The Alpha's Touch Boxed Set (14 Book Bundle)

by Taylor, Tawny

  It was all I could do to relieve the crushing pressure, all I could do not to throw her on my hood and take her right there.

  “You're very brave. But you understand, right? There's no coming back from this once you commit.”

  “Isn't that what love is really about? I am committed, Declan. Lead me, sir.” A savory chill rippled up my spine as she called me by the rightful title I claimed in the bedroom. “I won't ever let you go.”

  “Then I'll do everything I humanly can to bring this bastard down. But if you're staying, then you're gonna need this...”

  We let go, breathing heavily. She followed me to my trunk.

  I fished the keys out of my pocket and it opened with a pop. Traces of Montana dust lingered on the metal underside.

  Inside, I had all my gear secured. I unzipped the big black leather bag and felt for it.

  There.

  The dark silver handgun was darker and more modern than anything I used. Easier to aim, fire, and reload, as the dealer had explained a long time ago.

  She stretched her palm open, as if expecting it. I looked at her more closely, expecting a fuss.

  “Keep this with you at all times. It isn't loaded right now, but we'll settle that later. Did your Dad ever teach you to shoot?”

  She shook her head, a slim smile on her face. “No, but my Uncle Grant did. Haven't fired one in years, but I was pretty good when I was a little girl.”

  “Well, maybe we can work on that together. Get you into shape again. Defending this place is up to both of us now.”

  “I'd like that a lot. This place is ours, Declan. And if the two of us can defend it, then it's even less likely these assholes will ever get a foothold here.”

  The gun disappeared into her pocket. We held hands and latched the garage behind us, leaving the car and its menacing cargo in blacker darkness.

  VII: Target Practice (Misty)

  The mornings were getting longer.

  He knew I was awake when he rolled on top of me, eyes narrow and contemplating in the darkness. I kissed him first, reaching up through the shadows to run my tongue on his hard, hungry lips.

  “Mmm. Better way than coffee to start my day, little lady. Sure gives me the kinda jolt I love.”

  Goosebumps instantly lined my flesh when he spoke. He whispered directly in my ear; low, raspy, and masculine.

  “Why don't you come and get some more? I think we both need to blow off a little steam.”

  My legs shifted beneath him. He moved into the empty space I created, wandering between my legs. His hands smoothed up my sides and stopped on my chest.

  He caught my breasts and squeezed through my thin nightgown. I moaned loudly.

  The empty house always echoed loudest on the quiet mornings. I loved the stillness, but especially when we sliced it to tatters, puncturing its peaceful silence with our rough, animalistic cries.

  Barely sunup, and sex filled the air. Its scent, its sound, its haughty promise writ in wet kisses and searing flesh...

  “Do you want to fuck me, sir?” I pursed my lips, positioning my lips as seductively as possible.

  Gotta make myself irresistible. I have no problem giving up control.

  But just once, I'd like him to do the same, give it all up to Nature. If only he'd embrace the heat, realize the beauty cast in every spur of the moment.

  “You know I do,” he growled.

  His hands moved off my breasts, gliding behind me. He lifted me, pulling up my dress, guiding my hips toward him.

  My slick panties met the bulge behind his boxers. Sweat sizzled on my brow, the start of sultry waterfalls, coolant for the fires kindling throughout my body.

  He lowered his bulk, grinding me through our clothes. His arms laid on each side of my head like tall pillars, and in the center, he anchored his kisses.

  His tongue invaded me, confident – hot! – restless as an outlaw riding in to stir up trouble. And this morning, trouble was Declan's middle name.

  My clit shot lightning through me. I arced my back, rising through my pleasure, groaning as sticky sweet delight formed a big lump in my throat.

  I didn't notice his hand reach underneath the bed – not until I felt the ropes.

  The tight, slightly coarse material kissed my wrists like desert touching prairie. I opened my eyes, chest slowly rising and falling with lust.

  “Arms up, Misty. Let's get you in place so you can sing with this bed. I'm going to make both of you scream to high heavens.”

  Oh, yes. Oh, yes you will!

  He'd never disappointed me before. Declan Schuster was a man of his word, and it went double in the bedroom.

  I chewed my lip impatiently. My tense muscles added their heat to the lusty blood swirling through me as he connected my right wrist to the bedpost. Then, he took another rope and did the same to my left hand, tying it snug in a neat knot.

  “You sure you never did any rodeos?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the torrid pulse building in my veins.

  “Not once. Always enjoyed them,” he said, shifting into that strong-but-silent-type persona I adored. “But really, just between you and I, I always liked riding women a lot more.”

  “Women? Plural?”

  “Yeah, but mostly just you.”

  Mostly!

  I had a flash of him with another girl, plain and unremarkable. It was enough to fill me with a jealous rage.

  I wanted to show him who gave her total obedience, who'd never, ever abandon him for anything in the world. Mostly, I wanted to give him the tightest, wettest ride of his life, and prove that he'd never have a better lay than me.

  Because I actually love you, cowboy. And I'm going to prove it to you.

  His muscular hands were back on my sides. He sank beneath my belly, pressing hot, slow kisses on both my thighs. Angling upward, his face came forward, inching and licking its way to my fiery center.

  He shoved up my gown and grabbed for the waistband to my panties. Using it as a handle, they zipped down my legs.

  He flattened them beneath my knees, letting my wetness caress the air and his heavy gaze.

  Declan tortured me with his hot breath. He stopped, half an inch from my folds, rubbing his stubble on my inner thighs and breathing heavily.

  You like that? I imagined him saying.

  “Yes, yes!” I cried, answering a question he hadn't spoken aloud. But then, doesn't the flesh always speak louder than words?

  Yes.

  Finally, he had his fill. He pushed forward, closing the gap, rolling his sweet, wide tongue straight between my labia.

  I bucked up and screamed. My own tongue caught between my teeth. I held it there, just on the verge of getting bitten, a precarious hostage to the pleasure rising between my legs.

  Come on, lover. Let's go!

  I pushed toward him, as far as the ropes would let me. He moved with my waist, devouring me fully, reaching to spread my folds with his calloused fingers.

  His tongue brushed my clit once. He stopped, smiling as he pulled back.

  “Is this what you really want more than anything? You haven't given me a single fantasy yet, little lady. I want to hear them all.”

  I blinked hard. Holy shit, I expected torture with his lips and tongue – but not like this!

  I wasn't prepared for a surprise interrogation. Especially when my inquisitor knew too much about a woman's body.

  He waited until the perfect moment to strike, when I'd been laid open, left hot and trembling and totally at his mercy.

  Fucking hell!

  I cursed the mantra in my head. And then I said a hundred things worse, calling out to higher, erotic powers, begging for anything that would make him release me from this strange, fascinating, and weirdly delightful captivity.

  “Do you really want to know, sir?” I opened my eyes again.

  We made eye contact. I stared at the titan hovering over me.

  With his damaged chest fully healed – or so close to it I couldn't tell – he rac
ed ahead of human perfection and left it choking in the dust. He looked like a visionary statue, stripped of its alabaster skin and brought to life, my own personal Golem for protection, love, and carnal sin.

  “Tell me. Unless you don't want my tongue on your clit...”

  No! Not that!

  “I want you...inside me.” I quickly realized how silly it sounded. But it was hard to say it under any circumstances, let alone after being left with swollen petals by the finest cowboy in the world.

  “You get that all the time,” he said with a chuckle. “Come on, little lady. Don't pretend you were born without a kinky side.”

  “I want you in me!” I said, raising my hips until my slit touched his fingers. “Bareback. Raw. I want you to pump me hard and fill me with your come, just like nature intended.”

  Declan stopped. His jaw rustled behind his lips. His eyes flared – brighter, starker, and so much deeper.

  “I know it isn't the craziest thing in the world...but it's what I want,” I said slowly. “I'm telling you the honest to God truth. You know that, don't you, sir?”

  His hands moved away from me. I was afraid I'd disappointed him, and he was going to punish me accordingly.

  “Only one way to find out,” he said.

  Suddenly, his hands shifted to my thighs, gingerly spreading them apart. He never broke eye contact, penetrating me with his gaze alone.

  Instinct rippled through my limbs. My legs opened for him, like flowers widening at sunlight.

  He moved aside, reached for my panties, and tore them the rest of the way off me. They landed behind him with a plop, the same as his own boxers a second later.

  My eyes fixed on his hard cock. Beautiful, bare, and heading straight for me.

  “Sir? Declan?” I tried his names, whispering them over and over as he drew closer.

  His cock wedged between my slit. I sucked in a sorely needed breath. The oxygen hit me like home brewed whiskey, dizzying and potent.

  Oh my God. All my deepest wishes exist in his flesh, his magic wand. One little strike and everything I've ever wanted is going to –

  His breath puffed ragged as he sank into me. Declan and I groaned at once, howling with the bed springs, as our warm, wet, eager flesh touched directly for the first time.

  I'd never taken a man bare before. And now, all our walls were truly ripped down, no latex or chemicals keeping us apart.

  Our flesh melded as he dove deep. I gushed, creaming on his cock, whimpering as the thickest wave I ever felt tore across my flesh, wringing me from head to toe.

  Declan began to thrust, bowing his head slightly. The heavy meaning behind this sex, this baby making sex, wasn't lost on him.

  The reverence, the heat, the sweat, the feel of his cock digging sweetly inside me on my flesh...too much! Too fast!

  I lifted my hips, curling my legs around him. I thrashed, pushing myself back and forth on his cock, fucking him as fast and hard as the ropes would let me.

  The strands scratched my wrists. I didn't care.

  I sacrificed comfort on my hands to appease the itch roaring inside me. Taking him bare flipped a darkly primal switch inside my brain.

  I wouldn't break until I'd milked him dry, taking my pleasure in his, gulping his seed deep into my womb.

  Oh, fuck! This cowboy's sweet, sweet seed...

  I grunted hard. The insane fever driving me on surprised him, but only for a second.

  He wrapped his hands around my belly, hooking just above my ass, regaining control as his rebellious submissive went the full stretch.

  He pushed back, fierce and fearless, driving through my wet strokes.

  His hands raced up, catching my shoulders, holding me flat and raised above the mattress on my knees. He laid himself deep inside me and stopped. One hand moved higher, aggressively latching onto my hair.

  “Ah! What the hell's gotten into you? I get to say when you come, little lady. And you're gonna come now. You give it up to me, baby doll, or else I'm going to pull out and smear my come on those pretty tits.”

  He yanked my hair as his other hand moved to my breasts. Nipple in his fingers, he tweaked it hard, emphasizing his threat with raging flesh.

  I moaned. The ticking time bomb inside me exploded.

  I rode high, digging my heels into his ass. Friction scratched my furthest reaches.

  My lips touched sharp teeth, my wrists burned against the ropes, my sex coated his cock, and I still chaffed him whenever I ground low, rubbing my twitching clit into his pubic bone. His hand jerked.

  My head tipped back, and I let it all out. I screamed so loud the bed springs became a distant, weakened moan.

  The explosion reverberated through the house, through my own bones, through my lover, through the whole damned universe.

  I'd felt the fire a thousand times before, but now I saw it. A scorching inferno surrounded me, caressing my nerves at every end, living and vast as the endless starry sky.

  A single spasm started at my hips, spread up to my brain, and milked me for all I was worth.

  He'd forced me into full body climax like nothing else, total surrender, merciless submission that left me panting and breathless and begging for more.

  I collapsed against his shoulder, letting the white hot embers fade behind me.

  “Please, please come inside me. I need to feel you come, sir.” I kissed his neck.

  My lips opened, blossoming into a bite. He jerked in surprise as my teeth grazed his flesh.

  I knew he was holding back, maintaining stoic control as I went nuclear on his erection. He thrust hard, filling me, drilling new paths through my spasming velvet.

  The orgasm never stopped – not completely. Delicious ripples shook me, rising with his tempo. Soon, my hips moved without thinking, grinding to match his rhythm.

  And that rhythm went full rock star. He rode me, pounding deeper, harder, not caring if he shook me or broke me in his runaway lust.

  Yes! Let me hit your buttons. Hit them all at once!

  I flopped onto my back without unwinding my legs. Hurricane Declan crashed forward, a human wave of hard cowboy goodness, a bounty hunter about to unravel and collect the highest prize a man can claim.

  “Come on! I'm ready for this, and I think you are too.” I angled myself higher, the better for him to reach deeper, clenching my feet in a neat stone behind him.

  He threw himself forward, an engine full of thunder. For a single glorious second, I felt his life giving light coalescing, volcanic energy readying for a thousand year release.

  Declan came.

  He came, like a thunderhead pouring inside me. He came, more mountain than man, growling like a whole forest hit and split by a meteor's impact. He came; wet, warm, and sweet as my most cherished moments, a second baptism washing deep inside me.

  Everything, inside and out, snapped with vice-like strength. My outer muscles hugged him as hard as they could, grasping for dearest life.

  My sex sucked and clenched around his cock, eagerly lapping up his molten gift.

  His cock ballooned and emptied, alive with strict contractions that wouldn't be stopped by anything.

  Stopped? Oh, no. Hell no.

  I pushed through my overwhelming climax, straight through the cacophony of pleasure cries and bed springs singing with worn voices. I tightened around him, drunk on my wetness, a sucking ring of feminine pleasure.

  The rosy burn around my wrists was the first thing I noticed after my senses returned. He was still in me, laying lower across my body. His hot, heavy breathing danced inside my ear.

  I grinned.

  Amazing. No words could adequately describe the wholeness I felt in my core, my soul, now that this unbelievable angel had given me my everything.

  Only one question left. How would he look at me when he rose?

  I waited, taking shallow breaths. Tired, tense, and a little nervous, I brushed his calves with my legs, intertwined around his.

  “You don't regret this, do you, sir?” I
whispered it softly, just as he began to stir.

  When I saw his eyes, I had my answer. Somehow, he had more energy left in his handsome body. He hadn't spent it all, hadn't burned up everything in our whirlpool pleasure.

  “I don't do regrets, Misty. There's no room for those in my trade or in life.” He pulled out of me slowly and lay next to me, reaching for my hand.

  “You're really ready for a baby?” As I said the words, I wondered the same about myself. But the intensity within me said, yes, even without a why or a how.

  “Little lady, I'm ready for anything with you. And if that's in the cards, I'll be a very fortunate, very happy man. And you know what?” He paused. “I'm gonna make sure our luck lines up right.”

  I wondered what he meant until I looked at his lap. His erection was swelling again, eager to share his fire a second time.

  I smiled. It was all the urging he needed to unbind my aching hands. I shifted to the other side and bent low, ready to warm him to hard readiness with my mouth.

  I held myself steady as the deafening BANG exploded around me. The bullet missed the can by a couple inches.

  I swore beneath my breath. It was close, at least, but it had been so long since I'd fired anything.

  “Take it easy! I've seen a hundred first time shots a lot worse than that,” he said, laughing between his words.

  “This isn't my first time around, though! Don't you remember?”

  He looked puzzled for a moment. I lowered the handgun to my side, moving my arms out lightly to shake off the impact.

  “Oh, right. Well, your Dad taught you well, little lady. Let's have another shot and see if you can nail it this time. I have a feeling you're gonna get at least one by the end of the evening...”

  Declan had no idea. Neither did I until I hit the empty soup can on my third try.

  It bounced high in the air and hit the ground, a circular hole carved straight through the metal. I lifted my empty fist toward the sky and shouted.

  “Hell yeah! See if any of your bad guys come sniffing around here while I'm armed and dangerous.” I turned to him, laughing.

  The cowboy bounty hunter rewarded me with a kiss. I kissed him a second time, a little more eagerly, watching the vivid evening colors dance behind him.