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

by Christin Lovell

  She swallowed hard, her smile faltering. She was right where I wanted her.

  Unfortunately, my strength was slipping.

  The longer she remained laid out for me yet unclaimed, the more difficult it was to focus. I’d waited too long. I’d pushed my body to the brink, shoved my wolf into a cage and held him off for fourteen months. That was unheard of. The delicate balance between man and animal was teetering. Steadily my wolf was gaining ground, and I, the man, was losing his footing.

  Shit. I closed my eyes and turned my head away. I balled my hands into fists, fighting the urge to shred her panties and drive into her. Fuck. I’d dreamed for so long about kissing her, tasting her, feeling her beneath me, but now… My pulse skyrocketed as adrenaline surged within me. Shit. I was fighting to remain in control. I’d wanted her in this way, longed for her in this way for so long, but now, I was too preoccupied with a wolf who was making heavy, painful strides towards the surface.

  I felt her hand touch my cheek, but it was too late. Not even a rock hard erection could keep me grounded.

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  Chapter Eight

  MICHELLE

  I caressed Bryan’s face. His features were twisted tight, his brows pinched together in pain. That’s all I saw was pain.

  My heart splintered as his body began to tremble.

  His head whipped towards me. His eyes flew open. They were the familiar color, the dark chocolate I loved, but there was something new in their depths. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”

  He closed his eyes again. When they reopened this time though, they were glowing a bright honey hue. Every breath he took was a snarl, like a beast’s puff in the early morning.

  He pinned me with his stare. My entire body froze. I couldn’t run, even if I wanted to.

  A world of emotions passed through me in that moment, as if my life was flashing before my eyes. I knew I was gazing upon the supernatural at his surface. I knew I should be scared. But I wasn’t.

  I searched deep within myself, seeking what I thought was buried far beneath. Alas, I came back empty. Bryan had hurt my pride by sending me away earlier, but he hadn’t destroyed my connection with him. My soul still longed to twine with his.

  I was drawn to both parts of him. The longer I gazed into the eyes of his wolf, the more enraptured I became. The idea of the supernatural was nearly unfathomable. Humans talked, they speculated, but we never believed we’d come upon it.

  But I had. I wasn’t merely observing it though. I was mated to a werewolf, to an alpha male with a beautiful animal within him.

  No. I wasn’t scared. I was in awe. I couldn’t believe that I’d been blessed with him. I couldn’t believe that I was lucky enough to be a part of his life; that I would be a part of their lives forever.

  Bryan’s muscles began rolling beneath his clothes. He clenched his jaw as the first snap sounded.

  I could tell he was fighting it though…for me. “Let go, Bry. Please, just let go.”

  He leapt off the bed. His clothes buckled as he hunched at the waist, a loud roar echoing throughout the room.

  I sat up, watching him. I needed to make sure he was okay. The instant his body began contorting though, I was forced to close my eyes, looking away as painful cracks and pops sounded. There was a fast melody of bones breaking, muscles ripping and clothes shredding. It sounded grueling. I couldn’t imagine going through that.

  I felt a drop of water hit my chest. I opened my eyes, looking up at the ceiling instinctively for a leak. When tiny splashes continued to hit me, it suddenly dawned on me: tears. They were tears, not water drops. I was crying.

  Damn. I knew love. I understood the concept of love, but never understood the depth of love until this moment. Seeing him suffer, mentally acknowledging what he was going through, and knowing I could do absolutely nothing to help him, killed me.

  My chest constricted; my throat dried up as I glanced back at him. I sucked in a deep breath as he shrugged. It wasn’t a man I was seeing any longer though. It was a wolf. My wolf.

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  Chapter Nine

  BRYAN

  Though she was no longer in color, I could still see her beauty.

  Her breasts spilled over her arms, which were wrapped around the upper part of her soft stomach. She’d crossed her legs Indian style. What stole my attention though was the erratic rise and dips her chest was making. I heard her sniffle. It was only when I concentrated that I saw the liquid streaks pouring down her face.

  She frowned as she peered down at me. “Sorry.” She used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears. “That sounded painful.” She rolled her eyes, laughing at herself. “Oh God. I’m talking to a wolf. You probably don’t even understand me. You just know that you want me, right? And yet I’m still talking…”

  I leapt on the bed, crouching low before her. Damn. As a wolf, her scent was intensified. It made my mouth water and my desire soar. She was definitely mine. I only needed to declare it to the world by marking her.

  “Um, you probably want to bite me, right?” She nibbled her bottom lip.

  My wolf rumbled. He was patient enough not to spook her, but impulsive enough to strike quick. He’d waited too long. I couldn’t blame him.

  In a split second, he sprang onto her, knocking her back against the pillows. Immediately he found the ligament between her neck and shoulder and bit down.

  “Ah, fuck!” Michelle winced.

  Having gotten what he wanted, my wolf howled with delight, quickly retreating for me to take over, for me to finish the job.

  My body slipped back into human form. The process was less brutal, the pressure less intense as my figure reshaped itself.

  The moment she noticed I was human again, she slapped my chest. “I’m making it mandatory that all werewolves take a TLC course. That sucker hurt.”

  I couldn’t hold back my smile. This was the woman I remembered. This was the woman I loved: confident, sexy as hell and feisty. I knew she would hold her own as my better half and my partner in leading the pack. She was human, but she had everything I wanted and everything I needed.

  I nipped the tip of her nose. “I’ll make you forget all about the pain, sweetie.”

  She sobered; the anger drained from her expression and was replaced with concern. “Are you okay?”

  God, I was such an asshole. I pushed her away for fourteen months, yet she never faulted me for it. Earlier today, I went off on her because I thought she wasn’t happy with me and it turned out she thought I wasn’t happy with her. Now, I’d gone off and bitten her, hurt her, and she was asking if I was okay. How had I gotten so lucky? Her ability to love me in spite of my flaws was humbling.

  “I should be asking you that question,” I said.

  She grew thoughtful for a moment, her gaze moving through me before refocusing on me. “I’m sorry about earlier today. It was a momentary slip in my self-esteem.”

  “We all have those moments.”

  A single brow went up. “Even the alpha?”

  I laughed. “Even the alpha. In fact, I’m having one right now.”

  She frowned. “Why?”

  “Because I’m naked over you for the first time and you haven’t even bothered to look.”

  She narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips. Her sass was coming through before she even spoke. “Well, I’ve been mostly naked under you for a while but the only thing you’ve touched is my hips.”

  “Oh, I plan to touch every part of you, sweetie. I plan to make you writhe and scream, and I don’t plan to stop until you beg me.”

  “Someone’s cocky.” Fire blazed in her eyes. She was challenging me.

  I leaned in close, pressing my body firmly along hers. “Just remember, you asked for it.”

  My lips crushed hers as I unleashed my inner longings for the first time. Electricity sizzled between us as my body came alive, my cock throbbing against her panties, the last barrier between me and fully claiming her.

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  Chapt
er Ten

  MICHELLE

  Awareness thrummed my body as his lips collided with mine. His hands swarmed my body, grabbing, pulling, stroking.

  I responded to his touch, moving with him, against him. My pussy pulsed, my inner walls sopping with desire.

  His lips were like sparklers, searing my skin, sending heat throughout my body from that one connection point. His hands were hot and demanding, manhandling my curves with finesse.

  He abruptly pulled back, growling. He sat back on his knees, perusing me. His eyes dipped down before rising back up; I struggled not to fidget as he lingered at every curve, every swell, licking his lips each time he studied my breasts. Finally, he met me with that intense gaze, the one that melted me. His eyes narrowed marginally as his pupils dilated. His lips pursed, swollen from dancing with mine.

  God he was gorgeous. His body was beautiful plains with dips and swerves. His muscles were clearly defined, but not overwhelmingly raised. His biceps were the largest, physical proof that he could hold me and defend me.

  My focus slid down to his cock. It stood tall, curving up towards his stomach. The head was a shroom of purple, appearing stretched to the max, as if the pressure was nearly too much for his member. A single large vein pulsed against the underside of his cock, the side on display as his erection strained upwards. His balls were drawn tight. There was nothing hanging, and the individual egg shaped orbs were very visible through the taut skin.

  When I lifted my gaze to his again, a gush of heat spread through me. He’d been watching me the entire time. He knew that I liked what I saw, based off his lips curling upwards in one corner and his eyes glittering with amusement and excitement.

  His move was barely visible to my naked, human eye. His hand swung down, gripped the front of my panties and ripped them from my body. I knew my eyes widened, shocked by his fast action.

  His gaze dipped down to my pussy. He stroked the small patch of hair above it. “Mine. No one is to see this, taste this, fuck this, but me. Got it?”

  I swallowed hard, my breasts swelling further, my nipples tightening unbearably, to the point that a whimper escaped me. His possessive words singed my body, further ensnared my heart.

  It took me a minute to recover, to get over the pride swelling within me, the joy bursting from within me. I sat up, not caring if he saw my tummy roll or my breasts sag.

  He watched me as if I was the predator, as if I was someone to fear, someone unpredictable. I liked that bit, rejoiced in the minimal leverage it gave me.

  I raked a single finger from the bottom of his sac up to the tip of his cock, teasing a line up his center. “This is mine. Any one can see it when you shift I’m sure, but any other time, no one better see it. Period, no one better touch it, taste it or fuck it, but me. Got it?”

  Without warning, he pounced, knocking my back into the bed. The moment I inhaled to catch my breath, he drove his cock balls deep inside me. My inhalation morphed into a breathless gasp as sensations wracked me, sending pleasure shooting through my limbs, liquid heat pooling in my core.

  He hovered, centimeters from my face. His low snarl vibrated through me, jolting me with a fresh desire. As he dragged his cock down my inner walls, delicious pleasure mixed with a throbbing pain. I hadn’t realized how far he’d stretched my pussy, how much he filled it. Fuck.

  He kissed my lips, capturing my moan as he jerked back in, the head of dick pecking my cervix. A shudder worked through me as he slowly slid out again.

  God. He was teasing me. He was torturing me with a snail’s pace.

  He trailed his mouth down my neck, placing a soft kiss over my wound as he thrust into me. Pain mingled with pleasure again before he slipped back, his body moving with his cock.

  My breathing was heavy as I faced him, observed him.

  He hid nothing. His muscles shook as he held himself over me. I knew he wanted to go faster. I knew he wanted to thoroughly fuck me, not move in and out of me at a turtle’s speed. I didn’t dare tell him what to do though. I knew the limits I could push him too. This was too intense though; he was too tense.

  He shoved back into me, his mouth capturing a taut peak as he rolled the other one with his fingers.

  “Fuck!” I cried out, my mouth falling open as pleasure seared my breasts, trailing outwards in rapid bursts.

  He continued his assault of my nipples, his cock stayed for the moment. His moves above were somehow connected to my pussy. Every brush of his tongue, every flick of his fingers caused sensations to rush my core, caused liquid desire to ooze around his thick member.

  He methodically slid his cock through my tight channel as he kissed a trail down the valley between my breasts. The second he pounded back into me, his mouth captured my other breast and a new hand covered the other.

  I couldn’t stop my moan as my body wound tighter, despite the pleasure licking it. I shivered as his cock hit my cervix again. He overwhelmed me.

  His hands were skilled in their caress. His mouth was slick with its tease. His cock tortured me as it slipped in and out of me, tormenting my sensitive flesh. His rhythm meant his cock pressed against every nerve, drew out as much pleasure as possible before slipping away and then driving back into me again.

  Perspiration licked my temples as his dick moved back, gliding back to the entrance. He stayed there, making me wait patiently as his mouth scorched the flesh of my upper body. His hands stroked my thighs before moving up to my hips then up to my stomach. They groped my breasts, his thumbs swiping across my throbbing nipples, before skating up to my arms.

  He captured my lips as he lifted my arms over my head. He caught both of my wrists in one hand, his other moving back down to tease a tight peak. God, how was he this patient? I yearned for his cock to pummel into me, making me gasp for air every time his balls slapped my flesh, an exclamation point to his move. I didn’t understand how he remained in control when I felt so out of control.

  My body hummed with awareness, vibrated from the beautiful sensations he was thrusting upon it. He kept me guessing. He kept me on edge as he moved in and out of me, as he tasted and touched every part of me without losing his torturous stride. My womb fluttered as the head of his cock breeched my pussy again. My muscles clamped down, preparing for the onslaught of erotic adrenaline that would shoot through me. Tiny jolts sizzled my breast as he continued to play with my nipple. Who knew a single hand could derive so much pleasure? His lips burned against mine, his tongue tangling with my own, his teeth nibbling the soft flesh of my lips.

  I didn’t want to admit it, but I didn’t know what I’d been asking for. This was nothing like my previous experiences. Despite never touching it before, he seemed to know my body better than any man ever had. He’d wound me tighter than anyone before. I wiggled beneath him, craving for his cock to move again, to punch into me.

  He pinched my taut nipple, sending pain mingling with the pleasure again. I winced as he pulled away from my lips. “I’m in charge. Don’t fight me.”

  I couldn’t explain why I whimpered when the rest of me sizzled with delight and enthusiasm. I loved this alpha. I loved when he took charge. There was nothing sexier than a man who knew what he wanted and went after it.

  I just wished he went after it a little quicker, speaking about both past and present.

  He leveraged himself over me, each hand capturing a single wrist above my head now. His gaze searched mine before he plunged into me.

  I moaned, my back bowing off the bed, seeking the warmth of his body hovering half a foot over mine.

  He continued his punishing pace. I was beyond frustrated. My need was so high; my body was wrung so tight. I was teetering in this unfamiliar zone of intense agony mixed with sweet pleasure. Every lunge sent pleasure rocking through me before the ache returned with a vengeance, my body was literally in pain, begging to be set free.

  My muscles bunched; my womb twisted around itself, putting pressure on my pussy. My breasts were swollen, aching as my nipples stretched toward
s him, pinching unbearably as he ignored them. The weight of my enlarged breasts seemed to constrict my chest, crush my lungs. Every breath was a harsh inhalation as air fought its way to my lungs.

  Sweat touched my brow as his cock lingered at the entrance of my pussy. I didn’t know how much more I could take. Tears stung my eyes as he slowly slipped through my folds. Pleasure zapped my core before an intense pressure killed it. Oh God, I ached. I clearly didn’t know what true longing was before.

  “Please, Bry.” My voice cracked. He ignored my whispered plea though, even as tears began to stream down my face.

  I closed my eyes, suddenly swimming in a pool of emotions. I didn’t know where they came from.

  “Look at me, Chel,” he ordered, halting his movement.

  I faced him. I knew my eyes were begging him because my body was begging me, pestering me for release. The throbbing was beginning to overwhelm any pleasure I’d previously been able to draw from his intimate connection.

  He moved my wrists back into a single hand, his other moving down to wipe away my tears. “Do you trust me?” His voice was soothing, his tone a soft caress to my firmly wrung body.

  Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded my head ‘yes.’

  He kissed my cheeks. “Then let me take care of you. Believe it or not, I know your limits. I’m watching you closely. I’ll know when you’ve hit a wall. You’re close, baby, so close.”

  My heart warmed and a bit of the pressure eased. This was about more than claiming me; I should have known that.

  He kissed my lips, teasing my body into unwinding a bit more. “You’re so beautiful, and you feel like fucking heaven. Trust me, sweetie, as torturous as this is for you, it’s double for me. You don’t know how bad I want to flip you and fuck you like the savage beast I am. But you deserve better. You deserve to come away knowing how strong you are as an individual, how giving you are, how much pleasure your beautiful body is capable of. I love it all.” His cock descended, sending shivers down my spine as it caressed my channel. He surged forward again almost immediately, sending bolts of pleasure ricocheting through me. “I love you, sweetie.”