched further to my surface. My wolf fidgeted, unease wracking his limbs as we stared directly into the hard stare of our mate.