Bad Boy Alphas Starter Set: Shifter Romance Books 1-3
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I climb slowly over her, still fully dressed. “Let me explain.” I grip her knees and push them up to her shoulders, spreading her wide. I stare down at the pink heart between her thighs, a growl of excitement rumbling from my throat. “I’m going to lick this pretty pussy until I’ve had my fill. If that takes eighteen hours, and you’ve screamed yourself hoarse, then maybe you’ll learn your lesson.”
She laughs that husky laugh that drives me fucking wild.
I let out a snarl and fill my hands with her ass, lift it until her delectable core meets my mouth, and lick into her.
She shudders, knees clamping around my ears. I lick the length of it, part her labia and trace around the insides with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs flex, and she lets out an unsteady moan.
“That’s it, beautiful, let me taste what’s mine.”
I suck her labia, nibble them before applying my tongue to her clit.
Her cries take on a higher pitch—the sound of desperation. I flatten my tongue and lap her from anus to clit, and she starts to pant and moan. I return to her clit and suck while I screw one finger, then two, inside her. The moment I stroke her inner wall, she shatters, her muscles contracting around my fingers, ass squeezing tight, pussy thrusting against my face.
I’m in heaven. Pleasing my female is clearly my purpose in life because I’ve never felt so powerful.
As soon as she finishes, I start all over again.
I bring her to climax once more. Then go in for a third kill.
She pulls at her bonds. “I can’t, Garrett,” she moans. “Too much. It’s so intense.”
“I know, baby. This is punishment. Who do you belong to?” I rim her, licking around her little starfish.
She squeals, clenching her ass, her whole pelvic floor lifting. “You! To Garrett, the most possessive, stubborn, domineering…”
“Uh oh.” I laugh. “Someone needs a spanking.”
Her pelvic floor contracts again so I know she loves the idea.
I roll her over, adjusting the tape on her wrists to accommodate the new position.
She waggles her ass, inviting my punishment.
I deliver a few swift spanks then rub away the sting. “You know what happens to naughty mates who try to leave the male who marked them?” I reach for one of the pillows and lift her hips, sliding it under.
“Wh-what?”
“They get fucked hard.” I spank her again, one smack on each side. “Are you ready for your punishment fuck?”
Her adorable bottom squeezes up tight. “God no.” There’s a giggle in her voice.
“Too bad, baby. You’re going to find out what happens when you displease your mate.”
I stretch her ankles wide and use duct tape to fasten each one to the bedposts, again using the method of doubled-up tape so I’m not using the sticky side on her skin.
Her arousal leaks between her thighs, back moves with her panting breath. My female is so excited.
I climb over her and put my lips to her ear. “You know what happens if you’re really naughty, baby?”
“What?” Fates, that husky voice. She kills me.
“They get fucked in the ass.” I spank her pretty ass a few times. “Do you want me to fuck your tight little ass?”
“No, sir.”
My cock jerks. I think it will probably jerk every time she calls me sir until the day I die. It’s so fucking hot to me when she submits.
I strip out of my clothes and climb up behind Amber, taking a mental picture of the way she looks facedown, spread-eagle, taped to the bed. I file it in the album I hope to soon populate with a million more erotic images: Amber strung up to a hook in the ceiling by her wrists, Amber leaning backward off the bed to suck my cock, Amber in every yoga position, naked, awaiting my command.
A growl starts to hum in the back of my throat. I fit my cock into the notch between her legs and rub the head in her juices. I slide my cock in slowly, teasing her by taking my time.
She pants, lifting her ass up and tilting her pelvis to give me better access. I sink in deep then draw out, almost all the way.
“No,” she whines. “What are you—”
I sink back in.
“Yes. That.” She sounds breathless.
I chuckle. “Who’s in control here, baby?”
She makes a show of pulling at her restraints. “You are, dammit. Get on with it!”
I pull out and deliver two quick smacks, one to each cheek. “You must want it in the ass today.”
“No. No, I don’t,” she answers quickly, and I laugh again. I grab a pillow and stuff it under her hips to give me a better angle, then I slip in again.
“Oh yes!” she cries out.
I never would’ve dreamed the uptight lawyer I met the first day would be this expressive. This responsive.
I dip into her again and again, keeping it slow and steady for several strokes. Then my self-control cracks.
“This is when you take it hard, sugar,” I warn. I brace my weight on my hands beside her head and plow into her, fucking her deep. If her ankles hadn’t been secured, I would’ve shoved her face all the way up to the headboard, my thrusts were so hard.
Her cries make me crazy, and my wolf goes into a frenzy. I fuck and fuck and fuck her some more, the sound of my loins smacking her ass filling the room, the sound of her cries filling my ears.
“Yes, yes, yes, Garrett!” she screams. Her muscles contract and squeeze in pulses, and I shove in deep to let her enjoy her orgasm. She finishes and goes limp beneath me. I pull out long enough to yank her ankles free then lift her hips until she’s on her knees, legs spread wide, ass in the air. Her face still rests on the bed, arms pulled taut over her head.
I slap her pussy. “Did you think we were finished, angel?”
She lets out a long moan. “I can’t. Too much...pleasure,” she mumbles.
“Oh you will take it, baby. You’ll take all the pleasure I want to give you. You know why?”
“Because I’m yours?” There’s laughter in her voice.
“That’s right. You belong to me. You’re mine. Forever.” I grip her hips and spear her once more with my cock after taking another mental picture. I slap her pussy again. “Are you ever going to try to leave me again, baby?”
“No, sir.”
Three more spanks right over her clit.
She moans.
“Naughty baby. Now I have to fuck you until you’re delirious.”
“I already am.” Her words are muffled by the covers and possibly slurred with lust.
I lean down to flick my tongue over her moist folds.
“Oh God,” she groans.
I may want to torture my mate with multiple orgasms, but my endurance won’t last much longer. I stand on my knees behind her and line my cock up with her entrance. I sink into her moist heat and groan. It’s even better from this angle. Fingers tight around her hips, I pump into her, own her sweet body, command it. My eyeballs flip back in my head. She feels too good. Too tight. Too hot. Too right.
My climax comes on like a freight train, barrels through me. I choke on a curse and fuck her right through it, plowing her as ribbons of cum erupt from my cock.
Time becomes slippery. I don’t know how long it’s been when my vision clears and I realize I’ve stopped fucking my new mate. I’m still pinned to her backside, balls deep inside her. My breath scrapes in and out like I’ve run a marathon.
Amber moans softly, a contented sound, and nuzzles the blankets. I rip the duct tape cuffs from her wrists and pull her to her side so I can curl up around her. She fits beside me like our bodies were made to nest together.
I stroke her hair back from her face. “You okay?”
She nods, a dreamy expression softening her mouth into a smile.
“How was that for a third date?”
“Mmm.” She reaches up and touches my face. “Epic.”
Epilogue
Amber
The sign outside Eclipse reads Closed for
Private Event. Inside, kids run through Garrett’s club. It took a while to get them warmed up. Most foster kids have been through ugly situations. They aren’t carefree. They hold back.
But when Garrett runs to the face-painting booth and shouts, “Face-painting is cool. Can I get a wolf?” it warms the kids up. The giant, tattooed tough guy modeling the wolf convinces every kid to get one just like it.
Watching him, my heart is full to the point of bursting. He has more than honored his promise of making himself worthy for me, not that I thought he wasn’t before. No, his clothes haven’t changed, and he still rides a motorcycle, but he takes steps every day to make our future beautiful. Like getting the plans drawn up for our dream house. And taking me on real dates.
“Alisa, are you going to get a Shirley Temple?” I ask the shy redhead who just went through the system with me as her representative.
Her wide green eyes lock on my face, but she doesn’t answer, which is pretty typical.
“It’s a drink. Sam is making them over there.” I point toward the bar where the young werewolf is mixing kid drinks.
Her new adoptive mom picks up her hand. “Do you want to try one?”
She nods, still staring at me.
“I’ll give you a tip—tell them you want extra cherries.” I wink and she smiles, revealing huge gaps where her baby teeth have fallen out.
“Who knows how to do the Cupid Shuffle?” Jared calls out. He’s playing both DJ and dance coach out on the dance floor, with Trey as his backup. They’re in the midst of the kids, shaking it with them in the mini light show.
The strains of “Cupid Shuffle” come on, and Jared takes a spot in the front of the group, leading them right and left, kicking and turning.
I’m smiling like a goofball, so touched at how generous Garrett and his pack are with these kids, who aren’t even shifters.
They’re good people. Wolves.
And I’m so honored to be included in their midst.
~.~
Much later, I press into Garrett’s solid, warm body as he motors up the mountain. The city has a light ordinance to keep it dark for the telescopes on Kitt Peak; few artificial lights compete with the night sky. A few months ago, I would’ve thought it was too dangerous to ride at night, but holding tight to Garrett, feeling his rock-hard muscles flex against my arms, I’ve never felt more safe.
The bike purrs off the road to an overlook. Garrett parks it and pulls me in front of him. We sit together and watch the show.
“That was a great thing you did today, opening up the club to the kids,” I murmur. “I didn’t know you were so good with kids.”
“I didn’t, either,” he chuckles.
“Well, you were awesome.”
“Am I going to get a reward?” He shifts me on his lap, and I feel just what sort of reward he wants.
“Mmm,” I stroke his rigid length under his jeans. “Maybe later.”
“Not here?”
I laugh. “I’m not quite that wild, yet.”
He kisses me, a deep, drawn-out kiss that has me moaning in my throat.
“How about now?”
“Bad boy.” I shift on the bike so I’m straddling his lap, facing him. The view is so beautiful, but I only want to look at him.
He threads his fingers through my hair. I wear it down most days, now. It’s crazy tangled from the wind, but he seems to like it.
For a second his face blurs. I see Garrett, a little older and looking like his dad, in the driveway of an adobe brick home. Three kids—a girl and two boys—run and play around him as he fixes his motorcycle, sometimes stopping to show them how to turn a wrench.
As the vision fades, I hug him close.
“Do you want kids?” I blurt.
A chuckle rumbles through him. “Not sure how great a dad I’ll be, but yes. Though I was hoping for more time alone with you before we add some rug rats.”
“Rug wolves? We can always get Jared or Trey to babysit.”
“Or lock the bedroom door.”
“That only works if you don’t teach them how to pick locks,” I scold, and he laughs, shifting me back so he can see my face.
“What’s all this talk about kids? Are you…” The hopeful tone of his voice tells me all I need to know.
“No. I don’t think so.” Not yet, I add silently, tracing the scruff on his chin. “I just had a vision of the future.”
“Really? What was it?”
I smile. “You’ll find out.”
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Sedona
My eyes crack open, gritty and sore. I’d rub them if I weren’t in wolf form.
Where am I?
I rise and knock against metal bars. Oh fates. I’m in a cage—a fucking cage.
Now Sedona, my mom would say, lips pursed. Do you really have to swear?
Yes, mom. If ever there was a time for the ‘f’ word, this is fucking it.
I’m in a cage, like a fucking dog. A goddamn pet.
I rub my head against the bars, but that doesn’t help the pounding pain. My mouth is dry and I fight to swallow around a serious case of cottonmouth. Worse than any hangover I’ve had in the last three years of college. Not that I’m a party girl or anything.
Well, sometimes I like to party, but who doesn’t?
I twist in the confined space, but it’s impossible to get comfortable. A low growl starts in my throat, and my wolf hunches down to pounce. I slam against the bars and whine in pain. A few more tries and I give up, slumping muzzle to paws, squeezing my eyes shut against the ache. My headache screams louder. My captors dosed me with something to knock me out. How long have I been floating in and out of consciousness? Twelve hours? Twenty-four?