Alphas & Fairytales: A New Year's Eve Anthology

by Molly McLain

  They touch each other with such hostile power it’s more heart pounding than a prizewinning fight.

  Their sounds are ferocious as they jerk each other off, as if the pleasure is uncontainable. When Shane drops to his knees, Chase emits an approving moan. When Shane swallows his cock, it looks as if every tendon is going to tear.

  “If you do that too long, I'm going to shoot right down your throat.” Chase fights not to pump his hips, but the effort is fruitless. He loves Shane’s mouth. We both do. My internal temperature shoots past what feels like three hundred degrees as I watch Chase’s cock disappear down Shane’s throat over and over again.

  “Fuck, enough.” Chase grabs Shane by his golden locks. “As much as I love fucking your mouth, I want to come someplace else.” His stone chest rising and falling from the exertion.

  I'm so hopped up on endorphins, it feels as if I just sniffed a long line of coke.

  These two men are my fucking drug.

  Shane repositions himself, bending over the edge of the bed and planting his hands on the mammoth mattress. The two of them heaving like dehydrated animals as they prepare to come together. I can’t sit any longer. I need to be a part of it. I’m craving the feel of their rippled bodies beneath my fingertips, the flow of their desire into my being, the sound of their breath next to my ear, and the elicit reaction of every tiny touch. I run my fingers through Shane’s hair as Chase lubricates two fingers. I pet one of my beasts as I watch the ministrations of the other.

  Visually absorbing him penetrate the tight ring of muscle. His fingers sliding in and out, over and over, scissoring and stretching, preparing Shane for a blast of white hot ferocity.

  Shane moans louder the deeper and wider Chase goes, pressing back into his hand, pleading for more. For something bigger and thicker.

  “Jenn, lay on the bed and spread your legs. I need to be inside you,” Shane demands desperately. He’s needy and achy. And it's showing.

  “Not yet.” I scratch his head, placating him. “I want to watch.”

  With the two of them close to splintering, Chase removes his fingers and lines the head of his swollen cock up to Shane's primed ass. They’re both slick with lube and glistening in the glowing candlelight. Chase guides his shaft between Shane's slippery crack, and with a few solid pushes, he spears his way in.

  I swear I could combust right on the spot as Chase seizes Shane’s hips and pumps his pelvis with small thrusts, taking his sweet time filling Shane up.

  “Fuck man, stop teasing.” Shane grips the comforter and tries to meet Chase thrust for thrust, but Chase keeps him subdued.

  “Shut up. I'll fuck you anyway I want, and you’ll goddamn like it.” Chase clenches his jaw, battling for control.

  I wasn't sure I could come again, but watching them, listening to them, I’m confident I could have multiple orgasms just standing here.

  “Jenn,” Shane utters my name again in tortured ecstasy, but I'm just not ready to give up my view.

  “Fuck him, Chase,” I urge. I have to see.

  “God, yes, listen to her. Fuck me,” Shane barks.

  “I don't want it to be over before it begins,” Chase protests, his fingertips digging deeper into Shane’s hips.

  “Just once. Push all the way inside him once.” Chase looks over at me with hard eyes then thrusts forcefully, burying his entire cock in Shane’s ass. They both cry out, and my pussy twinges.

  “Jenn!” Shane grabs for me, catching my thigh and knocking me off balance. I topple onto the mattress, and he grabs me. I laugh-scream as he drags my body beneath his and yanks open my legs. “I need to be fucking inside you.” He drills his cock through my slick folds, and it's my turn to cry out.

  “I’m gonna come, baby. I'm gonna come so hard.” Shane grabs one of my ass cheeks and buries his face in curve of my neck as the double force does a number on my body. As three entities become one in both love and pleasure.

  Chase leans forward, bracing himself on the mattress with one hand, pressing his chest to Shane’s back, enforcing a deeper, more intense physical connection. From this position, I have the best view. Witnessing their faces twist with an onslaught of arousal as Shane's pelvis grates against my burning clit from Chase’s commanding thrusts. A climax suddenly ruptures from somewhere deep inside me.

  “Holy fuck!” I crunch up, hooking my arm around Shane’s neck as the sensations unleash, clashing within me like violent waves. Rapturous seizures break me down until I’m encompassed in nothing but pure bliss. Until my pussy pounds and throbs and pulsates past the point of unbearable.

  “That’s it. That's fucking it.” Shane unloads seconds after I do, riding the coattails of my climax. And like the set of dominos we are, Chase tumbles right along with us. A trio of erotic, impassioned moans creates an acapella in the room. It's one of my favorite sounds. The all too brief melody of the three of us becoming one.

  I cling to Shane as residual pulses of pleasure stun my body. I'm reluctant to move, fearing I may break. I feel so fragile. Utterly vulnerable. Ridiculously delicate. They’ve shattered me. Broken right through my emotional barriers and laid stake on their claim.

  “Hey, you going to let go?” Shane nudges me with his nose.

  “No,” I refuse.

  “Jenn, what’s wrong?”

  “Not a damn thing,” I whisper.

  “Then why won't you let go?”

  “Because I want to memorize this moment. I've never felt more love or more open than I do right now.”

  “Neither have we.” He nuzzles my neck.

  After a few more moments, I detach myself from Shane, certain I won't fall apart.

  Two pairs of shining eyes gaze down at me as I emerge. Jesus, I love these men. They've consumed my whole heart. Forced it to grow and tended to its well-being.

  I stretch out on the bed, body sated, energy eradicated.

  Fixed between two hard bodies, I admire my new sparkly piece of jewelry. It's a statement piece for sure, and I absolutely love it. I love how it looks, and I love what it represents. I love everything about my life. In this quiet moment, I find perfection.

  “How is this going to work exactly?” I wonder aloud. “I can’t legally marry you both.” Which sucks.

  “Yes, that’s true. But there are a few ways we can work it,” Chase explains as his fingertips dance up and down my arm. “You can choose one of us to legally marry, and then we can have a promise ceremony.”

  “Choose between you?” My voice elevates with stress. I could never choose.

  “Or,” he offers another scenario, “you don't legally marry either of us, and we just have a promise ceremony. No paperwork involved. But we thought for insurances purposes, marrying one of us would be the responsible thing to do. Especially when children come into the picture.”

  I lift my eyes to Chase. “Is your biological clock ticking, Mr. Hammond? That's the second time you’ve mentioned kids. And you want plural?”

  “Of course,” he confirms haughtily. “Three at least.” My jaw hits the mattress. “Maybe four, so it's even. Two mine. Two Shane's.”

  “Whoa.” I attempt to sit up, but they both hold me down.

  “Don't freak, Jenn.” Shane laughs. “It's all up for debate. You know Chase is the logical one. He likes things planned out and put on paper. Lawyers.” He rolls his eyes sardonically.

  “One day you’ll both appreciate my provisioned planning.”

  “One day,” Shane messes with him.

  I stare up at the ceiling, my mind racing a mile a minute. “Whose last name are we going to use?”

  “Whichever you want,” Shane states, winding a piece of my blonde hair around his finger.

  I ponder this.

  “If you two were to get married, whose name would you take?”

  Shane and Chase share a contemplative look. “Probably Chase’s.”

  “Then Hammond should be the last name we use,” I decide.

  “Hammond it is then.” Both Shane and Cha
se snuggle closer to me, engulfing me in body heat. Jennifer Hammond—I can totally live with that. I'm suddenly startled by the pop that sounds right outside the window of our suite. The three of us sit up swiftly to see colorful bursts exploding against the night sky.

  Shane smiles like an excited child. “Fireworks. It must be midnight. You know what that means.”

  “No, what?” I question.

  “It's time for a kiss to celebrate the New Year.” He leans in and presses his mouth firmly against mine, rubbing soft, circular motions with his tongue once my lips part. When we separate, I meet Chase's awaiting lips and equally enthusiastic tongue. My head floats from the intoxicating back to back embraces. I love these men. I love who they are and who they make me. I love our life. The current one and the future one filled with possibilities.

  Chase and Shane then share their own kiss, and it's as passion-filled and devoted as the ones we shared. I touch the corner of each of their hungry mouths, the tip of my finger grazing over their zealous tongues. Watching them. Being with them. It's sensuous, self-indulgent, sybaritic. Nothing compares. No drug, no alcohol, no mood-enhancing substance. They’re the hotshot straight into my veins. My ruination and my restoration. Complicated and uncomplicated, they have irrevocably become the beacon of light and warmth that fortifies my entire universe.

  “Lay down, pixie.” Chase sucks on my finger. “There's one more place we want to kiss.”

  I smile salaciously as I lay back, spread my legs, and rest my head on the downy pillows.

  Twitching fitfully as they both tongue me softly, I hand myself over—to them, the New Year, and the anticipation of what’s to come.

  Ty

  These fucking things are a total bore.

  I down another glass of champagne as I glance at my Rolex. Almost midnight. My misery will soon be over.

  Not only running but being the face of a multimillion-dollar company has its perks and its pains. I could think of a thousand other things I’d rather be doing on New Year’s Eve than spearheading potential business connections. But at least the fight was entertaining. I’d hoped this night would be less of a snooze-fest with Shane and Chase here, and maybe even win some brownie points with Jenn, but that plan backfired when they informed me about their alternate arrangements and surprise proposal.

  I swallow another large sip of crisp champagne, draining the glass. At the very least, I can get drunk and not let the night be a total waste. And the band is good, so there's that.

  I meander around the large ballroom littered with A-list actors and actresses, celebrity chefs, and business elites. Some I recognize, some I don’t. I’ve been entitled my entire life, so galas like these don't impress me like some others. It's just another function to wheel and deal. A quarter in, a dollar out.

  I need another drink.

  Turning to head for one of the bars, I spot a beguiling face illuminating under the purple uplights. She’s talking and laughing with two men and a woman. It looks like she doesn't have a care in the world. I envy her. It feels like I have weighted shackles locked around my wrists and ankles at all times. I watch her converse as I stand at the bar, studying her the same way I did at the fight. She has an air. A gravitational pull. I can't tear my gaze away from her athletic silhouette, or her enchanting smile, or her long, flowing chestnut hair. She's not the blonde, waif-like type I’m usually attracted to, yet I can't divert my attention at all. She had me the moment she looked back at me at the fight. Like she recognized me but didn't. It was a strange initial connection, but memorable nonetheless. Bonding almost, until she ran into the arms of another man. Who’s nowhere to be seen at the moment. I would never abandon a woman like her. Not for a moment. Not so a man like me could move in on my territory.

  I'm sip my champagne slowly, the same pace at which I’d explore her body. With my tongue. Starting from the ticklish spot behind her ear, I’d work my way down her neck, over her bare chest and peak of her breast, stopping only momentarily to tease her nipples until they’re puckered and hard. Then I’d slide down the center of her abdomen until I reached the candied spot my sweet tooth has been aching for. Like indulging in dessert, I’d lick her until I'm content, which would take a very, very long while. Needy and wet, she’d beg me to fuck her with more than just my mouth. And I would, in every angle and every position. Until neither of us could see or hear or think. I can almost feel that tight pussy coming all over me as I silently stand here and stare.

  She suddenly looks my way, as if cosmically pulled in my direction, and when our eyes meet, her breath noticeably catches. Does she feel the connection as strongly as I do?

  “Can I have another?” I hold up my glass of champagne to the bartender. The man in the black tuxedo and white gloves places a flute in front of me and pours the golden bubbly until it's frothing at the top. By the time I pick up the glass and start striding across the lavishly decorated room, she’s saying her goodbyes to the people she’d been talking to. It’s like a perfectly planned movie scene.

  She stands alone for several short seconds, watching me approach with wide, entranced eyes.

  “We meet again.” I hand her the champagne.

  She takes it obligingly. “It must be fate.”

  “Perhaps.” I clink the rim of my glass against hers, and we both take a sip. “Where is your husband?” I immediately fish for information.

  She looks at me oddly, the brown of her irises picking up the hues of purple from the lights.

  “I’m not married.”

  “Boyfriend, then?”

  “No boyfriend either.”

  “Then whose arms did you run into earlier tonight?”

  She smiles. “Jack. He’s an old friend.”

  “And where is this old friend now?”

  “Probably with his wife somewhere.”

  I like that answer.

  “Where are your friends?” she inquires.

  “Getting engaged.” The odd look returns to her face.

  “All three of them?” she asks with humor, but I hear the true question in her tone.

  “Yes, all three. They’re an item,” I confirm.

  “Oh.” Her pretty eyes widen as she takes another sip of champagne. “How modern.”

  “Extremely modern,” I agree. “I’m Ty, by the way,” I formally introduce myself. “Ty Winters.”

  That amazing smile reappears. Damn, I feel the fucking thing in my groin.

  “Simone.” She lifts her hand, and I immediately take it. The electric charge is instantaneous. We both vibrate from it. It's magnetic.

  “It's a pleasure.” I’m unable to peel my eyes away from her.

  There’s a shy but strong air about her. A little bit of bait and a whole lot of intrigue.

  One touch just isn't enough. The band slows down the music, providing me the perfect opportunity. “Would you like to dance?” I ask as an edgy rendition of “Wonderful Tonight” flows through the speakers.

  “I would love to.” A dark pink stains her cheeks as she accepts. I mentally list a few other ways I can cause her face to blush that color.

  Placing our glasses on a nearby table, I lead her out to the dance floor as it crowds quickly.

  There’s a momentary awkwardness on her part as I slip my arm around her waist and pull her flush against me. This isn't a platonic encounter. It's a bold statement.

  After several beats of the music and a few sways, her body softens, succumbing to my insistent hold. She feels like perfection in my arms as I inhale her floral scent.

  We dance silently, cheek to cheek, getting swept away in the hypnotic notes. It’s crazy. I don’t know this woman past much more than her name, but I'm drawn to her like a mesmerizing flame. I rub my cheek then my nose against hers, inching the corner of my mouth closer and closer to her lips. An overpowering need to taste her takes over. A breath away from kissing her, she looks up at me with conflicting brown eyes. I pause, awaiting her permission. Armed and ready to cross the line.

 
We listen to a set of the chorus, trapped in a spellbinding stare. Then she moves, closing the tiny gap between our mouths. I seize her head immediately, delivering a heart-stopping kiss right in the middle of the dance floor for everyone to see. It's one of the most epic moments of my life. An unexpected embrace with an unexpected stranger on an unexpected New Year’s Eve.

  Our tongues tangle, our lips compelled as we’re enslaved by the heated bond. My pulse is pounding, my head is throbbing, and my hands are shaking as we both fight for the kiss to continue. Neither one of us willing to break the tie. But basic human need wins over, and we pause for an intake of air.

  “I know this is forward.” I breathe heavily with my eyes closed and my forehead pressed against hers. “But…”

  Simone looks up at me with utter terror. “I can't.” She cuts me off right away. It's as if she can read my mind. Read my rampant desire. All my yearnings. I need this woman tonight, like I need oxygen survive.

  “Yes, you can. No one has to know, if that's what you're worried about.” I try to persuade her. “I'm a discreet man.”

  “It's not that.” The terror in her eyes has morphed into despair. “I just can’t . . . be with a man.” The strong, confident woman who was just standing before me has withdrawn suddenly into a timid wallflower.

  “You can be with me,” I press.

  “I'm sorry, Ty.” She rubs her arms agitatedly and looks everywhere but at me. “I can't be with anyone.”

  “If you give me one night, I can change all that.” I don't know what her dilemma is, but I'm confident I can overcome it. We can overcome it.

  “I wish that were true. I really do.” Simone sighs apologetically. “But no one can change it.”

  “You’ve never met anyone like me.” I rise to the challenge. One side of her mouth curves up.