Ultimate Alphas: Bad Boys and Good Lovers (The Naughty List Romance Bundles)

by Synthia St. Claire

He was lifting me up and down impossibly fast now, and his thick cock was constantly rubbing at my g-spot. My legs tightened around his waist, and high-pitched cries burst from my lips. Low growls emanated from Heath's throat as his pelvis slammed against mine. He held me tight against his hard, undulating body, and I squirmed as he fucked me like an animal.

  The flood of pleasure rose higher inside, swirling and splashing between my legs, and knew that I was going to cum. I felt my pussy tightening on Heath's dick, and he responded by fucking me even harder somehow. My eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm began to unfurl inside me, opening me up and exploding inside my pussy.

  I was screaming now, my head tilted back once more; I howled up at the moon as the climax washed through me, wave after crashing wave of it. I was convulsing on Heath's cock, overwhelmed with the dizzying bursts of pleasure; it was almost too much for me to take.

  Heath finally slowed his thrusts, holding my twitching, convulsing body against his as the final ripples of my orgasm faded. Both of us were coated in sweat now; our bodies were slick against one another.

  After a moment's pause, Heath lifted me off his cock and then, holding me tight, he leaned forward, slowly lowering us both to the ground. I gripped him with my legs around his waist, my arms clinging onto his neck.

  We came down to rest in the missionary position, sinking into the soft, cool grass. I was struck once again by the similarity of this all to the dream that I'd had in the hotel earlier that day.

  Maybe the seer Jala was right. Maybe it had been a premonition.

  My thought was cut short as Heath positioned himself over me, his hard abdomen flexing between my thighs. He placed a hand beneath my head, cushioning me. My thighs quaked in anticipation as he thrust himself inside my wet pussy once more.

  Another bright burst of pleasure splashed up between my legs as his cock parted my wet folds. He sank to my core, and I moaned into the broad expanse of his chest. Still sensitive from my explosive orgasm, this was almost overwhelming. Each thrust tingled between my legs, and sent surges of electricity up and down my spine.

  Heath started slow again, deep measured strokes that filled me completely. I wrapped my arms around his muscular back and dug my fingers into his hard flesh. Our bodies melded into one as he thrust over and over. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, and he sank even deeper. My pelvis shuddered as his dick rubbed at my g-spot.

  I heard Heath's breath coming quicker, and I luxuriated in the pleasure that I knew I was giving to him – the pleasure that we shared.

  I wanted to make him cum.

  I sank my fingernails into his back and he tensed up, thrusting vigorously inside me.

  “Fuck me hard again,” I whispered. I longed to feel his animal force again, longed to feel him ravage my wet cunt and bury his seed deep inside me.

  Heath responded instantly, quickening his pace. His hand beneath my head gripped my hair, pulled my neck back, and I felt an exciting thrill at being dominated by this hard-bodied wolf-man. He leaned forward and bit me on the neck as he fucked me faster. His pelvis slapped against mine, mixing a tiny amount of pain with the hot waves of pleasure that lapped between my thighs.

  Once more I felt that unstoppable momentum rising inside me. I was moaning with each of his thrusts, crying out into the air, arching my back …

  I felt my pussy begin to tighten on Heath's cock again as another orgasm began to dawn inside me. My reactions spurred Heath on to fuck me even faster, and his pelvis became a blur; his dick slammed in and out of me like a machine, raising me to heights of pleasure that I had never before experienced.

  The approach of the orgasm felt immense this time; it encapsulated me, spread in waves from my wet, pulsing pussy to the tip of my head. It rushed throughout my limbs in shuddering, pulsing, blissful contractions. My breaths burst from my mouth, each one turning into a moan in Heath's ear.

  Heath groaned, and I knew that he was going to cum too. I felt his dick spasm inside me, and just as my orgasm reached its heights, a hot burst of cum exploded from his dick inside me, elevating my own orgasm to overwhelming heights.

  Once again I screamed into the night, my fingers digging into Heath's back, my legs quaking and gripping his waist as he fucked me. We came together for an eternity; we shared rolling waves of pleasure and shuddering, overwhelming bursts of electricity between us. His cock continued to spray its seed inside me, until my dripping pussy overflowed with it.

  Heath slowed his thrusts, guiding us both through the final throes of our shared climax, and together we savored the lingering sensations. With one final, shuddering thrust, he sank deep inside me and kissed me on the mouth. Our breaths slowed together, turning to mist in the night. Despite the chill in the air, we were both burning hot.

  Heath held me close, still inside me, and we lay together in the grass. There were stars in my vision, blending with the actual stars in the sky. A delicious mix of pleasure and satisfaction flowed through me. I could tell by his deep, relaxed breathing that Heath was equally satisfied.

  We stayed like that for a while; I'm not sure how long. It seemed an eternity; an ascension to heaven, an unfolding of my most secret desires. My dreams had finally become a reality.

  And yet it was over all too soon. Heath began to stir, and I knew it was time for us to return to the rest of the pack.

  “I have to complete the ceremony,” Heath said. “The pack will be returning to the fire now.”

  I nodded, and Heath slowly pulled out of me, in a final dizzying burst of pleasure. I was still full of his seed – a trophy of the pleasure that we had shared. Heath stood up, his huge dick still semi-erect and full of blood. He took my hands and pulled me to my feet.

  My legs nearly gave way beneath me; they were still weak with the remnants of my explosive orgasms. Heath held me steady as my strength returned.

  Then he transformed to wolf, enveloping himself in that beautiful white glow, transforming to a gray and majestic beast. I did the same, and the forest again came alive – the darkness became light, and the scents of the forest intensified. Power flooded through me.

  Heath waited until I was fully transformed, and together we left the grassy, beautiful clearing from my dream. The forest was our palace and we ran through its halls; the towering pine trees were the columns that held our star-studded ceiling. Side by side we ran, lithe and silent, through the night.

  The smell of fire soon came to our noses as Heath and I approached the hallowed ceremony grounds. We entered the fire-lit clearing, and the pack, human once more, turned as one to watch us come.

  Heath went before the pack, standing for a moment in wolf form before the people. I re-entered the crowd, taking place at the front, and quickly turned back to human.

  I was still naked, but for some reason, my usual sense of self-consciousness had faded. I had a thought that maybe Heath's appreciation of my body had somehow made me more comfortable inside my skin.

  The throng grew silent and watched as Heath transformed back to man.

  “I have been elected as the new leader,” his deep voice rang out, “and the time has now come for me to choose a mate.”

  I blushed as I remembered this part of the ceremony. Was our secret lovemaking to remain just that – or would he choose me?

  “First,” Heath continued, “I have to address somebody here. Someone that I thought I knew, who has transformed before my eyes into something new.”

  The crowd murmured softly in confusion. Was he talking about me?

  “Athena,” he said. “Come forward.”

  I smelled that plastic scent again, and saw that familiar blonde break free from the crowd and stand beside Heath. Barbie. So Athena was her name. She was naked, and her form was slim, her skin flawless. She looked up at Heath, and he was silent for a moment.

  “You have broken the bonds of our law,” he began. As he started, she began to cry, and grabbed onto Heath.

  “You attacked Serena, a visitor under my ward. And as your punis
hment, you are hereby exiled from our clan.” Heath disentangled himself from her grasp, and pointed into the inky darkness of the forest.

  “You can't do this!” she said, her face distorted with rage. Heath didn't answer.

  “I was supposed to be your mate!” she cried out. And then she turned towards the crowd and scanned the faces, until her eyes met mine. “This is your fault!” she said. “You bitch!”

  She began to stalk towards me, but Heath grabbed onto her shoulders, and redirected her to face towards the edge of the fire-lit clearing. He marched her away, and she struggled and cried out.

  “You bitch!” she said again, turning her head one last time at me. “You'll pay!”

  She and Heath disappeared into the darkness, and a moment later, Heath came back into the firelight alone. He stood silent for a moment, and though his face remained composed, I could tell he was seething.

  “Serena,” he said. His anger fell away from him as he spoke my name. My heart began to pound inside my chest as I realized his intentions. I broke away from the crowd and stood beside him, stark naked and nervous in the firelight, and he placed a reassuring hand on my waist.

  “Before the pack,” he said loudly, “I declare my chosen mate.” I swallowed, felt myself growing weak in the knees.

  “Serena,” Heath said.

  The crowd cheered – the tumultuous sound rolled over us, thunder-like, and I felt my entire body flushing. But along with the embarrassment of being before the crowd, I felt pride flowing through me. This gorgeous man, for whom I had yearned for so long, had chosen me.

  “Was she really supposed to be your mate?” I asked softly, looking into Heath's face.

  “Athena?” Heath said. “No. She wanted to, but she was never an option for me. It was always you.” He drew me close and kissed me, pressing his warm body against mine.

  The ceremony was finally over. The primal drums began to beat again, and the crowd surged forward to dance around Heath and I. Heath slowly withdrew his face from mine, brushed my cheek with his hand, and then he grabbed my hips and started to dance with me.

  The deep pounding of the drums called to me, and I gave myself to their rhythm, swaying and thrusting my hips in time with Heath. He enveloped me protectively in his thick, strong arms, and I submitted to his sinuous movements.

  Dancing with nothing but Heath's hands on my body in the firelight, I was amazed at my sudden lack of self-consciousness. I felt instead the comfort and joy of belonging. Heath belonged to me, and I to him.

  And yet I'd never felt so free, dancing naked with him beneath the stars.

  END BOOK ONE

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  The Billionaire’s Help

  By Zania Summers

  The guests were already trickling in when I arrived at Fox Manor. My car had broken down right before I was to leave my apartment, and I had to take the bus, and then walk two miles after the last bus stop to get to the manor. I was a little irritated when I finally arrived, especially since that day was supposed to have been my day off, but the thought of the extra money I was making by being there helped to calm me down. I had been instructed to go into the building from the employee's side entrance. Even though technically I wasn’t an employee, but relief staff from a staffing agency, I guess I wasn’t considered a guest.

  As I walked up to the building, I noticed that the manor sat on many acres of green, lush, well-maintained land, hence the additional two miles I had to walk. The exterior of the manor was lit with a million sparkly lights. Cars of all sorts, especially those I didn’t even know existed, pulled up to the curb and were either valet-parked or chauffeur-driven. Men, impeccably dressed in suits, alighted from the cars with their supermodel-couture-clad female passengers clinging to their arms. Most of the women wore flowing, sparkly gowns, and I imagined they were perfect society ladies married to or dating the cream of the crop. I hadn’t even been inside, but I already knew I didn’t belong in that crowd.

  I looked at my dress–a plain black dress I had picked off the clearance rack in the outlet mall. It wasn’t so bad--at least it hugged my body in all the right places--but it did look as cheap as it cost and called me out as an imposter. My long hair though, was nicely curled and probably looked better than most of those ladies’ – thanks to my roommate, Paula, who was a hairdresser and never let me leave the apartment without making sure my hair looked great.

  I had on two-inch heels, a little shorter than my preferred heels, but I was going to be standing all night and anything higher would have been pure torture for me. And if I had known I was going to be walking for two miles, I would have worn my sneakers or flat shoes.

  I was going to be helping out the entire night with The Fox Manor club's annual gala. It was an event that was held annually in my city and usually, I could only dream of buying the next day’s paper to see photographs of who went, what they wore, and what they drove. I worked for a staffing agency that specialized in staffing parties, and we had gotten the contract to supply Fox Manor with extra staff, hence my presence at the manor.

  I found the back entrance of the hotel and walked into a man who had a name tag that said “Mr. Gordon, Floor manager.”

  “Hello, I’m Sara Faye from Seaton Staffing,” I introduced myself to the man and reached out to shake his hand. He was an elderly man, probably in his late fifties. He was dressed in a well-cut suit and tie and could have easily passed for one of the rich moguls, except that his hands were not as smooth as I imagined those men’s hands were.

  “Oh, yes, welcome. I’m Mr. Gordon. Thanks for coming at such short notice,” he said.

  “I’m sorry I was late. Car trouble, and I had to hike two miles on the golf course.”

  “Yes, the famous walk. I’m sorry about that. I can certainly have someone give you a ride when your shift is finished.”

  “Oh, that will be fantastic. I had been worried about how to get home.” Truthfully, that would be divine, as none of the buses would be running by the time I got done, plus I couldn’t really afford a taxi home, not with me being two months late with my rent. So, a drive home would save me more than time. But I didn’t let him know all this.

  “Don’t worry. We take care of our staff.” He looked at me from head to toe. “Come with me and I’ll give you a change of outfit.”

  I suddenly felt self-conscious as I brushed off invisible specks of dust on my cheap dress. Either it looked so terrible he had to make me get rid of it, or they had a dress code which I was to abide to, and my boss had not informed me. He started walking away, and I was still rooted to the spot, lost in thought.

  “Come on, Sara. We have to get you ready and out there in thirty minutes flat,” he said, disappearing down a hall.

  I hurried beside him, my heels sinking into the soft carpet that lined the hallway. I wished I could sink my foot into the carpet and feel the warmth, but there was no time for such luxuries. Maybe on my way back I would spare some minutes for play, as I didn’t need thirty minutes to change into whatever uniform I had to wear–probably a skirt, a blouse, a blazer, and one of those neckties that hotel staff always tie to the side of their necks.

  We walked up to a door, and he opened the door and stepped outside for me to enter the room.

  “Wow,” I said as I walked into a room with so many dresses I swear it was a boutique. All the dresses were fancy, and each one threatened to outshine the ne
xt. They all looked expensive to me.

  “It’s arranged by size,” Mr. Gordon said, pointing out the obvious to me.

  “I can wear any of these?” I said in disbelief. What kind of staff was I supposed to be? When I was volunteered by my supervisor for this extra shift at work, I had been told I was going to be greeting the guests as they arrived, but with the look of the type of dresses that I was required to wear, I had a feeling I may have signed up for a lot more than that.

  “Yes. Try something on. There is a bathroom room right there,” he pointed at a room tucked away in the corner. “Just in case you wanted to freshen up. You may also want to refresh your makeup.”

  “Sure,” I said, giddy with excitement. I was inside one of the most expensive boutiques I had ever seen, and I could choose any dress I wanted to wear.

  “Yes. I’ll be outside waiting for you. Choose carefully, as you get to keep the dress after the party. There are shoes in that room. It was restocked this morning, so you should be able to find your size,” he said, pointing to a room that had a sign shoes.

  I stood for a few seconds, unsure of where to start. Here I was in a room with dresses that cost more than my yearly salary, and I could wear any of the dresses, and I got to keep it afterwards. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed. What had I gotten myself into? Was this a prostitution ring and I was going to be sold to the highest bidder? Was I an unwilling escort? Suddenly I got scared and pulled out my phone to text my boss, Anthony.

  Here at the job at Fox Manor. What type of party is this?

  Tony must have been expecting my text as I got a response instantaneously.

  Relax. Have fun. Meet a couple rich men and I’ll see you in the morning.

  I wanted to text him back to tell him that he could send someone else, maybe his precious Amber, a coworker he was messing with, but I decided against it. Maybe meeting a few rich men was not a bad idea. I had always wondered how the really rich lived, and tonight was my best chance to rub shoulders with people who made more in a minute than I made in a year.