Alphas of Summer: A collection of shifter romances

by Lia Davis

  Chapter 6

  Delia panted. Sweat trickled down her neck to her chest. Luke’s tongue licked across the top of one breast, dipped into her cleavage, and came up over the other breast.

  She couldn’t stop herself from rocking her hips and leaning into his touch. “Please, Luke. Touch me.” She tried to wrangle her hands free.

  “I am touching you.” He gave her wrists a squeeze and dotted a kiss to her breast then rubbed his beard against her skin. “Don’t you feel me?”

  “More. I want more.” Delia needed more. She needed his hands on her breasts. She wanted to feel his teeth scraping over her nipples as he sucked her into his mouth.

  Now more than ever she wanted to crush her body against his and feel him hard between her legs. All the nights she’d dreamed of this, all the showers when she’d imagined how it would feel in his arms were nothing compared to the reality.

  Luke Ravenwood was unhinging her, and she liked it. She loved finally giving into her desires. She loved that he wanted her.

  “What more do you want, Delia? Tell me how you want me to touch you.” He nuzzled further into her shirt, tucking his chin behind the top button and pressing down until the button popped free. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted to touch you since that day in your father’s office.”

  He nipped the fleshy mound of her breast then sucked the spot.

  “Yes, like that.”

  “A red blouse, black skirt, and heels so high your legs looked perfect.” He turned to the other breast, gliding his tongue along the edge of her bra. “I wanted to lay you on the desk, start at your ankles and kiss my way up to your pussy. I wanted to eat you right there.”

  He buried his face into her cleavage, sucking and licking, all the while a low growl rumbling from his chest.

  “You can have me now.” Delia would have ripped her own clothes off for him, if she’d been able. “Let go. Luke, let me touch you.” She wanted to hold him to her, to shove him back, to ride him.

  I want to feel you…” Her mind raced through all the things she wanted to do to him. “…inside me.”

  He looked up at her and smiled. “Remember, tonight it’s mano a mano.” His hands moved down her arms to her hands where his fingers intertwined with hers. “That’s all we’re doing here.” He brought one hand to his mouth, placing a kiss on the back, then licked his way along her index finger, finally sucking the tip into his mouth.

  Delia’s body all but burst into flames. She was now so wet she dripped. Her nipples literally hurt they needed so badly to be touched. Her shirt stuck to her slick back and tummy.

  She nodded. “Hands. Yes. I want to touch you.”

  Slowly he pulled her finger from his mouth, his tongue curling around it. He smiled. “I want you to touch me, but you’re not going to, not yet.”

  A pout shaped Delia’s lips. Disappointment built. “That’s not fair.”

  There was no way she could have anticipated his next move. She was too lost in a haze of desire, need, and unimaginable willingness. At that moment she’d have done anything he wanted.

  Luke sat up, sliding to the edge of the seat and bringing both her hands behind her back where he easily held them with one hand. The other hand appeared between them, fingers wiggling.

  “Life is not always fair, Delia.” He worked the remaining buttons of her shirt open. “Like you wearing a damn jacket so I couldn’t admire any part of your body until now.” With two fingers he snapped open her bra, letting her breasts fall free.

  “My God, you are beautiful.” He cupped a breast in his hand.

  “Pinch me. Please.” She pressed her breast into his palm.

  “Yes, ma’am.” His thumb and forefinger closed around her nipple, and he squeezed then pulled. “Like this.”

  Delia nodded and rocked her hips. “Yes. Harder.”

  He did as she asked. Delia dropped her head back and saw the stars shimmering along the ceiling.

  “This is what you like. You want my mouth, too. Don’t you?”

  She closed her eyes. “Fuck. Yes. Please Luke. Suck one. Pinch one.”

  “Look at me.”

  She tilted her head toward him. Luke’s mouth came to hers, his tongue delving into her. Delia leaned into the kiss, wanting to taste him, to give herself over to him. She wanted him to be hers.

  His hand opened, palm cupping her breast, fingers claiming her. The hand behind her back yanked her closer, and when he broke the kiss, his mouth went straight to her other breast.

  A moan of pleasure escaped Delia’s mouth. She glanced down to see his fingers working one nipple and his mouth latched to the other. The sensations in both breasts tore over her, and she thought she might come just from this.

  She tried to wiggle her hands free. She wanted to hold his head to her, wanting to make sure he didn’t stop.

  He glanced up and smiled, his tongue flicking over the nipple. Then he shook his head. “Not letting go.”

  “Please?” Not being allowed to touch him was a form of torture Delia had never considered.

  “Nope.” He sucked then smiled a toothy smile, keeping her nipple between his teeth, tongue flicking it mercilessly.

  She’d wanted to touch him for months but would never cross the line. In fact, she avoided shaking hands, simply offering a nod whenever possible. There was no reason to torture herself by touching a man she should not have.

  But now, now that she was willing to let loose, now that she absolutely needed to touch him he wouldn’t let her. It was maddening.

  “You’re a beast.”

  His hand squeezed her thigh. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you’ve wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you from the very start.” He pressed into the tight muscle at her groin.

  Just another couple inches and she’d come. She knew that if he even grazed her clit, she’d come. She had no control. The man had managed to undo her.

  “Did you? Did you want me that day?” The thumb moved an inch, staying on the outside of her panties. “I think I saw hunger in those pretty blue eyes. I did, didn’t I?”

  Delia angled toward him, but Luke removed his thumb.

  “Ah. Bad girl.” He nipped her nipple, then licked the underside of her breast. “Do you want to come?”

  She nodded.

  “I couldn’t hear you.”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “When you’re alone do you think of me?”

  A knot tightened in Delia’s belly. She never discussed these sorts of things. She also never did these sorts of things in public. Under his watchful eye, Delia felt more naked than ever before. Naked and excited and finally free.

  “I think of you.” He brushed his knuckles over her panties, starting at the top and slowly journeying down to her pussy where he rubbed them back and forth. “I think of you everyday, a couple times.”

  He turned his gaze down, then cupped her, pressing his fingers to her core.

  “I’ve waited for you.” He exhaled, his breath breezing over her belly. “I’ve fought over that damn land when I don’t want it.” He looked up. “All I want is you.”

  He pushed the soft cotton panty aside, and his hand, hot and probing, explored.

  “Tell me if you’ve wanted me the way I think, the way I hope you have.”

  At that moment Delia knew if she gave into him, she’d be getting everything she’d ever wanted. Him. Luke was all she wanted.

  His fingers slid through her folds, two of them dipped inside. She bore down, forcing him deeper.

  Being on the brink of admitting all she’d wanted for more months than she cared to think about made her mouth dry. She licked her lips and managed to swallow.

  “Yes. Yes, Luke. I’ve wanted you from the first moment.”

  He moved his hand, fingers diving in and pulling out, thumb circling her clit.

  “Oh…yes..” Delia tilted her hips so that his fingers hit the exact spot she needed.

  Faster and faster he moved, deeper and deeper.

>   “Suck me, Luke.” She shoved a breast toward him.

  He took her nipple into his mouth and suckled, pulling it to a hard peak. His teeth worked the breast, driving her over the edge.

  Every part of her body, every muscle, every cell fired with excitement, tensing and waiting for release. She tossed her head back and cried out a moan she’d been holding onto for eighteen months.

  Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She rocked hard against Luke’s hand, unable and unwilling to stop. When she finally exhausted every possible surge of ecstasy, she sighed and glanced down at him.

  He removed his fingers and straightened her panties. When he looked up at her, he shook his head.

  “What?” she asked.

  Releasing her hands, he sat back. “Eighteen months.”

  “What?” She reached for his chest, splaying her hands over his hard pecs and feeling his heart thundering beneath his muscles.

  He covered her hands with his. “You really made me work for that.”

  She blushed. “I—”

  “You’re worth every minute of it, but if you’d given into me sooner, we wouldn’t have been fighting over a piece of land I don’t want.”

  Delia smiled. “Oh yeah? What would we have fought over?”

  Luke pulled her down to rest on his chest. “What position to try next.” He wrapped his arms around her, and Delia melted into his embrace.

  Short Seductions

  Shana & The Vampire, Story One

  Delia & The Werewolf, Story Two

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  Jenna & The Telepath, Story Four

  Liza & The Dragon, Story Five

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  Maria & The Angel, Story Seven

  Raquel & The Necromancer, Story Eight

  Abigail & The Warlock, Story Nine

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  Pieces of Three

  Okeanos Passion, Book 1

  Kim Carmichael

  Chapter 1

  "I can't believe it, we're finally at Anthros." Julian Chalis guided his ship into the island port. Boats of every size and shape graced the harbor, creating a busy thoroughfare where business, commerce and politics converged. Both he and his species needed to be a part of the incredible happenings and advances on the human island. "Drop the anchor."

  "Stop ordering me around, I don't answer to you." Even with his complaint, Porter Galen, his shipmate and medical specialist, complied.

  The splash of the anchor dropping into the water told Julian he would soon step foot on the main island of the archipelago, a place where the Lykans were forbidden, their appearance punishable by death. Julian secured the boat and joined Porter.

  "Why we didn't sneak on land is beyond me." Porter crossed his arms.

  "We would miss this." He swiped his arm in front of him. The landscape was exactly as the elders described. Multi-story buildings created a jagged horizon to paved streets, trees and bushes planted in perfection with people walking all about. Anthros radiated energy and excitement.

  "Yes, who would want to miss watching the prosperity of those who destroyed our island?" Porter slid on his suit jacket.

  "We are coming back better than ever." He smoothed down his suit. Their dark clothes would fit in perfectly with the humans, allow them to blend with the businessmen. Maybe once they realized the Lykans weren't the pariah or the enemy things would change and bring the prosperity they needed to reclaim their position in the Okeanos Federation of Islands.

  "Tell that to the four females we buried before we left." Porter shook his head. "Remember why we're here. Let's get what we need and sail home."

  "This will be easy, we already got the other supplies we needed with no trouble." He shrugged. Porter never possessed any vision, he only trudged through his life, his responsibilities weighing him down rather than using them as stepping stones.They left on their excursion with a shopping list of sort from those they left behind. Their foraging trips were necessary several times a year since the archipelago banished their kind, but they never dared visit Anthros. "They think we're diseased thieves anyway, let's find out what we can. Maybe enough time has passed."

  "Stop with your rhetoric. I'm not one of your believers." Porter motioned for him to walk ahead.

  "Give it time." He gave Porter a grin fit for a leader and disembarked the ship.

  A man in a white uniform stood at the end of the ramp holding a clipboard.

  "I told you we should have snuck on." Porter growled behind him.

  "We blend right in, that's why we scare them, don't worry." His shipmate always looked at the dark side, but no one was better with the details. He strolled over to the man.

  "Stop right there." The man tapped his clipboard.

  "Is there any trouble, sir?" He broadened the smile on his face.

  "I have no record of this ship coming in today. There is no identification." The man glanced between the two of them.

  "Oh, I apologize." Julian chuckled. He heard humans were always polite and he made every effort to be amiable. "This small boat is one of my hobby ships, we took it out for a quick sail to test it out, but I had a bit of trouble. We only needed to stop here quickly to get a part, we will be out of your way as fast as we can."

  "Hobby ship?" The official pursed his lips.

  "Yes, I've been working on it for years, finally got it seaworthy and now this." He exhaled as if everything was nothing but a huge inconvenience. "My female thinks it's all silly, but what would I do to get away from her?" With a huge laugh he elbowed the man.

  "Female?"

  Porter cleared his throat.

  Julian searched for the right word, the human word, and he had to make it come out without a hitch. "Wife." He forced out another laugh. "I call her female when she gets a little testy and needs a little discipline." Somewhere he also remembered their species liked to give out a little too much information. "She's not too happy about my hobby, so if I can just get back to her I would appreciate it. I won't be long."

  The man paused and made a notation on his clipboard.

  He held his breath, they had to find the medicine, but he swore the best way of infiltrating the humans was to come in like one of them, rather than sneaking and hiding.

  "All right." The man gave his ruling. "Get whatever part you need, but then get out of my slip."

  "Thank you. We'll hurry." He nodded and walked down the ramp.

  Only after they reached the main thoroughfare did Porter speak. "I can't believe your insane excuse, besides you don't even have a female."

  "It's fine, they think we are one of them, and that's the best cover." He slowed his steps to take in his surroundings. The structures seemed to shine, the people moved with purpose, power and excess. A long time ago Lykos possessed the same attributes, was a force to be contended with, but with the Great Relocation they fought to reclaim what was once theirs. They struggled to rebuild their species to their glory as well as live their day to day lives. He swore he would see the end of their days of being deprived, he would lead the Lykans into a new era where they wouldn't be lowered to stealing for the basic necessities.

  "Let's find the hospital and get off this roach infested sink hole. The city has been master-planned and organized into sections." Porter rushed toward a sign containing a directory. He ran his finger down the list until coming to the medical entry
with an arrow pointing left. "How convenient of them to show us the way."

  Julian read the sign, taking in all the different offerings on the island, government, shopping, food and entertainment. A blueprint to what he wanted for his species. "Incredible." As the word left his mouth, the air around him suddenly changed. The electric thrill turned into charged vibration coursing throughout his body, alerting his senses. He tensed, muscles rigid and alert, ready to transform at a moment’s notice to protect himself, Porter and his mission.

  "Julian." Though Porter only uttered his name, Julian knew the same warning reverberated through him.

  He scanned the area. The gleaming buildings towered over them casting dark shadows, the smiling people scurrying through their day disappeared, his instinct to shift escalated, they needed to get out.

  "Don't." Porter barked.

  A synchronized series of clicks echoed around them.

  The bear shifters from Aktrosos as well as humans surrounded them, guns cocked and aimed on them.

  "They hired the stuffed animals." The urge to change overpowered him, took over, and beyond his control fangs grew from his mouth betraying his true identity.

  "Stop right there. Make no mistake we will shoot." A voice boomed though a speaker. "Put your hands up, one shift will result in in your death."

  His focus darted all around him searching for a hole, any escape route. A quick shift and they could run. No one, human or animal could catch them or beat them. "We mean no harm to anyone," he shouted back.

  "They have us surrounded, we can't get away." Porter lifted his hands.

  "Your ship has already been seized with all the evidence of what you illegally took from other islands." The voice of doom clouded over him.

  "No." There had to be a way. Those at home relied on them to bring the medicine and supplies. The other islands forced them into stealing to save lives.

  "You have five seconds."