Alphas of Summer: A collection of shifter romances

by Lia Davis

  “Open up for me more, my love, and relax as much as possible. We’ll take this as slow as we need to.”

  She ran her hands up his stomach to play in his chest hair. Her touch made him want to plunge in and take her all at once. Pausing in mid stroke to regain control over his body, Asher took a beat and continued. There was no way he was ever going to ask Daryl not to touch his body. He craved it too much.

  When he was ready to proceed, Asher pushed in with a little force to widen her opening. Daryl grunted but stayed with him. It pained him to know that he would bring her pain before the eventual pleasure he hoped she’d experience with him.

  Lying down to gain access to her beautiful nipples, he began to suck. This drew another moan out of her. In conjunction with her moans and tightening nipples, her inner walls relaxed and flexed a little more. Asher alternated between breasts enjoying them way more than he should as his thrust grew in range and force. He was almost inside. She trembled beneath him, enduring the pain in silence. The next thrust was the opening he needed to be able to move in.

  Capturing her mouth in a kiss so passionate his heart sped up, Asher thrust in, powerful and deep two times until the last virginal barrier broke before him. The walls of her vagina pulled him in, contracting and tightening around his cock. It was his homecoming. He knew beyond a doubt she was his mate.

  “Mmm,” she moaned as he continued to move deeper inside her, advancing slowly, inch by inch.

  This was happening. They were joining, and he would have her as his mate. Daryl caught the slow, deep rhythm of his thrusts and joined in answering in kind. He didn’t want to ruin their mating with a lot of talking, but this was the best sex he’d ever experienced. His cock swelled within her, loving the tight, hot, welcome her body gave him.

  “More,” she moaned, opening her legs wider still.

  He obliged filling her channel with his swollen cock. When he thrust in this time, she arched up and into him, meeting him in pleasure. Her hands ran down his back to grab his ass cheeks. Her body pulled as her hands pushed to take as much of him in as possible. Asher could no longer contain himself and pushed in deep to his balls. They sighed in mutual satisfaction.

  Increasing his tempo now that he knew she could handle his cock, he allowed their bodies to dictate what happened. She was softer than clouds, and yet strong and sure in her lovemaking. Daryl met and answered him with every thrust.

  Pulling her legs up more and wrapping them around his hips threatened to make Asher come out of his skin with pleasure. But, it was accompanied by her soft chanting of his name, “Ash, ooh, Ash, yes, oh please, don’t stop, Ash,” that drove him up the cliff to orgasm.

  “I want you to come for me,” he said, rough and ragged with aroused intensity. “Use that tight pussy to finish milking my cock dry.”

  Her response was the clamping down of her vaginal inner walls around his cock as he pulled back. The sensation was erotic as fuck. This woman had control over her body in ways he could never imagine. His capacity to love her exploded into an all-consuming primal desire that invaded every part of his makeup. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. His drive to both please and protect her fueled his pursuit of a mutual orgasm with her.

  Instead of announcing it, Daryl’s leg started to tremble, her pussy clenched him even harder, and he felt her juices gush as he drove in hard and fast.

  “That’s it, Mate. I love you.” He panted through exquisite ecstasy.

  Continuing the short climb to the tip of his own mountain of climax, Asher hugged her tight, making sure not to smother her as his orgasm exploded hard and deep within her. Daryl held onto him in a vice grip as they joined as mates. He managed to catch her eyes and hold them captive as they rode out this sensational climax together. His hot seed burst into her deep and hard, and it was the best feeling.

  She smiled as the haze of their climax started to release them from its grip. When she unfolded her legs from around him, Asher wanted to protest. He loved being inside her. If he could, this is how they’d always be, sleep even. Still semi-erect and far from satiated for the night, he did what his dragon needed to do.

  “Daryl, how are you? Are you all right? I need to know.”

  She continued to look at him as her eyes glistened with moisture. “I’m hella fantastic. Better than all right.” Leaning up to offer him a kiss, she added, “I don’t want to spoil this, but I feel different in the most amazing way. You are my mate. I know that without doubt or worry. And, I’m yours.”

  “That’s true. We’ve claimed each other. And, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you get to use the easy love to love me each day from here on.”

  Again, she kissed him. He loved her openness in bed. It matched her everyday personality and demeanor. Daryl was refreshing, deep, his peace, and sanctuary.

  “I love you, Asher Princeton,” she said.

  The simple but immensely powerful words took root in his heart and blossomed into the vow he knew she’d made.

  “I love you too, Daryl Livingston, Junior.”

  Her smile was infectious, but it was the swivel of her hips that set his cock hard as a rock again.

  “Ooh! You want to go another round?” she asked, continuing to swirl her hips around his hardening cock.

  “Fuck yeah,” was all he needed to say.

  They made love, offering each other their everything through the wee hours of the morning until they lay in each other’s arms spent and drowsy. Asher got up and went to the bathroom. He found one of those small towels he wanted in the little closet. After he had wetted it with hot water, he returned to his mate and proceeded to clean her. He didn’t make a big deal of the streaks of red he cleaned, appreciating them as the virginal offering and aftermath of their joining. The process of exploring the most intimate parts of her body with that towel and his hand was the perfect icing on the cake. When she took the towel, and returned to the bathroom, only to come back with it hot, he lay back and allowed her to do the same for him. Who knew aftercare of his mate would be even more enjoyable?

  He saw Daryl look out the window to see the night was giving way to the new day.

  “I need to throw on some pajamas. Something tells me, Brock will be in here in a little while.”

  “And you’d be right,” he said, getting up to look for a t-shirt and a couple of pajama shorts. “Here, wear this.” He tossed her a t-shirt and pair of his pajama bottom shorts. She picked up the shorts and eyed them. “What?” he asked, hoping he hadn’t offended her, but wanting like hell to see her wearing his clothes.

  “Nothing. I’m trying to see if they’re big enough.”

  “Why wouldn’t they be?” he asked, confused.

  “Because my hips, thighs, and ass are huge, that’s why.”

  “No, they’re perfect. And those shorts will more than fit you. Trust me; I’ve sized up your ass on more than a few occasions and know the size by heart.”

  “You did—you do?” she asked, surprise in her expression.

  “Yeah, Daryl, I wasn’t kidding when I said you had me the moment I first heard your voice.” Zoning in on the shorts that sat on the bed in front of her, he asked, “Please? At least try them on.”

  She grabbed them up. Scooted out of bed and pulled them up. On her, their length swallowed her up, but she had enough room in them to be comfortable. Surprise continued to do beautiful things with her facial expressions. She grabbed the t-shirt and put it on too. The thing swallowed her up as well.

  “Okay, I stand corrected. You do know your women’s sizes. They both fit.”

  He couldn’t let that misconception stand and said, “Further correction. I could give a flying fuck about other women. The only size I know and care about is yours. And, thank you for wearing them. You look—”

  “Like I’m yours in them?” she said, finishing for him. “I’m starting to get it now. You’re my dragon, and I’m your woman. Your dragon wants to know that I’m yours. If wearing your clothes to sleep in
makes your dragon happy, I’m happy. Asher, I really do love every part of you in part because I know you have the same love for all of me.”

  She let out a yawn and stretched. Climbing back in bed, she patted the space next to her and said, “Come back to bed. I’m ready to go to sleep.”

  Putting on a pair of pajama bottoms too, he turned off the night light and joined her in bed. Daryl snuggled in close as he folded her up into his arms. When they found that spot to sleep, he sighed in complete bliss. In the waning darkness of his room, he had to get it out. “Daryl, I want to marry you as soon as possible. Just putting that out there for you to chew on. Sweet sleep.”

  Chapter 15

  Daryl—Asher’s Bed

  “Itsy, bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out,” the little voice sang in a loud whisper.

  Daryl cocked an eye open, as little fingers made a tickling trail up her arm. Big, clear green eyes moved in to look her close in the face. He smiled. Still trying to focus entirely, but knowing it was Brock, she returned the smile. His little hands took her face in them as he turned her to look at him full on.

  “Hi Daryl,” he said, trying to whisper but excitement winning.

  She could hear Asher’s deep breathing. It had been a hypnotic sound that had put her into a deep sleep. Unlike nerve grating snoring, his breathing was deep and rhythmic and the right thing to put her into a deeply relaxing state.

  “Yes, Brock?” she said, loving how cute his sleep face was.

  “You’re in Dad’s bed.”

  “Yep.” She didn’t know how quite to explain why. So, she kept it short and waited.

  He looked over to his sleeping dad and then back to her and said, “Cool! Does this mean you’re going to stay with me and…” he paused and looked back down to her arm. Instead of singing out loud, she saw his little mouth moving to the words of the nursery rhyme as he resumed his trail up her arm with his fingers.

  “And what? You can’t leave me hanging like that, Brock. And what?”

  “Never mind.”

  “No, we’re friends, and friends say what needs to be said. And what?” She adjusted her body to give him her full attention and to face him. “Brock, is my being in your dad’s bed okay with you? You can tell me, promise,” she said, using a kind tone in her whisper.

  “Yes, I love seeing you here. I didn’t like you being over there in the other house.”

  “Then why won’t you finish what you were going to say.”

  He looked back up at her from his fingers dancing on her arm. “Really?”

  “Yes, indeed. I’m going to wait until you tell me,” Daryl said, hoping the child wasn’t scared to ask her why she was here or something else that she’d done to offend him.

  Brock huffed out a breath and said, “I want you to be my mom. Does this mean that you’ll be my mom? Dad needs you, and you’re here for him. I need you too.” She watched emotions stronger than a child his age should have to deal with wash through him. Daryl rubbed his arm for courage. He smiled and continued, “I don’t want just to be friends anymore. I need you to be my mom. Will you?” Big eyes looked up to snatch her emotional composure

  Don’t cry. Can’t lose it in front of him.

  Her heart ached with all the joy and emotions rushing through her.

  Opening her arms, she said, “Come here.” When the child obeyed, she put him under the covers with her and cuddled him in the crook of her arm. “Listen to me carefully.” She kissed him on the top of his head, marveling at how much hair the kid had. He remained silent, but she could hear his breathing too. What was it with dragons and the way they breathed? On Brock, it was the cutest thing. On Asher, it was a sexy sleeping aid. Shaking the thought of Asher and how she wanted a morning quickie, she focused on her moment with Brock.

  “Brock, my love, I’d love to be a mom for you.” She could feel his smile. “But, I need to ask you to do something for me. Will you do it?”

  “Yes, anything for you, Daryl.”

  She smiled. “Boy, one day a woman is going to swoon when you say that to her.”

  “Huh?” he asked.

  “Nothing, forget that part. What I was asking is that you never forget that your mom is that—your mom. She was here first. Know that I love you too, but I will never be able to take her place. I won’t even try. She’s your mom. I can be something cool too. It’s important that you keep a special space for her always, okay?”

  He huffed out a breath again. “Okay, but it’s hard.”

  Concern for what he said, had her pulling him in more. “Why is it so hard?”

  “Because I don’t remember her. She left and never came back.”

  “Oh, I see.” Daryl was at a loss for words.

  A deep voice, full of sleep startled them.

  “Brock, I know it’s hard to remember her, but I have some more pictures and things of her I’ll add to your room when we get back home in Atlanta. I know you might not remember this or fully understand, but she died, and that’s why she’s not coming back. That’s different from leaving on purpose.” Asher’s words gave Daryl way more information to work with.

  Here she thought it had been a divorce situation where she’d be the stepmom, and it was a widower situation. As if reading her thoughts, Asher said, “She died after we were divorced. We’ll talk about it later—promise.” He punctuated that by closing the space between them in bed and reaching over to his son to run a hand over the child’s face in play.

  “Dad!” Brock said, starting to giggle.

  Asher said, “Buddy, it’s time to get you up and ready for your first day of camp. Aren’t you excited?”

  Brock took a beat to answer. “I guess so. I’m more excited about Daryl being my new mom! Daryl, do you want to go to camp with me today?”

  It was Daryl’s turn to laugh. “Um, that’s going to be a no. Camp is for you and all the new friends you’re going to have. I’m too big for camp. Plus, remember, I have grownup work to do while you’re off having all the fun.”

  “Okay,” he said, dragging the word out. “You’ll be here, in this house when I get back?”

  Before she could answer, Asher spoke up, “She sure will. I’m keeping her here with us for the rest of the summer. And…” Daryl could feel Asher’s eyes on her now. “When we go back to Atlanta too. How does that sound?”

  Daryl watched as the two gave each other a high five.

  “Hello, I’m right here,” she said, laughing at how excited they were about her whereabouts.

  “We’re never letting you go,” Asher said, planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth. He leaned in and whispered, “That’s on my list of stuff to discuss with you too. But, so you know, I’m not playing fair. I know the power the kid has over you too.”

  She giggled and kissed his neck, loving the stubble from his overnight beard. Light coming through the slats of the bedroom window blinds was brighter. Her maternal instincts kicked in and Daryl was getting up and grabbing Brock.

  “All right, Brock, we need to get you ready for camp and some breakfast in that tummy of yours.”

  Asher was right behind her. “Brock’s clothes for the day are laid out on a dressing table in his room.” To Brock, he said, “Please show Daryl where your room is, grab your clothes, and then come back here to get dressed.” When they were at the door of Asher’s bedroom, he added, “Don’t forget your shoes too.”

  The next hour was the Brock show. A whirlwind of activity overtook the household as the family got Brock ready for his first day of day camp. She fixed a quick breakfast, and they all sat down to eat at the kitchen dining counter. It was her first real meal with them as her new family, and the emotions were close to the surface. Using more energy than she’d assumed she’d need, Daryl managed to make it through breakfast and the rest of getting Brock ready.

  She combed his hair, making a cool gelled hairstyle for him to make a great first impression.

  “Daryl, I like how y
ou comb my hair. Dad’s way hurts and I still look the same.” She watched as he checked himself out in the mirror and smiled. “You win for hair combing. Can I have a hug?”

  “Of course, you can. I’ll always make sure to have hugs ready for you.”

  When Asher called up to them to come down, Daryl helped Brock into his car seat. She was about to turn and go back inside when Asher said, “Hey, wrong way. You’re coming with me to drop him off. Can’t have him going off to camp on his first day without his family there to send him off, now can we?” Asher said the last part looking back at a now hopping Brock.

  “Yeah! Get in mom!” Brock said.

  The name caught her off guard, but she let it pass. The ride was short—too short—and then Brock was waving goodbye as his assigned camp counselor took him by the hand and led him over to a small group of kids his age. Asher pulled away from the curb of the local school that was the drop off point, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Daryl balled, letting the tears flow.

  “Hey there, what’s the matter?” Asher asked.

  “Brock called me mom.” Tears gushed now. She couldn’t stop them or how her voice cracked from the intense emotion of what it all meant. She didn’t want him all alone. Daryl continued, through full on crying, “He’s so little, and we left him there. Is he going to be all right? When do we go back to get him?” Even to her, she sounded cuckoo but didn’t care. Brock was so little to be gone by himself all day.

  “He’s fine, and we pick him up at five.”

  “Why so long? Isn’t school normally until three?”

  “Yes, I guess so. Brock’s only been in kindergarten, and that was half day. He starts first grade in the fall.”

  “But he’s going to be gone all day, like a work day. He’s only a little kid. That’s too long,” she said, allowing a new round of tears to come.

  Asher pulled over to the side of the road and unbuckled to hug her.

  “Daryl, my love, Daryl?” he said, pulling her back from the well of tears she was swimming in. When she looked deep into his eyes and considered how he’d stopped everything to give her his undivided attention, she calmed down a bit. Asher smiled full and gorgeous. “Brock is a dragon. He’ll be fine. It’s the other kids I’m more concerned about. This…” he said, motioning to her face, “are a mother’s care and love. It’s adorable, but I can’t have you being a wreck until he gets home.”