Red Hot Alphas: 11 Novels of Sexy, Bad Boy, Alpha Males (Red Hot Boxed Sets Book 2)

by Jo Raven

  “Okay.” I tried, but I couldn’t get much lift. “I can’t. My fingers don’t move like that.”

  “Anyone can do it, Shayna.”

  “I’m trying. I don’t have the most nimble fingers. I can’t do the Vulcan sign either.” I wasn’t trying to manipulate him into touching me again. I was literally too feeble and inept to do it correctly.

  He put his hands back over mine and I cheered inside. “No, like this.” His warm, manly hands tried to get me to move right. “You can fucking do splits but not wiggle your damn fingers? You drive me nuts. You just need to get a little lift. It’s not an airplane here.”

  I laughed. “I’m trying, Jason. Okay. Okay. Think I got it. How’s this?” My little wiggle was still pathetic and I cringed.

  “Uuuuh, total crap. But we’re not tryin’a impress Chinese investors, so, guess it’s good enough. Try picking up some food now.”

  I crimped a snow pea, but it cartwheeled out of the unattached tongs and sailed into his nose. I cracked up and slapped my lips. “Ohmygod. So sorry.”

  “Like hell you are.” He lifted a chicken finger, dunked it in duck sauce, bit down on his grin, and squinted his blue eyes in deviousness.

  “Jason! Don’t. Don’t you dare! No! No! I’m sorry.” I screamed and held my hand up. As soon as I cried again, “Jason!” he lobbed it at my chest and it bounced off me and onto the floor.

  “Oops. Sorry.” .

  “No you’re not. What the hell. You took aim and bombed me!”

  “Payback, brat.”

  I opened my mouth, shocked that he did that, and he swept the glob off my cleavage with his thumb and sucked it clean with a loud kissing noise. “Uh!” I laughed so hard. “You’re the brat. And I’m not afraid of you. You wanna pick a fight with me? I will slam you down any day. Any damn day.” And I did. Or tried to. I leaped onto his lap in a straddle and shoved him down with a palm crash on his beefy shoulders, but I should’ve known he went down too easy.

  Laughing, he quickly rolled on top of me. We were both suddenly out of breath, winded, abated, aroused. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, zoomed his face down and sucked and bit my breast where sticky duck sauce residue remained. I howled in surprise and could feel his cock growing hard against me. I ached like nothing else for him to kiss me, to kiss me hard and dirty, to claim my mouth like he just did my boob. I craved it with unmatched fervor, with the deepest longing, especially when he pulled up and looked down at me … wow, like that. He blazed into me. Our chests rose and fell together, and the sound of our respiration created a sultry detonation in the room. “Please, Jason. Please. Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Kiss me. I need your lips on mine.” I squished sobs behind my clamped jaws before they could fly out and shame me.

  “No. I’m not kissing you. I can’t.”

  “What, are you like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman or something?”

  “Like Julia Roberts? I don’t even know what that means.”

  “She played this prostitute who’d do anything with a guy except kiss on the mouth.”

  “Yeah, I guess, that’s pretty much my deal. I don’t readily serve up my cock, my mouth, or my heart to just anyone.”

  “But … you kissed Addison.”

  “How do ya know that?”

  “She told me, said you were an amazing kisser.”

  “She said that?”

  I nodded. “Please, Jason? We’re playing all fiery here. I crave your lips on mine. It’s not fair.”

  “No. You are not her, and her boyfriend happened to be screwing her at the time, so it was just part of a ménage scene. That fiery thing between us is exactly why I can’t. We’ll both get scorched. You’re too dangerous.”

  “I’m not. I just wanna ... feel your lips. Please. Just once. For like five seconds.”

  “No. It’s a bad idea, a bad, bad drug,” he said, but I couldn’t tell if he was referring to his lips or mine. His hand slid around my throat and he bent down and breathed hot and heavy in my ear before planting a gentle kiss on my temple. “Sweet baby.” He kept saying, “I can’t ... I can’t ... I can’t,” in a hushed voice like a mantra, but he failed to convince himself even as another, “I can’t,” left his mouth right before he placed it on mine with a nose breath of need. He drank me in and his hand at my neck slid back through my hair and under my head as his tongue surged in through my parted lips. He drove that clit-tickler in so strong and sure with a predatory claim. I felt like I was merging with the floor and shuddered against him as he slammed the slick stake into me, over and over again, that said I was his, all his. His slut. His brat. His property. His doll. His sunshine. His!

  Just a second ago, I was trying to muster up the strength to deal with another rejection, so my mind and body were shocked to be soaring from his deep, roving thrusts instead. God, he is an amazing kisser. My toes curled. His lips so perfectly attuned with mine, spanning wide then shrinking down to tighter circles in synchronicity. I sucked on and tongue-groped his heady offering with all my might, and he groaned sexy in the throat. I was hungry, aching with need, and so damn hot. He tore at my flesh with a barbarity that had me moaning and breathing faster against his driving tongue.

  “Ah, Jason.” I wrapped my legs around his back as his snaking tongue and frenzied handholds made my core burn. I mashed my tingling zone against his erection with hip swirls, and he grabbed a hearty handful of ass.

  He tore away to ravish my neck, his teeth scraping my flesh deliciously all vampire.

  Moaning his name, I rolled up into him, trying to get closer and rub against his soul. I broke. I gave up. I waved the white flag. I was so done fighting. I wanted my shorts off and out of the way so I could feel his hard, beastly cock up inside me. “Aahhh, fuck me, fuck me, Jason. Please.”

  “What,” he said, jerking up with a huff of annoyance and disgust on his face. And just like that, our sexy, hot kiss was over. He flew off my body and stood with his hands racing again and again over his head and through his hair. “Shit, Shayna. Shit!”

  I was still on my back, legs spread. I propped up on my elbows. “No, please. Don’t leave me, Jason. I want you.”

  “No! You don’t. Not really. You’re just drunk on lust. That’s why … err … that’s why I didn’t want to kiss you. Knew this would happen. I don’t actually want to be with you. I’m damn happy with my life. I just told you that. I also don’t want to ruin you. I’m warning you, I will thrash that body and tear you up, popping that ripe cherry, and you’ll get nothing for it. You’ll be some tarnished un-virgin with nothing, no ring, no boyfriend, no Dom, no damn dignity. Is that what you want? Really?”

  I blubbered and crashed in defeat. Tears ran. “No, I don’t want that. I just thought—”

  “Look, I’m not your type and you’re not mine. We don’t mix or go together. We’re like napalm and oatmeal. We make no sense. This started with a kiss, just a wee little kiss that you charmed out of me with the scent of your damn cunt glitter, and now, you’re begging me to fuck you? I am not fucking you! And I’m not kissing you again either. Got it?”

  I stood and pointed at him. “Whatever, Jason! Don’t act like this is all me. You’re the one who kissed me like that. You’re the one who got me all hot and bothered. You’re the one who grabbed ass.”

  “I do that to a lot of women, sweetheart.”

  “Oh, get real. Take some damn responsibility Jason and own up to what you feel! I don’t even care what you do or don’t do with other women.”

  “Oh, really? You don’t care that I slap other pussies with a crop and force women onto their knees to beg me for what they crave? You wouldn’t care about that? That they’re shouting my name in ecstasy, and pulling at my hair and clawing at my chest, and pleading for more, as I make them come with shudders and squeals no one else even comes close to providing?”

  “Errr, all right, all right! Stop!” Okay, yeah, I did care. I spun away at the deluge of nauseating images he planted in my
mind.

  “What I feel, Shayna, when I’m around you, is mostly frustration and fury. Sure, you’re hot and sassy like I like, but I can’t live by your stifling rules. I hate aching nuts. I hate freaking cold showers, which don’t even work. And I hate pussies I can’t claim as mine when they’re so damn slick for me.”

  I spun, fuming. “You’re so full of yourself, Jason, you can’t even see beyond the ridge of your monstrous cock. You want me, and you know it, so don’t put this all on me!”

  “Maybe. Some of the time. But I’m a man and a Dom with specific needs, and you with your prissy, self-deprecating, judgmental ways can’t bring me lasting satisfaction. I know you’ll be good for some other Dom, but that dude is not and will not be me.”

  “I fingered myself for you on your counter. How am I too prissy? I want to wait for intercourse. That’s it. I let you go down on me and pleasured you right back. I’m trying to break down my walls and self-imposed restrictions. I am trying. And pretty soon, I won’t be that hoity-toity girl you think I am. I’m gonna be the most eager cumslut and foot-kisser you have ever fucking seen.”

  “You’ve been all trash-mouthed since this morning. You’re swearing now? I don’t like that.”

  “Well, too fucking bad. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  He seized me by the throat, pulled me to his body, and clocked me in the rear with his palm. “Stop being a crude brat! Shut your damn lips, right now, Shayna. I won’t stand for that snotty attitude. You can grow in your submission, of course, but don’t you dare change for me. You hear me?”

  “Yeah. I hear ya. But it’s impossible for me to stay entirely a good girl. I’m starting to like, really like, being bad and bratty and raunchy because that’s what I want to be, not for you, for me. You have no clue how driven I am to perfection, how much I want to please. And when I rise a glorious phoenix from the ashes, you’ll have to come up with some other excuse to deny the attraction you have for me. I just wanted a kiss. A damn kiss. You’re the one who took it to another stratosphere. ”

  “Let’s be real, sweetheart. You said it, you wanted me. You still want me. In every way. But beyond this little short-lived adventure of ours, I can’t be yours, for a million and one reasons. Okay?”

  Eyes watering, I glued my scrutiny to the floor.

  “Look at me,” he insisted, rapping my face with his palm. “And damn answer me, woman, and tell me you understand that.”

  I looked up and shrugged. “Yeah, okay. You’re right. About the long term maybe. But right now, I have power over you, I have you by the nuts, Jason, Sir, just like the Dom in your song, and you absolutely hate it.”

  “You don’t know me! You have no clue what I want.”

  “Sure I do. You want me too. And when you finally come to realize that and are honest with yourself, it’ll be too late. You’ll have nothing but the excruciating prison of isolation you created for yourself. I’m not afraid. You’re the one being a chickenshit here. You ordered me to grow up? Why don’t you! Take your own advice and be a man.”

  He growled and went back to his dinner.

  For once, I bested him, and the only thing he had for a comeback was a grumpy growl. Ha. I did have him by the nuts.

  “Eat your food already and shut your cock-sucking trap before I stuff it.”

  I smirked in my win. “Yes. Sir.” I started shoveling in veggies with a fork because I wasn’t quite the master of chopsticks like he was, but I put the fork down and stared at him, blinking, waiting for him to look me in the eye.

  “Are you fucking testing me, brat?” He turned his head and glared at me.

  I shrugged and shook my head. “Nope. I’m just not really in the mood for Chinese food. I’d rather have something ... much more substantial.”

  The next thing I knew, he was bashing into my chest and whipping me over his shoulder with a painful crash. He carried me to his room, slammed the door and chucked me on the bed. I cracked up laughing. He was not amused to the same degree.

  I wrenched my clothes off before he got the chance to order me to strip. In a flash, I stood naked before him, waiting for his move, his order.

  He was a fuming beast, wind racing out of his nose, his fists clenched. His glower swore he was gonna bring me up to a new level of slut. “Sounds damn good to me.”

  My walls clenched when he literally tore the button off of his jeans with a hard yank. It sailed into the wall with a loud clack and stuttered on the floor. I jerked his jeans and underwear down and he slid me off the bed and onto the floor, but I landed sidesaddle in front of his calves. I tried to stand, but he pressed on my shoulders, refusing to let me climb past his waist.

  “On your knees. Now.”

  “Knees, Sir? That’s so yesterday. Can I show you something?”

  “As long as it’s from down there!”

  “Let me up. I promise you won’t regret it.”

  He was staring me down.

  “Bet you’ve never gotten head from a dancer before.”

  “What the hell are you talkin’ about? What’s that gotta do with anything?”

  “Let me up and you’ll see.”

  He wiggled his finger at me and I rose up on command like his marionette on a string. But he was about to become my puppet, my hot, sexy, brutish bitch.

  I spun around, facing away from him, and he grabbed my upper arm.

  “Shayna! You’re sucking my cock. Now. Stop jerking me around!”

  “Oh, I intend to suck you, Sir. But … like this.” I rose up on my toes and bent back until my face was lined up with his rigidity. I grabbed his butt cheeks with clawing fingers to pull him closer as I ravished him like only a slutty ballerina can.

  He growled, mmm, so sexy and hissed, “Damn, Shayna. Ohmygod.” He shook against my graceful assault of his goods, then snatched my right leg, extending it and pulling me into a split. “You’re so hot!” Jason smacked my exposed, swollen lips, already slick with my juices.

  Right. I am. I fondled his balls with delicacy as I kept my mouth busy on his stiff cock. I gleefully and eagerly worshiped my new god in a standing back-bend.

  Our moans and those loud splats filled the room with sexy music.

  I smiled as he spat my name out through gritted teeth. Yep. If I didn’t already own him before, I surely did now.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Jason

  Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling. I was planning on scening with my ray of sunshine, but after she sucked me blind, all I wanted to do was bash her walls in, so I sent the bad girl to her room. Subbies breeze by me without sticking, but this one, err, this bratty one, was coiling around my mind and nads like a viper. She annoyed the crap out of me.

  I don’t know when I ended up falling asleep, but I woke up with the need to wizz and the realization that the wild bondage sex I’d just had with Shayna was only a dream. But when I stepped out of bed, I tripped on unexpected limbs and crashed to the floor. “Ow! What the … hell?”

  She didn’t even stir.

  I got into a kneel and bopped her arm. “Shayna!”

  She shook her head, eyes closed, still out of it.

  “Hey! What are you doing on my floor?” My heart ran faster as her sleep haze dissolved.

  “What?”

  “You’re on my floor! Why?” Providing, she didn’t sleepwalk, this was an extremely subalicious move that made her even more desirable and my mind was reeling.

  When her voice rattled, “I’m so sorry, Sir. I had a nightmare, and he, that freak, came after me,” I knew she’d avoided my bed because she didn’t have permission to get in it. “Uh, this is so embarrassing, but I got … scared. I didn’t want to be alone. And I didn’t wanna wake you, or, do something ... bad.”

  “And what would be bad?”

  She sat up. “Um, sleeping up there with you, in your bed, without you saying I could.”

  I grazed her forearm with my knuckles. “Shit. You’re freezing. It’s chilly with the central air. Get in.”

  “
What?”

  “Get in my bed.”

  “Ya sure?”

  “Do I have to shout for you to recognize an order?”

  “No, Sir.” She scampered up and hit my mattress in a lazy sprawl, fingers curled by her head like she was waiting for me to tie her up. Moonlight turned her into a goddess.

  “Be right back.” I went into my bathroom, slammed the door, and hunched on my vanity to catch my breath and some damn sense. This girl was demolishing what I thought was an impenetrable wall, no, fortress. I don’t want her, I don’t, I don’t. And yet, after just one day, one damn day, I so totally did, in a way. Is it possible to want someone halfway? I wanted to hold her. I wanted to show her how beautiful and empowering submission can be. I wanted to protect her from getting broken or torn apart by some idiot pretending to be a Dom or some sadist who will prey on her innocence or whip that sassy, bratty tongue of hers into complete silence. That naughty talk was a delight to my groin, and it would be a crime of epic proportions if any man ever stuffed it entirely. I wanted her lips, her body, her whole being. I didn’t want her kissing any other dude’s lips! Or sucking their junk! Hell no. Especially not all backwards bendy like she did me. But … I didn’t actually want to be with her. Aside from the fact that I can’t sex her up like I want, she’d have rules, expectations, and silly romantic notions. I love being free, I love my job, I love my life. There’s no way I could breathe in her crushing arms. Plus, I have no desire to be a fulltime Dom again right now. It’s too much damn work and a huge responsibility that I sure as hell don’t want.

  I pissed and washed my hands and was still lumbering to find the strength to resist a woman who will get utterly destroyed by my perversion, crudity, and fickle desires. I was already rubbing off on her and she loved it, every bit of that badness. I didn’t want her to turn ‘bad girl’. Not that bad. Those skanky shitlings are everywhere. I can pick up a girl like that at any damn bar. I wanted her to stay angelic, innocent, and sweet. Still conflicted and shredded, I stormed out like a hurricane.

  She gasped and recoiled. “You’re mad. I’m sorry.”

  I climbed into bed with her and flopped onto my back with a huff. “I’m not mad.”