Claimed by the Alpha Dolphins: Part One: Bound to the Sea (a BBW Paranormal Romance)

by Lyra Fawn

  Table of Contents

  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  PROLOGUE

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  AFTERWORD

  Claimed by the Alpha Dolphins

  Part One

  Bound to the Sea

  by Lyra Fawn

  Text copyright 2014 by Lyra Fawn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written consent of the author, except where permitted by law, or in the case of brief excerpts for articles and reviews.

  The characters, events and dialogue in this book are products of the author’s imagination. Nothing herein should be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual incidents or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

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  She was to be mated with the most regal of their kind. Only the first among the Dolphinae could tame her and thus lay claim to her coveted gift. His courage and fortitude beguiled her. Once in his arms, her tender flesh offered little resistance to his impetuous fervor.

  Their passion burned so brightly, it could be seen from Olympus. It is said that Jupiter, having been scorned by the Descendant, thus created the Mordentes to harry the two young lovers. For the intimate pleasures they shared were magical enough to make even the gods envious.

  A fragment from the ‘Papyrus of the Dolphinae’

  found at Oxyrhynchus, Egypt

  Author unknown, circa 17 B.C.

  ONE

  THE RHYTHMIC CRASH of the pounding waves called to Mona like the beating of a tribal drum. Something from within the sea beckoned, appealing to her latent wild side. The endless parade of tanned, hard-bodied surfers who strutted along the beach teased a sensuality she had been raised to repress. She always made a point to arrive early and stake out the perfect spot for her recliner and beach umbrella, thus obtaining a front row seat to a feast for the senses.

  Today was no exception. She never grew tired of watching the muscular surfers. Their antics in the waves captivated her. But Mona’s greatest pleasure was enjoying their triumphal return from the surf as rivulets of sea water streamed down their thick, sinewy thighs. Beads of moisture rolled from the cracks in their chiseled abs like dew being shaken from a rose.

  Mona often had a book in her hands partially because she was addicted to reading, but also to conceal her ongoing surveillance. Even when lost in a story, she had a habit of periodically scanning beyond the pages for any glimpse of eye candy that might wander her way. She had long since created a mental catalogue of many of the more familiar faces, which of course also included a corresponding file for the impressive physical endowments each surfer undoubtedly possessed. Fortunately, swimming trunks and Speedos left so little to the imagination.

  However, Mona couldn’t help being taken aback by the discovery of two amazing specimens of male beauty whom she had never seen before. Although she couldn’t put a finger on it, there was something exotic and regal in their manner. The minute they appeared on the beach, it was as if they owned it. Among a throng of surfers vying to display their masculinity, these two strangers immediately made it known that they were the ultimate alphas.

  One had blond locks flowing down to his shoulders while the other had a thick mop of dark hair. They were equally tall and both were blessed with a physique of perfect proportions. The two men stopped and leaned against their surfboards while they looked out over the breakers to where the best waves might be forming. While they were locked in discussion, Mona’s wandering eyes examined their taut buttocks. She marveled at Mother Nature’s ability to sculpt such perfection. But then she noticed something that made her drop her book. The tall dark surfer was staring right back at her!

  No. That can’t be right. He can’t be looking at me. He is looking at me! she thought. Mona leaned over nonchalantly, pretending she had intended to let her book fall in the sand as she reached for some sunblock. Feigning indifference, from the corner of her eye, she observed the tall dark surfer. Unabashedly, he still appeared to be scoping her out. He has to be looking at someone behind me. While applying the lotion, she took the opportunity to crane her neck to see who the object of his attention might be. Strangely, the only people behind her were a family with four children and a wrinkly, sunburned old geezer. Mona slowly eased back into the recliner and pulled the book up to her face. The tall dark surfer kept his eyes on her the entire time.

  The surfer with the long blond locks finally stretched his arm out and pointed toward the best spot. Noticing that his counterpart was distracted, he squinted as he tried to discern the object of his friend’s attention. Not finding anything worthy of his gaze, he tapped the tall dark haired surfer on the shoulder and gave a head nod toward the waves. The two men grabbed their boards and sauntered away.

  Mona was unsurprised that the blond surfer had paid her no notice. On the beach, she was used to being practically invisible. Her curvaceous body didn’t conform to the toned and svelte mold that the average surfer preferred. For many years, she had done her level best to slender down. Nothing worked. She could spend weeks starving herself while her friends scarfed down as much junk food as they pleased. Her form remained forever immutable. After having tried every crazy diet and exercise regimen possible, it irked her when other women gave her advice about losing weight. Finally, she just came to accept the fact that her metabolism meant that she would never conform to the societal ideal of beauty.

  Born inland, throughout her childhood Mona had been fascinated by underwater documentaries. She pleaded with her mother to take her to the ocean, but the stern woman had proved as immovable as the cold, hard boulder that lay in the middle of their farm’s cow pasture back in Oklahoma. Sensing her daughter’s desire to move away, she did her level best to set Mona up with every available local boy and thus tie her to the rural community. Her efforts came to no avail. Mona’s determination to move to California meant that the only boyfriends she would allow herself were those who lived between the pages of romance novels.

  Now that she was an adult, she was free to do as she liked. And what she wanted to do was spend every free day at the beach. She had packed her bags for California the day after graduation and never looked back. It had taken courage to wear her bikini the first couple times she came to the beach, in part due to her generous proportions, but also because her fair skin burned almost instantly.

  From under the shade of her beach umbrella, she peered over the cover of the novel to watch the two handsome surfers paddling out on their surfboards. Their powerful arms churned through the water, propelling them out to sea at an impressive pace. The muscles on their backs rippled as they lay flat with their chests and abdomens to their boards.

  What I wouldn’t give to be a surfboard. Mona chuckled. Imagine being pinned underneath a mass of delicious muscle. Given the choice, she would have preferred the surfer with the blond locks. He had carried himself with a type of imperious, devil-may-care manner that drove her wild. For some reason, the more a man asserted himself, the more she felt a desire to be with him. But the image of the dark haired surfer lingered in her memory as well. In the realm of masculinity, he was a million miles beyond anyone she had ever dated.

  “Shark!” A woman’s piercing scream rang out behind her. Mona sat up in unison with dozens of oth
er sunbathers on the beach. More people started yelling ‘Shark’ in an attempt to warn the beachgoers playing in the surf. Mothers ran to pull their children to safety. In the ensuing panic, Mona searched the rolling waves. And finally, she saw the most bone chilling sight she could have ever imagined.

  A triangular fin cleaved through the water at great speed while a shark’s shadow betrayed a monster of behemoth proportions. Many of the surfers were so far out that they couldn’t hear the commotion upon the beach. Some were still paddling while others sat upon their boards, legs dangling in the water as they waited to catch a wave. Mona thought of her two surfers and to her horror they seemed oblivious to the danger as their rowing arms carried them out to sea. Every fiber of her inner soul cried for the safety of these two men she had never even spoken to.

  The furor on the beach reached a peak as people gathered and attempted to alert the surfers with constant screams. “Shark… shark!” A few surfers sitting on their boards heard the clamor on the beach and spotted the shark bearing toward them. They began paddling to shore with frantic speed. As awareness spread, nearly every surfer fled back to shore. Only those who had their faces down to the water while p addling seemed oblivious to the danger. To Mona’s horror this included her two surfers.

  Finally, the shark struck with a ferocity that left everyone breathless. It sent a surfer’s board flying twenty feet into the air. The beast was so enormous that the force of its strike launched the man forward so he only got sideswiped. Around Mona, shrieks of terror rang out. The man resurfaced a moment later. But a thick stain of blood in the water showed that he had been bitten.

  All eyes were on the struggling man as the dorsal fin reappeared and circled back indicating his fate was sealed. At this moment, Mona couldn’t help fearing for her surfers as well. What if the same horror awaited them? They reached their destination and rose to sit upon their surfboards. They seemed surprised to find themselves all alone out on the vast rolling surface of the water. Within seconds, they understood why.

  Both surfers stood upright, balancing upon their longboards with a look of concern. They nodded to each other and dropped their shorts. For a split second, Mona had a clear view of their nude, muscled buttocks. As their shorts hit the boards, both men’s skin began to turn a shade of gray just before they made a spectacular jump into the air. It was a leap of which no mere human would have been capable. As they rose, they transformed at lightning speed into torpedo shaped beings. And upon the arc of their descent, they entered the ocean nose first in the form of dolphins.

  Mona’s mouth fell open. Did anybody else see that? She looked around to see if anyone had noticed the transformation. But the beachgoers had been too focused on the shark approaching the victim in the water. Suddenly, someone shouted ecstatically, “Dolphins!”

  Mona watched two shadows shoot out of the depths to rise and fall from the waves revealing themselves to be dolphins as they porpoised forward to intercept the shark. They barreled into the shark’s side just as it was about to engulf the man. The shark was hit so hard that it rolled on its side and floundered as if stunned. Without question, the dolphin’s quick intervention had saved the man’s life.

  Children and adults began chanting, “Yay, Dolphins!” Euphoria took hold of the crowd as people dared to hope that the poor man might escape certain death.

  When the dolphins swam around to strike the shark again, the monstrous fish lunged forward. A dolphin’s tail slipped out of its closing jaws by only a split second. Mona’s heart raced. These were her surfers. With terror she imagined how close they were to death. The shark was massive and now it was enraged. It thrashed its enormous tail as it dove to counterstrike.

  The suspense was terrible as both shark and dolphins disappeared and then breached in turn. But after several minutes, it was clear that the shark was outmatched. If there had been only one dolphin, the shark might easily have been victorious due to its enormous size and speed. But working in unison, the two dolphins were able to keep it disoriented. As one dolphin became the object of the shark’s fury, the other dolphin would ram into its side with enormous force. Clearly the blows would have killed an average shark, but this monster appeared almost invincible. Nonetheless, the dolphins managed to tire the beast as they harried it back out to sea.

  Once it became clear that the shark had fled the scene, lifeguards ran into the water. They flopped upon their bodyboards and raced to save the dying man. As before, the entire crowd was focused on the victim. Would he make it? That was the question of the day for everyone on the beach. Mona had a few other questions she wanted answered as she turned her attention elsewhere.

  A minute later, near the floating longboards, Mona caught a view of two pairs of hands reaching out of the water to retrieve the abandoned swim trunks. Once suited up, both surfers shimmied up onto their boards and paddled back to the beach as if nothing had happened.

  Someone cried out, “He’s alive!”

  The lifeguards had administered mouth-to-mouth and resuscitated the man. His lost arm would no doubt be a tragic loss and impact his future, but he would live.

  Mona watched her unsung heroes wade back onto the beach.

  TWO

  LATER THAT DAY, Mona found herself tailing the two surfers as they left the beach. Never in a million years would she have imagined that she could find the guts to spy on two men, but the alternative was too depressing. What if she never saw them again? She had to know more about their shifting ability.

  They trekked back to a rundown motel dating from the fifties. It was well-known as a common flophouse for out-of-town surfers. Fortunately, due to the building’s architecture, every room had an exterior entrance so when the two men went to their door on the second balcony, she was able to pinpoint their exact location.

  Doubt roiled her resolve once again. How on earth could she approach them? She hated confrontation. And how crazy would she sound if they denied it? She hatched her plan as she walked to the door. Her only other option was to go home and spend the rest of her life wondering if this day had just been a figment of her imagination.

  She felt vaguely possessed as she knocked on the door of room 303. A tingle of adrenaline trickled through her body. The tall dark surfer pulled the door open with a look of astonishment. A flash of recognition in his eyes betrayed the fact that he remembered her from the beach.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi there, my name is Mona Waters. I’m working for a new surfing competition that will take place at Mavericks,” she lied. “I couldn’t help noticing you and your partner at the beach. Mind if I come in and speak with you for a moment?” She shook his hand while constantly moving forward. He politely gave way as she barged past. Her plan worked. She was in the hotel room. Mona had only imagined so far as to avoid having the door shut in her face. Now what?

  “Ummm yes, nice to meet you, my name is Lucan,” he answered with a thick Italian accent. “I don’t really understand why you’re interested in us?”

  His tenor voice and exotic accent excited her. She felt on a roll. Provided she kept up the bluff, she might gain his confidence. She could hear a shower running behind a closed door. That had to be where the blond surfer had disappeared.

  “We’re always interested in out-of-town talent. It helps to keep our competition more interesting. From your accent, it sounds as if you and your partner hail from Italy?”

  The question clearly perplexed him. “Yes, you might say that I’m from that part of the Mediterranean. My companion’s home is closer to Spain. But Dario and I don’t compete. We’re not interested in such things. Perhaps you should try our neighbors in room 304. I understand they’re from Hawaii.” He pulled the door wide as an invitation to leave.

  Mona heard the shower stop and from behind the bathroom door, a husky voice cursed angrily in a foreign language she didn’t recognize. Must be Catalan, she thought. Even as Lucan was showing her out, there was reluctance in his eyes. Is he attracted to me? It certainly seemed th
at way, but she couldn’t read him. And if that’s the case, why does he want me to leave?

  “Well perhaps you should discuss it with your partner,” Mona said trying to keep the dialogue open. “I’d be happy to swing by tomorrow to see if you’ve changed your minds.”

  The husky voice with a Spanish inflection answered from the open bathroom door, “We won’t be here tomorrow.”

  Mona turned to find that Dario had left the bathroom sopping wet to get a towel from the closet. As he reached for it, he stood before her buck naked. She couldn’t help but be impressed by his thick member. Amazingly, its girth was comparable to the circumference of her wrist.

  “Why’s she here?” Dario frowned at Lucan. Unabashed, he stood there letting it all hang out.

  “She followed us back from the beach. Apparently, she’d like us to participate in some new surfing competition at Mavericks.”

  “Followed us?” Dario’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “A beach full of surfers and she chose us?” Then he turned to Mona and asked, “Any reason why?” Seeing that she was ogling his oversized attribute, he finally wrapped his towel around his waist.

  Mona snapped out of her daze. She was in a quandary. Obviously Dario didn’t want their secret to be known, but she couldn’t keep up the pretense much longer. Her excuse for getting into the room wouldn’t carry her any further. She decided to broach the subject in a way that might allow them to open up to her.

  “I admired how you saved that man from the shark.”

  “How we saved the man?” Dario and Lucan exchanged looks. Now, they understood she was aware of their secret. They reacted differently. Dario’s expression became stone cold whereas Lucan had a sheepish grin as if he wanted to confess to a prank.