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

by Christin Lovell

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  Chapter Fifteen

  BARRETT

  One second, delicious pleasure was twirling in my balls as Drew’s tongue caressed them, the next, I was gasping as pleasure shot through my entire body as Drew drove his cock into my ass. My legs were drawn back; he’d positioned his body above me, giving him the leverage he wanted and I craved to give him. My breath caught in my lungs as he pushed deeper than I thought possible. A shiver ran down my spine as my nipples strained, my dick throbbed and my ass stretched beneath his strike.

  Drew captured my mouth, muffling my groan as he slid to the rim and plunged back in again. Sensation wracked my body; his invasion had perspiration licking my brows as pleasure scoured my core.

  His tongue swept over mine, tangling with mine. His lips teased me as his cock fed my hunger, drove me to an even higher invisible peak. He thrust into me, nibbling my lips and palming my tight nipples. I was never a nip guy, but fuck if I didn’t love the way he played with them. He rolled my small peaks between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through my upper body, matching the pleasure surging through my lower extremities.

  Drew was everywhere. His scent, his arousal, his little grunts as he shoved into me. I loved the way his muscles moved beneath my hands. I loved the way he felt against me, inside me. He drove me to be better. I’d only known him a short bit, but he’d bared more of me to myself, given me more support and shown more love towards me in this short time than anyone ever had in all twenty-seven years of my life. Fuck if I didn’t want to give him the same. Damn my heart for cracking open and allowing him in so quickly. Damn my defenses for collapsing so easily under his prod.

  Feeling the sexy, muscled beast over me, plunging in and out of me in at a steady, even pace, pushing me higher and higher invigorated my wolf. My wolf growled, meeting his challenge thrust for thrust, roar for roar. Drew didn’t care what I was. He didn’t care if I was an alpha or beta. He only cared that I was happily his.

  He’d been right. Instinctually, he had known everything that I needed, and damn if I didn’t know that I loved him. I didn’t know how, I didn’t even care at this point. I love him. I loved his fierce determination. I loved the set of his jaw when he glared at me. I loved the way he felt wrapped in my arms; I loved the way I felt secure in his arms. I loved how open his pack was to his sexual preference, proof that he’d earned their respect. I loved the way he carried himself.

  I loved the way Drew knew me better than I knew myself. I loved the way he accepted me like no one else did. Damn it, nature. You had it right this time. I was a better man, a stronger wolf and a happier human with Drew.

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  Chapter Sixteen

  DREW

  Pleasure punched my groin as I pushed into Barrett. I kissed his cheek and jaw before nipping his shoulder. My wolf was anxious to mark him, to give him a permanent scar of ownership. I loved watching him writhe beneath me; I delighted in his responses to my touch.

  I bit his nipple. “Fuck, Drew.” I chuckled at his harsh groan of my name.

  Driving into him without spilling my seed had been tough. My balls were so tight that they hurt. My cock was lost in the tight channel of Barrett’s ass. Every time I plunged into him, the walls of his ass compressed around my dick, sending pleasure shooting through me, causing my control to teeter on a tiny high wire.

  I slid off the bed to stand, dragging Barrett’s ass to the edge as not to lose my rhythm. Under the new leverage, I stabbed him quicker, faster. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked his hard erection. Pre-come oozed from his tip as his breathing matched the ragged cadence of my own.

  I met his gaze. “I want you to jerk yourself. I want to watch you pleasure your cock as I fuck you in the ass.”

  A fire lit in his eyes as the scent of his arousal reached a new high. I could taste his arousal on my taste buds with every rugged breath I took. He trembled beneath my gaze as I watched his hand close around his stiff member. He roughly caressed his cock.

  “Fuck, yeah, Bear. Do you know how hot it is to watch you touch yourself?” I lost a bit of my control seeing him stroke his dick, watching as he squeezed his swollen cock while I pumped in and out of his ass.

  My limbs shook as my wolf scratched my surface. I was so close to losing control; so close to claiming him. My heart gushed at the sight of him writhing beneath me; I had no shame in pawning after him, seeking a soul deep connection with him. My protective barriers had crumbled so quickly with him; he’d penetrated the dark recesses of my core so easily. How had he gotten to me so fast? Damn if seeing the strong male break down didn’t rip my heart open earlier, and damn if I didn’t want to protect him from ever knowing that kind of heartbreak again in the future.

  Shit. I’d heard the legends, but I never believed they were true. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. I didn’t think it was possible. I was wrong.

  They said you always loved your mate before you ever claimed them, regardless of how quickly you did so.

  The truth slapped me in the face. I loved Barrett. I loved everything about him. I loved his stubbornness. I loved how intense he was. I loved his strength. I loved his heart. I loved how generous and giving he was. He was brave; facing a mountain of fear. There was so much that I admired about him, and that only drove me to want to know more of him; to love more of him. And that knowledge set me free; allowed my beast to break free.

  I yanked Barrett to me, his feet barely touching the floor as his body hit mine. I continued to plunge into him. I took over stroking his cock, roughly jerking upwards on it. His hands squeezed my shoulders as I gave him a harsh kiss. My lips seared his as my tight control crumbled.

  I whipped Barrett around and pushed him downwards, enough so I could claim his ass again. “Touch yourself. I want you to squeeze your cock, run your hand up and down it until you squirt all over,” I ordered right as my wolf took over.

  I shoved my cock deep inside him, my balls slapping against his. I felt the change begin. I closed my eyes, feeling the thick film coat my sensitive orbs. When I reopened them, I’d lost all color. I felt the sharp pain in my gums before it gave way to rigid pressure as my teeth elongated. My knuckles cracked, my fingers ached as my claws sprouted, digging into Barrett’s sides. I heard him jerking his cock, his whimpers filling the air as I fucked him.

  With my wolf released, the last of my control banished.

  I tripled my speed, driving so quickly in and out of Barrett I could barely keep up with the visual. His cries grew louder, my wolf’s roars of pleasure mixing with his. The gnawing ache settled into my gums again as my muscles tightened to a painful point. My balls drew high, the skin pinching snugly around them. A concentrated, erotic pull fisted my groin as I continued gliding in and out of Barrett. On the brink of falling over the edge, hearing his unbridled groans echoing around me as his muscles coiled, the walls of his ass nearly squishing my cock, I threw an arm around him as I bent into him and bit the appendage between his neck and shoulder.

  My wolf howled in delight as my seed spilled inside him, officially claiming him inside and out. My wolf immediately retreated, having gotten what he wanted.

  Pleasure rocked me to my core, as my nerves lit up like the Fourth of July. Heat converged in my groin as my warm semen painted the walls of Barrett’s ass.

  He screamed, his body trembling in my arms. I wrapped my hand around his cock, continuing to jerk him as I drove into him until the last shiver dissipated. I kissed his back and his shoulders, content to hold in right where we were.

  He placed his arms over mine as they encircled him. Our erratic heart beats and mangled breaths were the only noise in the room.

  Carefully, I slid free of Barrett, instantly missing the deeper connection with him.

  I spun him in my arms and claimed his lips. Gone was the urgency, gone was the overzealous caressing of his lips; instead, I softly, sensually teased his mouth. I savored the taste of him, the smell of him; I relished the fact that he was mine.


  “I love you, Bear.” I kissed his lips once again. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of him.

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  Chapter Seventeen

  BARRETT

  Shockwaves of pleasure still rolled through me long after I’d experienced the height of erotic pleasure in my life. I’d never come so hard, felt such a potent explosion of passion, of awareness, of feeling and life within me. Drew was all around me. With every breath, I drew him in. With every shiver, I felt him deep inside me. With every emotion, I felt him embedded in my soul.

  This was the stuff of legends. This was stuff of a girly fairytale, not real life. Or so I’d thought. If loving Drew reduced me to a pansy, then I’d gladly paint myself pink and bask in the sun all day.

  Hearing him say what I felt in my heart so quickly further rocked my core. “I love you too, babe.” I smiled up at him.

  His eyes drank me in. A smile lifted his lips; his eyes sparkled as he gazed at me unashamed of who I was. “When you’re ready to talk about what you let go, just let me know.”

  I nodded, knowing that when I was ready, he’d be there to listen, to love and to support me like anyone who loved me should. And likewise, if he needed to talk, I’d be there to listen, to love and to support him like anyone who loved him should.

  Being gay isn’t a crime. Loving someone, regardless of their sex, isn’t something to be condemned for. I had to leave behind a lot of people I thought were pivotal in my life to find solace and to learn the true meaning of love.

  At the end of the day, if there is anything I’ve learned from Drew so far, it’s that everyone deserves happiness. And if I had to be plugged and spanked into letting go of the past in order to experience it, then so be it…

  And if you have to be… So be it.

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  CONTROLLED PASSIONS

  Christin Lovell

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  CONTROLLED PASSIONS

  Copyright © 2012 by Christin M Lovell

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  CONTROLLED PASSIONS

  Drea has been best friends with Bren since kindergarten. He’s been there through everything; she’s suppressed her attraction to him to keep him there through everything.

  But best friends don’t keep secrets, right?

  Brendon knew Drea was his mate the first time he shifted. He’s fought his wolf’s desire to claim the plus size beauty and has refused to act on his attraction for twenty years.

  But everyone has a breaking point.

  Will Drea see that she belongs beside Brendon as his best friend and mate? Or will his secret destroy twenty years of friendship and his chance of claiming her?

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  Controlled Passions

  Preface.

  Just because you’ve known your best friend since kindergarten doesn’t mean you know everything about them. It doesn’t mean you know anything about them.

  In truth, it’s your faith in them, your trust in them that has you believing all they’ve told you. It’s because you want all they’ve shared to be truth, no secrets to be spared, otherwise you could all too easily question the foundation of your relationship.

  But there are some things that aren’t allowed to be revealed, secrets that aren’t entirely yours to share. There are those truths that shouldn’t be shared until you’re absolutely certain of who you’re trusting, and why you’re trusting them.

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  Chapter One

  BRENDON

  I heard the tightness in her voice. Immediately my lungs fought to expand, every hair on my body stood on end as awareness plucked my nerves. My wolf growled low and tight, making his presence known.

  “What happened, Drea?” My voice was calm, the opposite of the way I felt at the moment.

  She hesitated on the other end of the phone. She was good about putting on a solid front, but I knew her too well. She softly sighed. “It’s nothing.”

  Ah. The good, old denial routine. That meant it was bad. “Talk to me, sweetie.” My heart reached out to her. It was instinctual for me.

  “Me and John broke up.”

  My wolf nearly purred at the news. My angst fled as elation coursed my veins, kicking up my pulse. This time, I wasn’t waiting for another male to step in and snatch her up. I’d been waiting too many years to make my move. I’d been suffering much longer than any werewolf ought to when his mate had been in front of him nearly his entire life.

  She’s human; I’d been coddling her. My patience was dwindling though. It was getting harder and harder to keep my hands off of her, especially when it was obvious no other man was satisfying her, not that I was pleased with any man, aside from me, touching her at any point.

  I slowed down, focusing on her needs for a moment. “What happened?”

  “Oh no. I’m not getting into this over the phone right now.”

  I grabbed a shirt from my dresser. “Fine. I’m coming over. I’ll be there in ten.”

  “No-“

  I hung up before she could object, which I knew she was going to do. She didn’t play the damsel in distress role; she’d never taken advantage of me. I had to practically force myself on her for her to accept my help most of the time. It was instinctual to want to be close to her, to want to be there for her. She was my mate. No one else would ever come first. And tonight was the night I was going to tell her.

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  Chapter Two

  DREA

  I stared dumbfounded at the phone. Did he really just hang up on me? I shook my head.

  I tossed my cell phone onto the kitchen counter. I glanced down at my ensemble, frowning. It wasn’t like Bren hadn’t seen me at my worst. After my mom passed away, he’d been there to wipe away every tear, inadvertently witnessing dark bags beneath my eyes, snot running from my Rudolph nose and a depressed, broken woman who didn’t shower for days. I was a mess, yet he never said a word. He was my silent strength, my fortress through the storm. Near the end of our time together, over the course of those long days following her death, I thought I caught a glimpse of something beyond friendship from Brendon, but I put it down to a misinterpretation given my disheveled state; I wasn’t thinking clearly.

  Brendon and I had been friends since kindergarten. He was the first kid to steal my crayons, but also the first to stand up for me if anyone tried to tease me or hurt me.

  Over the years, we grew closer, despite following different crowds. Brendon was athletic, in excellent shape with boy-next-door good looks, while I was a plus size, with thunder thighs and doublewide hips, woman. He had dark hair, chocolate eyes, a nice tan and soft lips that a girl could lose herself in. When you added in that he was a nice guy, one of the good ones, he truly was the perfect package, while I was a sappy, sloppy walrus… or so I felt.

  I’d suppressed my attraction to Bren for years. He was my best friend, but he didn’t look at me as anything more. Why would he when he could have his pick of any girl in town? Any time we went out together, women practically threw themselves at him. He at least respected me in the sense that he never acted on the women’s bold advances in my presence.

  I sighed, putting on a pot of coffee. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

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  Chapter Three

  BRENDON

  My wolf hung in the shadows, anticipation riling both of us. I’d waited twenty years for this night; since the day I scented Drea
as ours in kindergarten. Back then I didn’t know what drew me to her, but after I shifted for the first time a year later, there was no doubt in my mind. When I checked with my dad, he confirmed it for me. Human or not, Drea was my mate. And after twenty years of secrecy, I was finally ready to tell her about my heritage, the dark side of me, the beast that dwelled within me.

  I took the steps up to her second floor apartment two at a time. Outside her door, I smelled fresh coffee brewing, mixing with her aroma: a floral burst that was ebbed by a hint of cinnamon apples, the essence of fall. She smelled like heaven.

  I knocked on her door, listening as she walked to the door, towards me. I leaned against the frame with both arms, waiting to peer down at her, to catch a glimpse of her beauty that never ceased to send my heart racing.

  I heard the deadbolt slide away before she opened the door. I smiled, my heart sprinting in my chest at the sight of her. She was dressed in a pair of short plaid pajama bottoms and a worn, oversized black t-shirt that couldn’t hide her ample curves beneath. Her dark brown hair sat it a messy bun atop her hair, exposing her neck and the edges of her shoulders, the connection that I longed to lunge at and bite. Her honey brown eyes welcomed me as she gazed at me.

  “Hey, Bren.” She left the door open for me to come in on my own as she headed towards the kitchen, presumably for the coffee she’d just brewed.

  My wolf flew into a desperate rage, anxious to get to her, as I watched her large, round ass sway on her way to the kitchen. I bit back a groan, immediately feeling the pull in my groin. It wasn’t enough to constantly be at battle with my wolf; I also had to battle my own desires. And damn, what I wouldn’t give to drive my cock into her pussy while smacking her ass, making her creamy, ivory skin a gorgeous red.

  I took a deep breath, trying to diminish my flaming need and beat down my wolf simultaneously, and closed the door. When I turned back around, she was leaning against the wall that separated the kitchen from the entry and living room. She had her head cocked and was eyeing me suspiciously.