Alphas of Summer: A collection of shifter romances

by Lia Davis

  Without words or explanation, Asher began a slow charm of her nipple, rubbing and thumbing it into a taunt summit of painful pleasure. Unable to reach the zenith of what she needed from his touch, Daryl removed her top. Asher pushed her hands away to finish by removing her sturdy, large-cup bra. He was quick to catch the weight of her breasts in his waiting hands as the soft, warm mounds of flesh swayed free from their feminine imprisonment.

  He sucked her bottom lip, licking it in a rapturous appeal to give him her all. This was done while the pads of his thumbs coaxed her nipples into tight nubs of delight. With a pop, he released her lip and plunged his head down between her overflowing breasts. Daryl gave in and arched her back, giving him full exposure to her breasts. One after another he devoured them, placing tiny, gentle but hungry kisses on them. When he’d successfully covered each one with kisses, Daryl cried out with tortured pleasure as he took a nipple into his hot mouth and sucked with demand and ownership.

  “Mine,” he mouthed over and over as he sucked, nipped and licked alternating nipples.

  Outside with the stars above was how this was supposed to be. They were free to explore and be with each other. The cares of the day and the world were far away to be dealt with in the hours to come. But, for now, she had him, and he had her in the sanctum of their private escape.

  Daryl gyrated her hips, rubbing herself against his ever hardening shaft. He moaned again and stopped.

  “Don’t stop,” she said, not caring that it was laced with pleading.

  “If I don’t, I’ll take you right here.”

  She refused to entertain any form of restraint from either of them. She’d make this easy for him. Leaning in to kiss him again, she plunged her tongue into his mouth moving her tongue in a duel with his like he’d taught her. Daryl managed to stand up enough to clear the width of the chair. Without losing contact of the intensity of the kiss, she pushed and wiggled her drawstring shorts down to the ground. Once she’d stepped out of them and kicked her flip-flops off, she was back on top of him.

  Asher was so caught up in the kiss; it took him a moment to realize she worked on the front of his shorts. Instead of the pause or protest, she thought he’d lodge, skilled hands unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. Daryl stayed the course determined to get what she wanted. Her hands searched to free his massive cock from the shorts and briefs only to realize he went commando. She giggled in spite of her determination to take the lead in this seduction.

  When she freed the head of his cock from the shorts, Asher’s hips instinctively lifted. Quick to respond to the opportunity, she released him from the kiss to concentrate on getting those damned shorts off.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shh, this is on my turf, my rules,” is all she said.

  He remained quiet, watching her next moves like a hawk. Daryl came back to straddle him again. Her pussy was so wet; she could imagine her juices dripped by now. Green eyes followed her hand as she gently closed her hand around as much of his shaft as she could. Daryl might be a virgin, but she knew the mechanics of how this was going to work. She’d watched enough porn and masturbated to glean the basics.

  Positioning his large flat tip at the seam of her pussy lips, Daryl took in a breath. She felt the hot stare of his gaze on her as she continued. She was in total control of how this went, and it was how she’d needed it to be. Rubbing his tip along the seam of her vagina’s lips to get it lubricated from her juices, she wasn’t ready for the sensations that zinged through her body. His cock was hard, thick and long with smooth, velvet skin. She paused to look back up at him. It was imperative she be looking at him for her next move.

  Staring back at her in the dim moonlit where green eyes, large, expressive, hungry, passionate and full of love. That’s all the assurance she’d needed to proceed. With a determination to breach her wall, Daryl exhaled and sunk down hard. The fire, pain and burning inferno that erupted inside felt like her body wanted to split in two.

  Large hands grabbed her by the waist pulling her back toward him.

  “Baby, why didn’t you tell me? I thought it might be true, but why didn’t you say you were a virgin?”

  Daryl trembled from the intense pain. She couldn’t form words at first, opting to ride it out before answering. When she was composed enough to string words together, they were reclined with her laying on top of him.

  “I thought I could make it quick.”

  He rubbed her back, allowing his fingertips to skim her skin.

  “Daryl, my sweet Daryl. I’m larger than most men. I could have really hurt you. We need to take this slower. How about we go to bed? You can rest up. I can wait for as long as you need.”

  “No, I want you now, right here.”

  “I don’t have any condoms, and I don’t want to take that choice away from you.”

  “I don’t care; and no, I’m not stupid. If this is going to work, I don’t want any barriers between us. As you know, I’m a virgin, and I don’t have any diseases. From all the folklore, I have heard and read, aren’t beings like you free from disease too?”

  His hand stopped tracing its imaginary route on her back. He said, “Yes, that’s true, but I didn’t think you’d know anything about that.”

  “When I was a kid I had a thing for dragons and read anything I could get my hands on about them. I believed they were real when I saw Japanese architecture built to allow them, I mean you access to fly through the buildings unhindered. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I gave up the idea that you existed.”

  His deep chuckle rumbled in his chest beneath her ear. “So, you’re a dragon groupie then?”

  “You laugh, but I’ve always admired the mystical.”

  “But, I’m real. Nothing mystical about it.”

  “And now that I know, I’m updating and expanding my capacity for knowledge on the subject. But to get back to the matter at hand, I want this with you tonight.”

  “And what if you get pregnant?”

  “And what if I don’t?” she countered.

  “Daryl, I owe it to you to give you a choice. The rhythm method is especially faulty with dragons.”

  “Fine, we can wait then, if you’re scared of getting me pregnant.”

  She didn’t know why this was so important to her. Usually, she’d be the first one in the car on the way to the local pharmacy to get whatever she needed. Why was this insatiable desire here to make her want to be with him right now?

  “I can hear the wheels turning from here,” he said. “What’s going on in that genius mind of yours?”

  “Oh, that I have the almost unquenchable need to be with you tonight. I can’t help myself. I hear my words and know that if this were any other time, I wouldn’t be so cavalier about something with so much consequence, but, it’s like the magnet that has always drawn me to you went into overload.”

  “Wait, did you say you’ve always felt like a magnet was present when you’re around me?”

  “Yeah, why? Are you going to make fun of me?” she asked, trying hard to push down the vulnerable rawness of her confession.

  His hand tilted her face up to look at him. Asher smiled and said, “We’re meant to do this. You’re right.”

  “How? Why the change of heart so fast? What do you know that you’re not telling me?”

  “It’s funny. I used to think the stories was a lot of malarkey until I met you. What we’re doing here, is an ancient rite of passage I thought was old folklore. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it’s real and happening to us. So you know, in the ways of the dragon it’s said that when a dragon meets his or her one true mate, the attraction is so strong it feels like a magnet pulling the two together. I’ve felt that way about you from the moment I met you. And this intense need to be together is part of the mating ritual.” He paused as if waiting to see if she had any questions. When she remained silent too enthralled with this tale to interrupt, he said, “If we make love in this state, it’s more powerful a
nd binding than conventional marriage. Are you ready for that level of commitment? We’d be bound to each other forever.”

  Asher stopped talking allowing those words to absorb into her understanding. Old doubts and fears tried to come to test her new resolve and outlook on life, but Daryl batted them down.

  She spoke up and said, “I want to mate with you. Do you want to mate with me?” There was no way she was going to ask him something so important without first putting it out there that she wanted it too.

  He hugged her tighter. She prepared to withstand the rejection that was about to come when he said, “I would love nothing more than to mate with you. It took my dragon to show me who you were all along. My dragon knew instantly, and I had some time to digest it. My only concern is that you might need time to work through it. Daryl, there are things about me that you won’t like.”

  “I don’t care. The universe is loving and abundant—not callously cruel. If there are things I won’t like, we’ll work through them. I promise.”

  He pulled her up to face him. “You promise?”

  “I do.”

  “You still want to join with me to be my mate? Remember, Daryl; there’s no undo.”

  She needed to make sure he understood what she wasn’t willing to agree to. “Before I answer that, I need to make sure we’re clear on a few more things.”

  “Like what?” he asked, sexiness tinting his words.

  “Like my work. I still don’t work for you or anyone else but myself. And, I am building my company. No matter what we decide to do, I want you to understand that I’ll have a life outside of being your mate or Brock’s whatever he’ll allow me to be.”

  She loved the huge smile he rocked. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way. How about this? You do you, and I’ll do me when it comes to our businesses. We can still help each other, but we have our separate companies and identities.” Continuing to hold her gaze he added, “What I don’t want is for you to lose yourself in my life. I love that you have your things going on. I love your genius, brilliant mind, and I’ll never knowingly do anything to squash the spark you need to keep all that flowing and going.”

  Daryl took a breath and let his words land on her. There was no way she wanted to be caught up in the moment and do something forever stupid, but she also didn’t want to doubt her gut either. Every day around this man made it harder to deny that he was hers and she was his.

  “That settles it then. I still want to be your mate.” She placed a kiss on his gorgeous lips. “I couldn’t see myself without you and Brock. I love him—and you so much. I’m so uncool that I fell for both of you so fast, it made me feel like a marshmallow.”

  “You love me? And Brock, too?”

  “Did I stutter?” she asked, mimicking him.

  “No, that you did not. Daryl, I know what love is. It’s the decision to make it work day in and day out, no matter how you feel at that time. Love is hard, its work, and it takes a lot of effort. Yes, I feel easy love for you, and I commit to working on the hard love for you when it demands that I do. Are you able and willing to do the same?”

  “Easy and hard love—that sums it up quite nicely.” She kissed his neck unable to stop touching and kissing on him. Thoughts of being with him and Brock for the long haul flashed through her mind. What her life outlook was and how she wanted him to stay in her life. Daryl said, “I’m willing to do the same provided you agree to somethings.”

  “Such as?”

  “I want more kids. Are you done or are you willing to have more children with me?”

  “I’d love to have more children. Brock needs siblings to knock the rough edges off him. Don’t you think?”

  “Yes, I can see that. By the way, is Brock a dragon too?”

  “Yes, but he’s a dragonling right now. His full dragon won’t manifest until he’s well into puberty. Right now, we’re dealing with the emotional side of being a dragon. His stubbornness, possessiveness, singular focus, cunning and a host of other things would be best for you to discover on your own are one of the reasons I’m spending the summer with him. I have to teach him how to deal with those primal urges and not make others want to smack him all the time.”

  “Wow, now that you mention it, I can definitely see he’s a little dragon. Would our biological kids be dragons too?” She held her breath not sure if she wanted the answer to be yes or no.

  “Yes. The dragon gene is predominant. If what they say is true, the kids will most likely look a lot like me too—sorry, Daryl.”

  She burst out laughing. “You mean to tell me dragons are so proud that they demand and control through DNA that their offspring look like them, too?”

  “Yeah, something like that. Hey, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’d love to have a child who looked exactly like you.”

  “Aw, now you’re trying to get me in the mood, but sorry for you, I never left it!” Daryl straddled him again and said, “It’s time to mate Dragon!”

  His laughter was the adult version of his son’s, and she melted inside.

  “Good, because it’s my turn to take over. And, this is our mating. I’m going to join with you in our bed—in the main house. So, I suggest you grab some clothes because I’m not letting you come back over here until we’re mated.”

  That was her cue to grab her clothes off the deck and a few more. Call her a whirling dervish because Daryl jammed everything she’d need including her laptop and notes, clothes and toiletries into her trusty backpack in under a few minutes. When she went to walk out the door toward the main house, Asher took her backpack, picked her up, and carried her from the guest house.

  “Why are you carrying me?”

  “Because it’s tradition. You’re my mate. This is the walk from your single life to a life with me, your dragon.”

  Emotions, true, deep and strong, overcame her as Daryl considered the magic and wonder of what it took to get them together and to this moment. She smiled through her tears as he looked at her, carrying her through the back door, up some stairs, and into a massive bedroom.

  After he closed the door and deposited her onto the foot of the huge bed that must be an Alaskan King, Asher came to stand before her, his cock straining against his shorts and said, “Strip. It’s time I claim what’s mine.”

  Chapter 14

  Asher—Master Bedroom of the Main House

  His heart threatened to explode with the sensations coursing through him. Here she sat on the edge of his bed, ready and willing to be his mate forever. He’d left a night light on that he sometimes used when Brock needed to find his way to his bedroom at night. With it as the only light source, it cast the room in a soft glow that allowed her enough illumination to see him and get acclimated to her new surroundings. The gentle amber of the light also showed him more of what he craved—the look of love for him in her eyes.

  That look couldn’t be faked, and he knew it was meant exclusively for him. The way she’d included Brock and a family in their discussion had been what sold him that she was serious about this. No matter what came, he knew she was a stick and stay sort of woman. They’d be able to face his disastrous business past that involved her father and a whole lot more—together.

  When she lifted her t-shirt, he held his breath. After she removed her bra to showcase those perfect breasts that gave him so much pleasure he growled. As she removed her shorts and panties to reveal the most beautiful feminine triangle, nestled between her perfect, smooth, thick thighs, he sighed with pleasure. But, it was when she crooked a finger to beckon him to her that his dragon burst forth.

  In a flash, he was on her, pinning Daryl to the middle of the bed. He smothered her giggle with his mouth, kissing her deep and long. Try as he might, it was too hard going slow with her. He rose to his knees and pushed his shorts down. His cock sprang out, glad to be released. Asher watched Daryl’s eyes train onto his cock. When he looked down, he saw the head weep with a little precum. He was more than ready to be buried deep i
nside her. With the taste she’d given him outside, his cock twitched and bobbed in anticipation.

  “Open up wide for me,” he said, voice graveled with passion.

  She obeyed, opening her legs to reveal her treasure. Daryl’s pussy glistened with moisture—a sign that she’d be ready for him soon. First, he’d have to work to stretch her a little bit more before entering her. Removing his shorts and tossing them somewhere behind him, Asher positioned himself so he could taste her. This had been something he’d dreamed about. Instead of trying to cover up or be shy, Daryl stared open and proud as he took his first taste of her. He wanted to stay here all night with how good her salty sweetness tasted.

  Pulling her into his waiting tongue, Asher read her body to bring her close to climax. Over and over he licked and sucked, enjoying how strong her arousal was for his ministrations. When he worked her clit with his thumb while plunging his tongue in as much as it would go, she came off the bed in pleasure.

  Daryl wasn’t a loud lover, but her mews and moans made his cock weep with want. He opened the lips of her vagina, spreading them wide to see her hymen was still somewhat intact. Even with her little stunt outside, it hadn’t been enough to pierce her secret veil completely. He marveled at how her pussy throbbed, contracting in anticipation of his finger.

  He inserted his middle finger, working slow to finish breaching her veil when she said, “No, stop. Not your finger. I want you inside me. That’s how it must be for me. I want you to have my virginity the way a true, full mating should be—no shortcuts.”

  “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. Trust me; I won’t break.” Then she smiled at him with warmth and sweetness that melted him, rendering him into putty. “If you love me like you say you do, do this for me.”

  What could he say to that? Only trusting himself to give her a quick nod. Asher positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and started the slow invasion into her virginal canal. Even knowing she was a virgin still didn’t prepare him for how tight she was.