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

by Christin Lovell

  I let go of him, rising up and coming around to face him. He was gritting his teeth.

  I closed the gap between us, my cock merely inches from his lips. “You don’t want to indulge in your own pleasure, do you can give me some. Undo my pants, free my cock and suck it.”

  Despite the glare on his face, his arousal spiked, the scent of it piercing my nose. I smiled down at him knowingly.

  I braced myself for another rebellion on his part, but slowly he lifted his hands and undid my pants. A mischievous gleam shimmered in his eyes as he ran his fingers along my flesh above my pants. Methodically, deviously, he hooked his fingers around my boxers and pants at the same time and took his time sliding them down to the middle of my thighs.

  I allowed him to think he was in control for a bit as he slithered his hands along my thighs, moving up towards my bouncing erection. He wrapped one hand around my cock and squeezed tightly. Pleasure shot through my groin, causing me to shudder, testing my control. My wolf roared, clawing to break free, to flip Barrett over, drive into him and claim him.

  The little minx darted his tongue out to lap up the pearl of moisture on the head of my dick. I watched his every move, soaking up the way he indulged in me little by little. Little did he know that I was waiting for the right moment to strike.

  He twisted his hand around my shaft; my balls lifted, constricted to an unbearable degree as he sucked the head of my cock into his mouth. And that was my moment.

  I cupped his head and shoved my cock deep inside his warm, wet mouth until I hit the back of his throat. “Drop your hand and swallow.”

  Shock widened his eyes but he immediately complied.

  Fuck. He felt so damn good. I loved seeing his mouth around my dick, sucking me like a good pup.

  I steadily drove my cock between his swollen lips, still red from my earlier kiss. Slowly, the fire burning in his eyes shifted from bitterness to passion. He relaxed his jaw and opened his throat, giving me better leverage.

  Pleasure wound through me; his acceptance singed every nerve ending on me while his mouth sucked every ounce of erotic enjoyment to my surface. Before I knew it, my shaft was swelling, my balls nearly bursting beneath the tension as my muscles clamped down, my body on the edge of unadulterated bliss.

  Barrett’s eyes sparkled. He enjoyed the fact that he was giving me pleasure. It didn’t matter that I hid my emotions behind a mask; he felt the physical proof in his mouth, sliding over his tongue, in and out of his hot, wet hole that closed over my cock like a vise. He sucked me harder, his cheeks caving inwards as delicious compression caused intense, concentrated pleasure to surge through my groin.

  I fisted his hair, jerking his head back to thrust deeper into his mouth. His arousal permeated the air around me; his scent swarmed my lungs with every inhalation, intensifying my craving for him. And then he dragged his teeth along my cock, propelling me over the edge.

  My vision blurred as my wolf sprang free for a moment as I caved beneath the pleasure bursting from my groin. Sweet release tinged every nerve in my body; erotic fire burned through my veins, converging in my cock. My seed spilled down his throat. I groaned, my wolf roaring, as I continued to glide in and out of his enchanting mouth, my balls grazing his lips at I thrust to the hilt.

  He shivered as I pulled out of him. Immediately, I grew another erection at the sight of his swollen, red lips and flushed cheeks. His own shaft bobbed against his lower stomach, his own needs having not been met yet.

  And they wouldn’t be. Not until he surrendered.

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  Chapter Eleven

  BARRETT

  Watching Drew come was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Seeing his thick muscles flex beneath his need as he thrashed into my mouth without abandon spiked my own arousal. I loved watching him lose a bit of his control; I loved seeing him absorbed in the pleasure I gave him. And the taste of his semen as it slid down my throat lit up my taste buds.

  He was everywhere in that moment. He’d trapped me with his hands, stuffed my mouth with his cock and infused the air with his arousal and satisfaction. Every sharp breath I took was full of him.

  My body quivered beneath his strength. I took pleasure in his labored breaths and pulsing veins wrapping his corded muscles. Ever the dom, he quickly reined himself in and focused on me. Awareness washed over me, bringing my fear to attention again.

  “Up.” He thrust his index finger upwards, indicating his order on top of his verbal command.

  I stood, not bothering to fight him. I’d rather be standing toe to toe with him than having him looming above me. He was at an advantage in that position, and I was at his mercy.

  He took off his shoes, toed off his socks and stepped out of his pants and boxers. A second later he chucked his shirt clear across the room and returned his focus to me.

  My mouth watered at the sight of him. He was gorgeous. Light tan skin highlighted his buff physique. I wanted to lick every indention, every outline of his muscles.

  “Are you ready to talk?” He stretched a single brow upwards.

  I just stared at him, not bothering to answer him. If I wanted to talk, I would. He wasn’t going to drag it out of me by pushing me to the brink. I didn’t owe him anything.

  Shit. Even as I thought it, I knew I wanted to give it to him. I didn’t owe him, but I also didn’t like this barrier between us. If I was honest with myself, I longed to be skin to skin with him; soul unbarred to soul.

  He pursed his lips, crossing his arms over his chest. In one step, he closed the gap between us. His mouth hovered near my ear, his breath licking my flesh, sending tiny shots of beautiful anticipation through me.

  “Put your arms on the back of the sofa and bend over.” His voice was rough, thick.

  My cock throbbed as I tried to calm my excitement over what was to come. Curiosity drove me to obey immediately; need had me surrendering my pride as I bent over, gripping the leather couch and baring my ass to him.

  I heard him walk away. He left the room but returned a minute later. I felt his now wet fingers swiping over my anus. The cold temperature of the lube skyrocketed my eagerness. I pushed back into his fingers, but he moved them away. A second later a sharp sting his my right ass cheek. I inhaled sharply, clenching my teeth as the pain burned my flesh.

  “Don’t move unless I tell you,” he barked.

  I heard hard plastic being ripped open. I steeled myself. Only one thing came in that kind of wrapper, at least that we’d be using right now. He was definitely playing hardball.

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  Chapter Twelve

  DREW

  Seeing Barrett bent over, baring himself to me, warmed me. He trusted me, to a degree. A bond was being forged, deepening every minute that he stayed. He’d shown me that he cared; he’d been generous in his offering of pleasure to me. I couldn’t wait to watch him come. I couldn’t wait to see the weight of his emotions lifted off of him in the throws of pleasure. Slowly, I was building it. I smelled his arousal, and it was growing stronger by the second.

  I lubed the medium sized anal plug. I placed a strong hand on his lower back, holding him steady. I dragged the tip of it over his tight pucker. A harsh breath escaped him, luring a smile to my face. I loved seeing his squirm.

  I pressed the head of the latex plug against his hole, moving it in small circles to work him open. I took my time, not wanting to hurt him.

  Slowly the plug began to slide deeper into his ass. His hands squeezed the back of the couch, his white fingertips proof of the control he was exerting to remain where he was. Perspiration licked the skin over his stiff muscles.

  Once his pucker closed around the flared end of the plug, a soft groan escaped Barrett. Damn he was hot. I loved seeing the short ponytail dangling down from his ass. I gave the strings a tug, knowing that pleasure would shoot through him with that move. Sure enough, he moaned, the noise echoing through the room. My cock pulsed.

  I reached around him and wrapped my hand around his stiff
shaft.

  “Oh, Drew.” My name was a breathless gasp on his lips.

  My body warmed at the erotic satisfaction in his guttural whisper. Slowly, he was giving into me. Little by little, he was surrendering.

  I slid my hand up and down his cock. I swiped my thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-come over his swollen head. His muscles coiled; I knew he was fighting not to move. My wolf roared with approval.

  I released his throbbing cock, knowing his punishment wasn’t done. I delivered a sharp blow to left ass cheek, tugged on the tail of the plug and then slapped his right cheek quickly. He grunted before it melted into a groan.

  My thirst built, pleasure furrowing deep inside me with each tap of his ass, each yank of the plug and each cry he gave. I varied my strokes, leaving him guessing as to what was coming.

  On the twentieth smack of his ass, he finally broke, a sob wrenching from him. My lungs constricted, my heart surging at his bellows. I longed to hold him and comfort him. I wanted to wipe every tear away, but I knew he wasn’t ready for that. So I was forced to suffer along with him, to experience a bit of the pain wracking him.

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  Chapter Thirteen

  BARRETT

  Emotions swam to my surface with a vengeance, taking hold of me, choking me. Every swift connection of Drew’s hand to my flesh ripped off another bandaid that had lingered for far to long. Every tug of the plug sent awareness through my body; I was sensitive to my feelings, every single ounce of disappointment, of embarrassment, of inadequacy. The pain singed deep within my soul, yanking every dark thought to the surface, forcing me to face every haunting experience from my past.

  How the hell could one person unleash the fury of all I’d buried?

  I felt like a fucking pussy as tears streamed down my cheeks. He wasn’t letting me hide; he wasn’t letting me run. Instead, he was forcing me to bare myself, to face myself against my will.

  Flashes of my parents with their disapproving looks if my gaze lingered too long on a male swamped my mind. Still portraits profiling the disgust on others’ faces when they discovered my secret desires sprung to the forefront. Memories of chide remarks, hateful slurs and, the worst, revolting gestures had my emotions swirling, sucking every ounce of strength within me.

  Then there were the ones that ignored my presence. How could they act as if I didn’t exist? How could they look through me rather than at me? I was the pack beta for over ten years. I fought beside every other wolf in that pack; I worked hard every day to earn my keep, to maintain my position and uphold order. Damn it! I fucking deserved to be treated like an equal. Who I fucked had no impact on how I performed my job. Who I loved had no influence on my dedication to my family or my pack.

  Did they think I wanted to be gay? Did they think I wanted to go against the grain? Did they know how embarrassed I was to be such an utter disgrace to them that they would openly degrade me? Worse, I degraded myself by allowing it to go on for so long. How the hell can another man love me when I don’t even love myself enough to stand up to them all?

  Shit. Even when I killed the alpha, it was merely a moment when I lost control. It wasn’t that I was avenging my honor or demanding respect; it was that I felt so helpless that I spun out of control. I lost myself to the dark emotions; to a dark reality that was still haunting me. Drew was right. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t fucking run.

  I collapsed beneath the weight of it all. Drew’s arms flew around me, hugging me to him. He pulled me into him until we were chest to chest. He held me up, supported me the way no one else ever did. I threw my arms around him, reveling in the feel of him, in the scent of him; I loved the way he cloaked me, the way he swaddled me with his love.

  He kissed my forehead and cheeks as his hands drew circles on my back, soothing me. The way he held me, the way he held me up, didn’t make me feel weak. I should have felt like the most pathetic man on the planet, particularly with my wolf hanging his head and howling guttural cries along with me, but I felt protected and safe in his arms. I felt like he was trying to lift me up rather than tear me down.

  I felt his heart thumping against his chest; I felt his love pouring out over me, rocking me to my core. He ripped out every last insecurity in me and forced me to face it. He shredded my insides, caused every barrier keeping my dark past hidden to collapse.

  I gradually regained control of myself, feeling lighter and stronger as I did so.

  Drew captured my lips. He was rough, hard; he didn’t hold back. He threw himself into his caress. Plunging his tongue into my mouth, he slid it over my own, sparking a powerful desire deep in my groin.

  He pressed his leg against my throbbing erection, sending sparks of pleasure through me as his muscled thigh rubbed my cock. I groaned into his mouth, unabashed and uninhibited. He felt good against me.

  He bit my lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. He played with it before releasing it.

  “Ah, fuck, baby.” My wolf growled excitedly. My balls drew up, loving the way his teeth bit into my flesh before his tongue teased it. My ass tightened around the plug, having adjusted to it already, only pleasure singed the walls it pressed against.

  Drew grabbed one of my hands and led me down a short, narrow hall to his bedroom.

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  Chapter Fourteen

  DREW

  Holding Barrett tested my control. I longed to rip the plug out of his ass and thrust into him to the hilt. I wanted him to scream my name as I stroked his cock and fucked him to the brink of pleasure and back. My wolf was barely being contained, his need to mark what was ours nearly destroying our delicate balance.

  The moment Barrett was in my room, I captured his lips. Seeing him near all of my personal belongings, in my most intimate space, tugged at my heart, warmed my soul and drove my need to claim him and make him a permanent presence in my intimate space.

  His lips were soft against my aggressive touch. He yielded to my caress, his mouth pliable beneath my demands. He’d given in. He’d submitted to me, but he hadn’t surrendered all of himself to me yet. That’s what I was yearning for. That’s what I craved with a carnal, dangerous passion.

  I slid my lips away from his. I licked the pulsing vein in his neck before nipping his shoulder. He shuddered beneath my move, his mouth falling open under a harsh gasp as he squeezed my biceps.

  I tapped his ass in a loving, light caress. “Bend over, Bear.”

  He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening beneath my command. My cock pulsed upwards as he placed his palms flat on the bed and bent over. I lightly tugged on the anal plug causing Barrett’s arousal to intensify.

  I reached around him and stroked his shaft, hovering near the edge of the bed. With my other hand, I gradually began to remove the plug. I pressed my lips to his shoulder, loving the way his body shook beneath my assault.

  “I’m eventually going to fill your ass with my cock. I’m going to thrust into your tight hole over and over. And in the end, when you’re teetering on the brink of your orgasm, I’m going to claim you.” He released a rugged breath as the plug plopped free. “For now, I want you to lay back on the bed. It’s my turn to taste you.” I smacked his ass as I released his cock. I chuckled, my heart overflowing as he leapt onto the bed and rolled over in two seconds flat. He lifted himself on his elbows, peering at me.

  I stared into Barrett’s eyes, drowning in the pool of brown with striations of honey. His desires, his feelings, were unshielded in the depths of his gaze. My soul was doing a fucking dance over this man. My wolf was tearing me up inside trying to get closer to him. No one had ever affected me this way. No one had touched me the way he had in this short amount of time. He’d flung open a door I thought was long closed. I didn’t think nature would grant me a mate; I didn’t think I’d ever find love. He restored my faith after so many years of doubt.

  I swallowed my emotions and focused on his pulsing erection. I wagged my brows at him, eliciting a smile from him. He was gorgeous when he smiled. His face lit up,
his eyes shined, and I felt the pull from my head to my toes, luring me into his beauty. He was a little ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, and I didn’t care how mushy that sounded.

  I pressed my nose to his cock, running it along the sensitive flesh as I inhaled his musky scent. His tantalizing aroma flooded my lungs, rooting deep inside me. I could smell him miles away now. I would never forget his scent; the earthy, spicy, yet subtly sweet smell of Barrett was imprinted in my soul, stuffed deep into every fiber of me.

  I licked the tip of his cock; his pre-come assaulted my taste buds, zapping them to life as the taste of him ignited an overwhelming need within me. I longed to plunge deep inside him, but I wanted to see him lose himself in passion first.

  “You are definitely mine,” I growled.

  The tiny whimper that escaped him fed my hunger. I closed my mouth over his cock and sucked all of him into my mouth in one lithe move. I relished the cry he gave as he fisted the comforter in the wake of my surprise attack. His chest heaved, his muscles flexing as I moved up and down over his shaft. Steadily, he gave up a little more control, losing himself in the feel of my hot mouth wrapped around his hard cock.

  “Ah, damn, Drew,” he groaned as I rolled his balls with my fingers. His mouth was ajar, his eyes focused on me as I rewarded him for his good behavior.

  I continued my rhythm, working him into a tight ball of need, driving his thirst for release higher and higher, knowing his orgasm would be greater the longer he waited, and I’d made him wait a while.

  When he thrust to meet my mouth, I wrapped my arms around his thighs and clamped my hands on his lower stomach to hold him in place. I ran my teeth over his sensitive appendage before I nipped the base. He groaned, his jaw tensing as his body tightened beneath me. He was close.

  I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, circling my tongue around the oval. “Fuck,” he cried above me as he trembled. I smiled. Barrett was ready, my wolf was ready and I was ready.