Alphas & Fairytales: A New Year's Eve Anthology

by Molly McLain

  “I have a feeling that's true. Your reputation precedes you.”

  “You know who I am?” I cock my head. “You’ve known the whole time?”

  “I had a suspicion at first, but wasn't one hundred percent sure until you told me your name.”

  “Have we met before?” I rack my brain. I would have surely remembered meeting a woman like her.

  “Not officially.”

  “What does that mean?” I question.

  “Our families run in the same circles,” Simone provides me with a vague response. I scrutinize her.

  “What’s your last name?”

  She pauses before answering. “Travers. Simone Travers.”

  I freeze. Her first name isn’t familiar, but her last name punches me right in the gut.

  The company two families built from nothing bears both our names. The same company my family is sole owner of now.

  “Is this some kind of fucking joke?” I back away from Simone. To say the company split was nasty is putting it mildly. It was a bloodbath that almost put us under. Even just conversing with her is like pitting a Montague against a Capulet. “Why are you here?” I demand suspiciously.

  “Because I was invited.”

  “Why?”

  “My family contributes a lot of money to the organization.”

  “This particular organization? I find that ironic.” I scoff.

  “Helping Vets is a noble cause.”

  “Travers’ don't know a thing about being noble,” I spit.

  “You’re one to talk. You and your family sit on a high horse, thinking you’re superior. But you’re just like all the rest. Lots of money and an expensive suit doesn't make you any better than me.” Anger flashes over her exquisite features, and the woman I was originally drawn to returns with a vengeance.

  I seize her arm securely, adamant to make a point. “I’ve got news for you. I’m better than most everyone.”

  “You are one cocky son of a bitch.” She tries to tug her arm out of my tight grip.

  “Damn right, sweetheart. You don't get to where I am by being a pushover. Confidence is key.”

  “Confidence, huh? Is that what you call it? I’m more inclined to agree with your friend. You’re an asshole.” Simone finally yanks herself free. As blindsided and pissed off as I am, our disconnection aggravates me above all else. Despite her family ties, I still want her as much now as I did before. Maybe even more. The notion of fucking a piece of forbidden fruit tempts me as powerfully as the devil tempted Eve.

  “Why are you really here?” I grab Simone again, interrogating her. Even her name is alluring.

  Hostility radiates from every toned curve of her body. The clingy champagne material plastered to her skin allows me to pinpoint each seductive peak and enticing valley.

  “Because this organization is incredibly important to me.” She looks me dead in the eyes with the heart of a warrior. Jesus, this woman. She’s as fierce as she is delicate. And I have never wanted anyone or anything as badly as I want her. Ever.

  “Why?” I need to know.

  “It helped when nothing else could.”

  “Helped who?”

  Seconds pound away like heavy drum beats until she finally answers.

  “Me . . .”

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  To be continued in the Billionaire’s Beginning….

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  Freeing His Dark Edges (A Dark Edges Short Story)

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  Chapter 1

  Naomi

  CHRISTMAS MORNING

  Standing at the French doors, I gazed out into the backyard watching the little flakes of snow coat the already white covered ground, waiting for Chase to finish placing last minute gifts under the tree. I smiled around the mug of hot coffee pressing against my lips. It was the first Christmas in our new home and I was feeling giddy. Not only since it was Christmas—who doesn’t get that bubbly feeling inside on Christmas morning—but because I was anticipating Chase’s reaction to one of many, Christmas gifts I got him.

  One, he’d just received in the bedroom but when I’d been done, he flipped me to my back and proceeded to give me mine. Then again, anytime I’d had sex with Chase was like a gift. No, let me correct myself, every day with Chase Black had been a gift, a gift that kept on giving. Sure, I can tell you it’d been fabulous and the angels sang their tune every time we were around one another, but that’d be a lie. Of course, we had our ups and downs like every other normal couple. Not to mention, having to learn Chase’s ways and his language of love had been difficult. Once I had managed and understood him inside and out, it’d been a pretty damn smooth ride.

  “Have I told you how fucking gorgeous you are?”

  I didn’t turn. Instead, I smiled and answered, “Hmm, I’m not sure.”

  My reply got me a deep chuckle from him and that’s what I was after. Like always, the rumble of it cascaded through my body and left a warmth in its wake. I turned and took in my man. He was covered in nothing but gray flannel pajama pants, dancing blue eyes focused on me and a huge grin. Now that sight was all I needed to make my Christmas perfect.

  “My girl gonna give me shit on Christmas morning?” he questioned, with a smirk and raised brows.

  “If I say yes, what does it get me?” I returned, with a tilt of my head.

  “Playing dirty,” he nodded, while his e
yes dropped down and began to leisurely make their way up before he finished, “that’s my girl.”

  I shrugged my shoulders with a grin.

  “No, baby, let’s open gifts before I have to fuck you again.” he told me, as he jerked his head toward the living room.

  “If you insist.”

  My answer got me an audible growl and narrowed eyes. I loved pushing his many buttons but this one had been my favorite. Although, I hadn’t been sure if keeping him with a semi-hard cock all the time was healthy.

  Hmm! Call Russell when I get a chance.

  An hour and ten minutes, three heavy make-out sessions and nineteen gifts later, I handed him gift number ten, his last one. The present I’d been having a hard time keeping a secret.

  “I really hope you like it,” I said, trying to keep my voice even because I knew he’d love it.

  He began to slowly tear at the paper around the small oblong box and informed me, “I have one more for you, sweetheart.”

  “Chase!” I slapped his leg. “We agreed on ten each and that was it.”

  “Sorry, baby, couldn’t do it.” He looked up from his focus on the gift in his hand and smiled at me.

  I rolled my eyes at him which got me a chuckle in return. Sitting cross legged in front of him, I wiped my sweaty hands on my pink and gray plaid flannel pajamas. He slowly lifted the top off the brown box and stared at what was inside. This went on for a minute, but felt more like five hundred million minutes. The smile I had on my face began to fade as my shoulders slumped.

  “I can always sell them,” I started and when he didn’t say anything, I kept on, “maybe Lane would like them or Russell…”

  He didn’t let me finish as he started, “You got me tickets to see The Ripper fight?” he asked, in a hard tone as his eyes raised to mine.

  “Umm, yeah,” I said softly, with a little shrug of my shoulder. “I heard it’s supposed to be a big fight and then they’re having a gala afterward and…”

  “In Vegas?” he probed, in the same tone, cutting me off.

  Shit, Naomi! You fucked up!

  “Chase,” I paused, took a deep breath and continued, “if you don’t want to go it’s okay…”

  I wasn’t able to finish as he lunged toward me and, in a flash, he had my back to the floor and was hovering over me. He smiled…no, he gave me a huge Chase grin. The one I’d absolutely loved the most because it said he was truly happy.

  “My girl got me tickets to a MMA fight in Vegas,” he said lowly, more to himself than asking me.

  “She did,” I answered anyway.

  He brushed his lips against mine and uttered next to my ear, “God, I fucking love you.”

  Twenty-four minutes later, breathless from the amazing orgasm Chase had given me with his magical fingers, he’d went out to the garage to get my last present. Laying there looking up at the beautiful natural colored wood beam that ran the length of the V in the ceiling, I shook my ass against the hardwood and did a light tapping of my feet on the floor.

  I just didn’t do good with his gift. I did an awesome fucking job. I smiled.

  As soon as I heard the door open and the distant sound of nails pattering along the wood floor, I quickly sat up. I watched as a chocolate brown puppy came running toward me followed by my man with that killer grin on his face.

  “Merry Christmas, baby.”

  My breath hitched as the tingling in my nose started. The fluffy puppy skidded into my hip, caught himself and began to climb into my lap, panting with excitement.

  “Oh my god,” I breathed, as I set off to run my hands over the soft fur.

  Then the tears began to flow down my cheeks and blur my vision. Chase sat down next to me and gave the puppy a rough head rub which got him a bark from the dog.

  “You ass.” A broken sob escaped, faltering my words. “You topped my gift.” I finished with a smile.

  “Baby, I will always top you.” Chase winked.

  Chapter 2

  CHASE

  NEW YEARS EVE

  I watched my girl pace the suite with her cell to her ear, laughing.

  Observing her had been something I could do for hours, and have. Not even sure she’d really ever noticed how many times I’d watch her move about the kitchen while she’d been baking. I’d play it cool with either my laptop in front of me or cell phone in my hand, but my eyes were always focused on her.

  She made me so fucking happy.

  I’d never thought the dark edges that crept into the depth of my body could’ve been extracted. Naomi McAllister had the power to do it, and she did. She changed my life, made it fucking beautiful, gave me so much fucking sweet there’d been times I thought I’d slipped into a sugar coma. Many nights I’d lay in bed and watch her sleep, thanking every fucking God for sending her my way.

  Because, without her, I don’t know where I’d fucking be.

  “Oh my god, that is too funny,” Naomi giggled, then took the phone from her ear and covered the mouth piece.

  “Henry took one of Lane’s socks and he had to chase him through the house. Maddie told him this was his prep ‘cause, before he knows it, he’s gonna be chasing a little one,” she told me with a smile, and went back to her conversation.

  I returned the smile and as I continued to watch her standing by the huge window that looked out onto the Vegas strip, thoughts of Naomi being a mom popped into my head. It hadn’t been the first time I’d thought about it. But, it was the first time I wanted to fucking toss my woman on the bed and fuck her slowly, filling her with my seed and spending the next nine months watching my girl carry my baby. At that admission, a sudden tightness clenched my heart as a warmth ran through my body. But it hadn’t freaked me the fuck out like it had in the beginning. Now, I just rode the fucking wave of bliss that I was on.

  I knew what needed to come first though.

  I glanced over at the digital clock on the nightstand. She’d been on the phone with Madison for ten minutes, that was long enough. I rose from the chair and stalked over to Naomi.

  Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her back to my front and whispered in her free ear, “Need my girl.”

  I felt her body go lax against mine, then she said into the cell, “Maddie, I gotta get going. I’m so glad Henry is being good for you. Well, as good as a puppy can be.” she giggled, paused, then, “Okay, honey, I will. Bye.”

  Getting Naomi, Henry—that’s what she fucking named the puppy—for Christmas was the best damn gift I’d gotten her. But…she never wanted to leave him fucking alone. So, I told her—“Babe, you wanna be home all the time now, then you gotta entertain me too”—and fuck, she did. My girl always rocked my fucking world but since Henry came along, she stepped it the fuck up.

  Lane and me had gone up to see Russell the other day and I came home to her naked, hands flat against the wall, ass tipped out, waiting for me.

  Fucking hell! I’m getting hard just thinking about it.

  Since we’d spent so much time at home, she spent most of that time naked. I like having Henry around…a fucking lot. Even if the little bastard pissed in my truck the other day on the way home from the fucking dog park.

  Yeah, I’d become one of those people. Don’t fucking judge.

  She tapped end on the screen, tossed the cell onto the window sill and turned in my arms.

  “What exactly does my man need?” she inquired, with a sexy smirk while lifting her arms to wrap around my neck.

  “This fucking sweet body of yours,” I whispered, before taking her mouth with mine.

  I fucking loved every kiss that Naomi and I had. Some were slow and sensual, making love to each other’s mouths. Then there was the fierce hunger kiss like we couldn’t get enough of each other.

  But right now, it was gentle and erotic, leisurely roaming each other’s mouths. Moving my hands down to her ass, I squeezed, causing a gasp to escape her mouth. I hooked my hands under her ass cheeks and lifted. She wrapped her legs around my waist while her fin
gers dug into my neck. Giving a slight rotation of my hips, I rubbed my jean-clad hard cock against her cream linen pant covered pussy. She gave me a throaty groan that I swallowed as I began to take the kiss to a new level.

  Slowly, I lowered us to the bed, putting my weight on my forearms. I moved my mouth off hers and started kissing and nibbling my way over her cheek, down her neck and back up to her ear.

  “Love you, No,” I roughly whispered.

  Her legs tightened around my waist, her bare heels digging into my ass, she softly returned, “Love you, Chase.”

  Putting all my weight to my left arm, I snaked my right hand under her soft red blouse and skimmed my fingers along her smooth skin. She pulled on my neck and I lowered my head, giving her access to my neck where she started kissing and moaning. Once I reached her bra, I pulled down the cup, exposing her breast. Sliding my thumb across her hard nipple, she sucked in a breath.

  “My girl hot for me?”

  “Always,” she whimpered, against my neck.

  Moving my hand, I lifted her shirt, bent my head and took her rosy, stiff peak into my mouth.

  “Oh god,” she muttered, as her back arched.

  Her hands pressed against the back of my head and I bit down gently before running my tongue in circles around her hardened nipple. Quickly, I yanked the other breast free and paid the same attention to the firm bud. Keeping my mouth on her breast, I eased a hand down her body, into her pants and underneath her lace panties.