Alpha's Baby: A Secret Baby Romance

by Lauren Landish

  I was pleased by all the hype. This would be just what I needed—a bunch of hot chicks that would make me forget about my unhealthy obsession with my stepsister.

  Bella will be old news by next week, I thought as I daydreamed about all the girls that'd be fawning over me before the year was over. Hell, I’d work my way through the entire Greek alphabet if I had the chance.

  But as I sat there being bombarded with lewd jokes and envious salutations, a small voice at the back of my mind was telling me that nothing could be further from the truth.

  Chapter 3

  Bella

  “This costume is so you, Bella!” Hanna cried eagerly, almost hopping up and down.

  I wasn’t so sure. I was standing in an adult costume store located several blocks away from NSU with Hanna, trying to choose what I would wear for my upcoming special night.

  I eyed the skimpy costume, a two-piece white bra and panties, complete with wings and a halo. I thought it looked ridiculously absurd, some tramp’s version of Halloween five minutes before getting fucked. Oh, wait. I would be getting fucked.

  I thought about walking out of the store right then and there. And I would have if I weren’t being courted by the head of Kappa. As it were, I felt obligated to go along with the proceedings or risk being kicked out of my sorority.

  “I don’t know,” I said, fingering the outfit. “I don’t think that mask will hide most of my features.”

  “Are you kidding?” snorted Hanna. She grabbed the flimsy costume off the rack and pressed it against me, sizing me up. “It will more than do its job. Plus, you’re still new here at NSU. No one will even know who you are.”

  I bit my lower lip to hold back a nasty retort. It was easy for Hanna to be so nonchalant about my concerns when she wasn’t the one who was being offered as a sacrifice to some drunken jock.

  “Are you sure about that?” I dared ask. “All the Kappa girls know I’m going to be the Sacrifice. How do I know they won’t just disclose my identity to one of the Alpha boys whenever they think I’ve slighted them?”

  Hanna looked up from the costume and rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Bella? Do you have no faith in your sisters? No one is going to tell on you. We all took an oath when we joined this sorority. No one, and I mean no one, rats on a fellow sister.”

  “But what if they do?” I persisted. “You can’t honestly guarantee that no one will tell. I’m just saying, Hanna . . . you’re cool, but shit happens.”

  Hanna let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, if someone reveals your identity, they will be kicked out of the sorority, stripped of all their titles, and humiliated for the duration of their stay at NSU. Do you honestly think that any of those bitches wants to risk that?”

  “No,” I said after a moment. “But—”

  “Okay then,” Hanna snapped, handing out the costume to me. “Stop being such a baby and go try this on.”

  I stared at it. What was I doing here? Did I really want to go through with having sex with a total stranger just to prove to myself that I could get over Stefan?

  And was it really worth the chance of possibly being exposed as a slut after it was all over? Despite Hanna’s assurances, I was no fool. I knew at some point that my identity would be found out, whether through one of the sisters telling on me or the guy himself eventually recognizing me.

  While I would probably be humiliated and called names, the Alpha I slept with would likely be celebrated and hailed as some sort of sexual hero.

  Such was the way of the campus I lived on. Even funnier, I’d signed a ‘morals pledge’ when I enrolled, a joke on paper if I ever saw one.

  “Bella?” Hanna asked impatiently. “Are you going to try this damn costume on or not?”

  I was tempted to tell Hanna to take the costume and go wipe her ass with it. Was there really any point to going through with this whole ordeal? I mean, honestly, what was in it for me?

  I get to screw some hot jock and pretend it’s Stefan, I thought. And release all that sexual frustration I’ve been holding in.

  “If you are having second thoughts and are backing out of this, tell me now,” Hanna said, her voice going cold. “I need to know if you’re not going to be part of the team.”

  Hanna really had her nerve.

  After a long moment of standing there, I snatched the costume out of her hands. “I’m in.”

  I turned and walked off to the dressing room. I had to admit one thing, at least.

  I would look hot in it.

  Chapter 4

  Stefan

  “I’m going to go with this one,” I said, grabbing up the gladiator costume that consisted of an elaborate loincloth, a mask, and a headdress.

  The costume didn’t do much to cover up most of my body. My chest, abs, and even some of my ass would be on display wearing it, but that’s the way I wanted it. The gladiator totally fit in with my personality, the huge competitor and show-off that I was.

  I was at an adult costume store with several of my frat buddies, Todd, Craig, and Jace. Since the arm-wrestling match, both Craig and Jace had made an effort to befriend me.

  I was okay with kicking it with them because I was new and needed friends at NSU.

  All three of the guys eyed the costume, laughing. “Dude, that is so you!”

  I grinned and began heading toward the dressing room.

  Five minutes later, I examined myself in the dressing room mirror. I have to say that I looked like Spartacus himself, with everything I had worked hard for on display.

  The loincloth did little to hide the fact that I was well-endowed, something that I wasn’t ashamed to show off.

  “I could totally see chicks digging this,” I whispered, flexing my muscles.

  After I was done preening, I grabbed the mask/headdress and slipped it on. Then I grabbed the clothes that I’d been wearing when I came into the store—some blue jeans and a t-shirt—and I stepped out of the dressing room, intending to walk out of the store dressed in the costume for kicks.

  I was walking out of the male dressing room area, not watching where I was going, when I felt something soft slam into my chest.

  I heard a small cry and a light thud. Startled, I looked down. There, sprawled on the floor was a sexy, masked angel. She had long, dark hair that lay across her mask like a shawl, a shapely figure, and killer legs. Something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, quickly offering my hand to the mysterious vixen. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

  The masked angel glanced up at me for a moment and looked away quickly as if she was afraid to check out my body.

  “Neither was I,” she mumbled underneath her breath, making me strain to understand her.

  “Let me help you up.”

  “That's ok, I'm fine.” The angel quickly scrambled to her feet and without a second glance my way, hurried away.

  “Hey, wait up!” I called.

  The masked angel continued on, nearly breaking into a sprint. I quickly made my way after her, easing through aisles, when I heard a sharp whistle, laughs, and giggles.

  “Oh, my God, what a hot gladiator!” A group of three college girls were pointing at me and whispering amongst each other, their eyes lit up.

  “Thanks, ladies.” I grinned at them briefly and glanced at where the angel had run off to. She was nowhere in sight.

  “Do you have a name?” one of the girls asked.

  I looked around the store for several more moments before turning to the girls and grinning. “Spartacus,” I said.

  After a little flirting with the three girls, I found Jace, Craig, and Todd near the counter.

  “Did any of you see a hot angel run through here?”

  “Yeah,” Craig replied.

  “Where’d she go?” I asked.

  Craig nodded at my loincloth. “Looks like in your crotch.”

  The fellas had a good laugh at that. I could laugh right along with them. I knew I had
nothing to be ashamed of.

  When it came time to pay for the costume, Todd was adamant that I pay for it. I slapped my jeans on the counter and my wallet fell out of the pockets before I could grab it.

  Jace was the one to pick it up. “Dude, who’s this chick in your billfold?”

  I didn’t even have to look to know who he was referring to. “That’s Bella, my stepsister.”

  Craig and Todd crowded around Jace to get a better look at what he was staring at.

  Jace’s face was a little pale. “That’s your stepsister?”

  I nodded.

  “Fuck, she’s hot.”

  “Yeah,” Craig chimed in. “I’d totally smash that.”

  Anger surged through me. “None of you dickwads would have any chance with her. She doesn’t go for dumb jocks.”

  In reality, what did I know about Bella’s actual taste in guys? She had never confided in me what kind of guys she liked, and I kind of assumed that she wouldn’t like the dumb athlete.

  Whatever the case, the way my frat brothers were salivating over her was pissing me off.

  “How would you know?” Jace asked, feeling his balls drop a little again, it seemed.

  I just didn’t want to kick his ass with half of my ass hanging out of a loincloth. I snatched my wallet from his hands and pulled out a wad of cash to pay for my costume. “Because she told me. End of discussion.”

  Chapter 5

  Bella

  “Are you ready, Bella?”

  It was the night of the Sacrifice. I was standing before the Kappa living room mirror with several of my sorority sisters surrounding me, making sure my costume was absolutely perfect and that the mask hid most of my features.

  The entire room was filled with excited chatter, making me even more anxious than I already was.

  Apparently, the guy I would be sacrificed to was a new student on campus and no one knew his identity. And supposedly, no one from the Alpha fraternity knew mine either, but I had to wonder if that would change after tonight.

  Both sides claimed that they had taken an oath not to reveal the identity of either participant. I was filled with anxiety that it was all just a lie.

  But that wasn’t the only thing that was on my mind.

  Back in the costume shop, I had run into a masked gladiator. My God, did he have a beautiful body—just as beautiful as Stefan’s, and that was saying something.

  I had run away from him though, for some stupid damn reason.

  “Yes,” I said finally. “Let’s rock.”

  Twenty minutes later, I was stepping into the Alpha fraternity building with my sisters. I looked around, a little frightened. There were jocks all around and loud music playing. All of them had beer in their hands and were eyeing me lewdly.

  Anxiety threatened to overwhelm me. My breathing became heavy and ragged. I couldn't go through with this. What had I been thinking? This whole thing was going to wind up ruining my reputation at the school. I had to get out.

  I looked around frantically, seeking a way out.

  That’s when I saw him.

  No fucking way.

  Stefan

  My mouth went dry when the angel from the store stepped into the Alpha frat house. Though she was surrounded by a group of very hot sorority girls, my eyes were only on her.

  After a moment, I walked over and stood before her. I watched as she looked me up and down. This was the first time I could get a good look at her. There was something familiar about her features beneath the mask, but I couldn't place it.

  “What are you waiting for?” Todd asked from the sidelines. “Take her in the back and show her what a gladiator you are.”

  The room broke out into lewd cheers and loud whistles. I looked back to the girl. The poor thing was trembling, her hands and knees shaking. For a moment, I wondered if she would back out of her commitment as I extended my hand to her.

  The roaring of the crowd grew louder, and the angel looked down at my hand like it was a snake. Sweat began to beat my brow and I feared that she would lose heart and turn and run from the room.

  That’s when she grabbed ahold of my hand. There was something about that grip, about those fingers, and I felt myself get carried away.

  Chapter 6

  Bella

  I couldn’t believe it. I was about to fuck a total stranger.

  The masked gladiator led me to a back room. Inside, it was dark with very dim lighting. The bass of the loud music faded in the background as he closed the door, but it still shook the walls.

  Though it was dark, I could still see his silhouette as he slowly approached me. My legs trembled beneath me. I thought, and not for the first time that night, what was I doing here again?

  Those thoughts fell away as he reached me. The heat from the closeness of his body made me shiver. He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. I shuddered again, but it wasn’t just because of fear, but also a deep, animal desire.

  I looked up at him, and even in the darkness, I could see the intensity in his eyes, eyes that seemed incredibly familiar—but for some reason, I didn't dwell on this.

  I just knew right then, without a doubt, that I was going to let him fuck me. And though no words had been spoken since he’d led me into the room, I’m sure he already knew that I was his.

  Without warning, he pulled me against his hard body, eliciting a gasp from me. Then his lips smashed into mine with passionate urgency, his hands roving over my curves. I moaned as I parted my lips and let his tongue inside, and he began swirling it around, tasting every inch of my mouth.

  After a minute of devouring my mouth, he suddenly picked me up and carried me over to the bed, laying me down gently.

  With no warning, he began ravaging my neck, his lips burning into my flesh. A soft sigh escaped my lips as jolts of electricity wracked my limbs. God, he knew how to set me on fire.

  Slowly, he kissed his way down to my chest. He removed my bra and then brought his lips against my erect nipple, licking it.

  I moaned, my fingers finding a place in his hair.

  He bit into my flesh gently, kneading my nipple with his teeth. I clenched a handful of his hair and let out a soft cry. He was amazing.

  The masked gladiator kissed his way down my stomach until he was between my legs. Removing my white panties, he put his lips on my wet mound. A louder cry escaped my lips at the incredible sensation.

  He began sucking and slurping on my pussy like it was his last meal. My thighs shaking, I arched my back and reached down and grabbed him by the sides of his head.

  He shook his head wildly as he sucked on my lips, kneading them with his teeth. While it felt good, his mask was chafing against my thighs and irritating me. I resisted the urge to pull it off, not wanting to interrupt him. I didn’t want to break the magic spell he was somehow casting over me.

  Then, while sucking my clit, he slid two fingers inside. I gripped the sides of his head tightly, arching my back even more, crying out at the ceiling.

  I had never felt so good in my entire life. If this was what sex with a total stranger was always like, I never wanted it to end.

  He rammed his two fingers deep inside me, sucking and slurping while he looked up at me. I was taken by the intensity in his eyes—eyes that seemed more and more familiar to me—and a growing inferno blazed inside my stomach.

  A few more seconds were all I could take. I let out a wild scream at the ceiling, a scream so loud that I thought they would hear me over the loud music playing in the living room, as my body was rocked with explosion after explosion.

  When it was over, he was suddenly on his knees in front of me. My breath caught in my throat at the huge bulge that was imprinted against his loincloth. His cock must have been enormous.

  Even though I had just come, desire coursed through me as I gazed at the impressive bulge. This specimen before me was like a god, and I wanted to serve him.

  My mouth watering, I quickly undid the loincloth and pulled it halfway down h
is chiseled ass cheeks. His big, fat cock flopped out, nearly slapping me in the face. I salivated even more. It was beautiful, with a large mushroom head and a thick, luscious shaft.

  Looks like that dildo sucking contest is going to come in handy, I thought.

  Moving forward, I opened my mouth wide and eagerly wrapped my lips around his fat cock. Immediately, my masked gladiator threw back his head and moaned. His skin felt warm in my mouth and I could feel his cock throbbing.

  A sense of déjà vu coursed through me at the sound of his moan. I don’t know why the feeling came over me, but I was too busy to pay attention to it.

  I slowly bobbed my head back and forth down his shaft, taking as much as I could.

  “Fuck,” he moaned, and again, in my mind, I felt a little tickle, like I knew that voice.

  I gripped the shaft of his cock as he moved his hips in tandem. It wasn’t long before he gripped both sides of my head and began guiding me down his shaft.

  Slowly, he picked up speed, and before long, he was bucking inside my mouth like a raging bull. I placed my hands on his ass and squeezed, guiding him forward with each thrust. I did my best to take his cock without gagging. Luckily, it wasn’t long before he cried out. I gagged as a sea of salty load blasted down my throat. He held me in place, forcing me take every last drop of his cream. All the while, I could feel every contraction of his big dick in my mouth.

  When it was over, I pulled away choking and gagging, struggling to keep down his load.

  But Mr. Gladiator wasn’t done with me. He threw me down on the bed and then pulled me onto all fours. I heard him grab something off the nightstand next to the bed and heard the rustling of plastic. A condom.

  His breathing was ragged as he put it on. I was amazed that his cock was still rock hard. I must have really turned him on.