The Island Of Alphas: A BBW Paranormal Romance

by Amira Rain

  "I think I have a feeling what you want to talk to us about, and we've been wanting to talk to you about it, too. We can't make a baby if Nate and I are always being called away to protect the village, and we realize that. The two of us were just talking about this subject earlier today. We know you've probably felt somewhat neglected during your time here on the island, and we both feel badly about that. No woman as sweet, and smart, and beautiful as you, should ever be neglected. Ever.

  “Nate and I deeply, deeply regret that we've been so frequently called away to deal with first the Forms, and now the wolves from Wulfric Palms, these past several weeks. But if you'll just bear with us a little while longer, soon everything will get back to normal, and then Nate and I can give you the attention you deserve every single night. But right now...." Eric paused, pulling me into his arms. "Tonight, we've arranged to have the whole night off to spend with you, and we plan to enjoy every second of it. We plan to have you enjoy every second of it, too. And to that end...." Eric dipped his head and pressed his full lips to mine briefly. "To that end, I propose that we take you into the bedroom this very moment, and begin giving you the attention you've been missing these past several weeks."

  *

  Eric gave me another kiss, letting his lips linger a little longer this time, before scooping me up and heading toward the bedroom with me in his arms. I already felt limp, pliable. I already felt like putty in his hands, a feeling that intensified when he began kissing me again, while still carrying me toward the bedroom with Nate following close behind us.

  By the time Eric set me on my bed, a sensation of butterflies flapping their wings low in my belly had turned into a dull, frustrating ache. It had only been a couple of days since the three of us had shared my bed, but it felt like it had been much longer. Eric hadn't been wrong when he'd said that I needed some attention. I wanted him badly, and Nate, too. Now I was glad that Eric had interrupted my pregnancy announcement, because I was going to get at least one more night of sharing a bed with him and Nate both.

  While they threw off their clothes, I peeled off my red satin pajama shorts and matching camisole and tossed them on the floor, my gaze flitting between Eric's body to Nate's. They both had their eyes glued on me too, specifically on my bare breasts.

  Once completely naked and already fully erect, Nate scrambled into bed next to me, immediately took me in his arms, and began kissing me with intensity, plundering my mouth. I ran a hand across the hardened planes of his chest, reveling in the feel of his smooth skin and his muscles beneath my fingers. This didn't last long, though. Eric climbed into bed on my other side and began gently pulling me into his own arms and away from Nate, making me break Nate's and my kiss.

  A little surprised, because although Eric had shown definite signs of possessiveness before, he'd never outright pulled me away from Nate, I turned my face to Eric, fighting a smile. "Jealous, are we?"

  I hadn't been able to resist teasing him. However, he was not amused. His only response was a low growl while furrowing his dark brows. For some reason, this only increased my desire to tease him, and I gave him a few light pats on the arm.

  "Don't worry. You'll get your turn soon enough."

  "I'll take my turn right now."

  Immediately, Eric brought his lips to mine and began kissing me hard, claiming my mouth. At the same time, he pulled me even farther from Nate and closer to himself, claiming my body for his own with one large, strong hand running from my shoulders to my side to the full curve of my hip. Nate wasn't ready to give me up so easily, though. On his side, facing my back, with his beyond-stiffened erection pressing against my rear, he reached around to my front and began caressing one of my breasts, circling my nipple with a fingertip. The action, combined with the feel of his manhood bobbing against one of my rear cheeks, made me moan into Eric's mouth.

  No matter which man I ended up with as my mate for life, I knew a little part of me, and probably even a big part, was always going to miss sharing a bed with them both. I'd become virtually addicted to the feel of two sets of hands exploring my body at once, addicted to the feeling of being desperately desired by two insanely attractive men.

  Soon Nate slid my lacy black underwear down, tossed them aside, and entered me from behind, even though I was still on my side, kissing Eric, with my legs closed. I wasn't quite sure how Nate had managed this feat, though I was sure my feminine parts being incredibly slick had helped.

  The sensation of being filled with Nate's thick shaft from behind, with my legs tightly closed, was almost indescribable.

  Crying out, I broke my kiss with Eric, then glanced back at Nate while he began working his long pole in and out of my slickness. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

  Making low growls of pleasure, it didn’t seem like he was going to stop any time soon. This didn't seem to sit well with Eric, though.

  While undressing, he'd quickly lit a few candles on my dresser, and now in their golden light I could see his eyes narrowing just slightly. He also made some little snort of indignation. I knew he'd probably been wanting to make love to me first, as was his right as alpha, but Nate's from-behind move had spoiled his plans.

  This was exactly what I was going to miss. I'd forever miss two men jockeying to make love to me first, one of them irritated that it hadn't been him on this particular night.

  Eric may have been too slow to beat Nate, however, it seemed he hadn't given up on giving me pleasure. We were still facing each other, on our sides, and this positioning gave him access to all parts of my naked front. Cradling the side of my face in the crook of his arm, he took his manhood in his free hand, probed my feminine lips apart with the thick head of it, and then began stroking my most sensitive spot with the head, making me cry out again.

  "Keep doing that, Eric. Don't stop."

  He didn't, and Nate didn't stop in his action, either. Soon I was lost in a world of pure pleasure, my body feeling as if it were literally merging with Eric's and Nate's. As Eric continued stroking my most sensitive spot with the head of his rock-hard shaft, and Nate continued thrusting into my slickness from behind, steadily increasing his pace and depth of penetration, I began to feel a powerful climax building deep inside of me.

  And that was when Eric did something incredibly alpha, something that Nate probably considered incredibly rude.

  With one gentle-but-swift movement, Eric rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him and away from Nate, who groaned, the sound tapering off into something almost resembling an anguished sob.

  Eric then immediately positioned the head of his manhood at my slick entrance and thrust upward and into me powerfully enough to make me gasp, near ecstasy. Just moments after I began riding him, I reached full ecstasy and threw my head back, moaning, while my entire body shuddered with pleasure. Eric reached climax as well, thrusting his granite-hard shaft upward and into me as deeply as it could go, filling me with the warmth of his masculine essence.

  Not a moment after our shared passion was completely spent, Nate pulled me onto himself, flipped me onto my back, and then thrust his manhood into my depths just as powerfully as Eric had. Reveling in the feeling of being completely filled by his hardness once again, I sighed in rapture, gripping his muscular shoulders.

  A while later, after Nate had experienced release and I'd experienced a second one, I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, wrapped in the strength and security of his and Eric's arms.

  I didn't sleep the whole night through, though. After several hours, I awoke starving, threw on an oversized t-shirt, and padded out to the kitchen for a midnight snack, or a three-in-the-morning snack, to be more exact. In the dim light of a single small tabletop lamp on the island, I chopped up some pineapple, scarfed most of it down, and then made a chicken sandwich, which I practically inhaled. I'd always had a healthy appetite, though hunger usually didn't wake me from sleep. I was, however, eating for two now, I reasoned.

  With my appetite increasing even early in my first trimester,
I knew middle-of-the-night snacks were likely to become a regular thing.

  More or less satisfied after my sandwich, or at least not starving anymore, I nibbled a few more chunks of pineapple and sipped some water flavored with a squeeze of lime. I was just about to head back to bed, when Eric appeared in the kitchen, wearing only a pair of midnight-blue boxers. The soft light from the island lamp illuminated every hard, muscular ridge of his body and made his lightly-tanned skin almost seem to glow. I suddenly realized I was very hungry, though not for more food.

  With his delectable lips curving in a sexy half-grin, Eric sauntered over to the island, put his arms around me from behind, and spoke near my ear in a low, husky voice. "I woke up hungry for a midnight snack, too, but I'm not interested in pineapple. You're the only sweetness I need."

  I bit back a delighted laugh at his slight corniness.

  He moved around to my side to look at me, scoffing in mock indignation, or at least I was pretty sure it was mock, just based on the way his deep gray eyes were twinkling. "Oh, I see how you are...trying not to laugh at my sweet nothings. I'll have to make a note to myself: 'No more sweet nothings for Liz. She'll just make fun of them.'"

  I laughed without trying to stifle it this time. "That is not true. Liz actually loves your sweet nothings. She was laughing with delight, and not making fun."

  With his mouth twitching with amusement, Eric tightened his arms around me, pulling me even closer to him. "Is that a fact?"

  "It is. But since you took offense, I'll apologize anyway, but not by saying I'm sorry. I'll apologize by giving you a kiss."

  I immediately did just that, and not just a peck. As our kiss deepened, Eric gently pulled me off my bar stool to stand front-to-front with him, and I could feel him already becoming hard. Soon I was leaning over the island, panting, while he made love to me from behind, covering my body with his own, growling. He gripped my hips with both hands, which I loved the feel of, but I was also glad for the support to help me remain standing, because when my climax crashed over me in rapid waves, my legs felt as if they'd turned to jelly.

  A short while later, Eric pulled up his boxers, had a seat on a bar stool, and pulled me onto his lap, whispering near my ear. "I love you, Liz. I've been wanting to tell you this for a while. I love you."

  Surprised and elated, I wasted no time in telling him that I loved him, too.

  With his mouth curving in a slow half-grin, he tightened his arms around me. "You've just made me the happiest man in the world. Although, I have to be honest. Even though hearing you say you love me, too, has made me nearly indescribably happy, at the same time, there's also something that's making me very unhappy."

  "What is it?"

  "It's the fact that the longer our little ménage a trois with Nate goes on, the more I'm not pleased with things. The longer it goes on, the more I regret entertaining the idea in the first place, and then allowing it to continue. With every day that passes, I feel myself becoming increasingly possessive of you, and acting accordingly, as you might have noticed earlier tonight."

  I certainly had.

  "I think you're the love of my life, Liz, and I want you to be my woman. I want you to be my mate forever. But, of course, there's a problem. I believe Nate is very much in love with you, too, and I gave him my word that we'd both share your bed until you become pregnant. Now I deeply, deeply regret that. The idea of him possibly getting you pregnant before I can makes me grind my teeth whenever I think about it. It almost makes me physically ill. When you become pregnant, I want it to be with my baby. I want us to have a family together."

  "I want to have a family with you, too. I want to have your baby. Not Nate's. I won't lie and say that sharing a bed with you both hasn't been incredibly fun, but...I love you, Eric."

  With his expression extremely serious, he studied my face briefly before responding. "Let's call it off with Nate before you get pregnant. Let's ensure that you get pregnant with my baby. Yes, I gave Nate my word that he could share your bed, and you invited him into your bed, but people change their minds, and he'll have to understand that.

  “He'll have to understand that we've fallen in love, and we only want each other now. And if he doesn't understand that...well, I'm the alpha of our wolf pack. He'll have to do as I say and respect the fact that you and I have decided that we don't want to leave things to chance anymore. We want a baby together now."

  Despite the fact that Nate wasn't present, I knew it was time to reveal my secret. It was time to reveal that I was already pregnant. However, considering that either of them could be the baby's father, part of me felt like I should wait until I could tell both Eric and Nate at once, and that telling Eric first wouldn't be fair. After a moment's quick thought, I decided that I'd go through with my pregnancy reveal, but I was going to deliver the news to them both simultaneously.

  "We have to wake Nate up, Eric. He should be a part of this conversation, too."

  Right away, Eric stood, gently moving me off his lap and onto my feet. "You're right. We shouldn't wait to tell him about our plans, and what we've realized."

  Whether caused by morning sickness or anxiety, my stomach began churning with nausea. Eric didn't have a clue what I was going to tell the two of them, and I knew he'd be stunned. Stunned and brokenhearted, too, when he realized that our dreams of being together might be dashed if Nate was eventually proven to be the father of my baby.

  Eric began striding out of the kitchen, presumably to go wake Nate, and I threw on my long t-shirt, then leaned against the island, shaking my head, regretting the moment it had even crossed my mind to ask for a ménage a trois with both men. I would've done anything to go back in time and make a different choice.

  However, I knew that what was done was done, and all I could do was tell them both about my pregnancy, then pray that a paternity test would reveal Eric as my baby's father. I could hardly bear to think about the possibility of that not being the case.

  Soon Eric returned to the kitchen with Nate, and both of them were fully dressed. My heart sank when I saw that the three of us likely wouldn't be sitting down for a talk, though.

  Eric had his cell phone to his ear, and he moved his head in an almost imperceptible nod, coming to a stop in the middle of the kitchen. "All right, Matt. Thanks. We'll be there in a minute."

  He ended the call and pocketed his phone, frowning.

  Still queasy, I slid off my bar stool and came over to him and Nate. "Let me guess? The two of you have to go deal with Dominic and his wolf pack."

  I hadn't meant to sound so resentful, but I was just frustrated.

  Eric winced, sighing. "Yes. It seems some of Dominic's men are causing trouble for our guards to the west. Nate and I have to go help resolve things, and unfortunately, I’m not sure if we'll be back by morning."

  Now it was my turn to sigh, and I did so loudly, my sick feeling easing just slightly.

  "It's fine. The three of us can talk later."

  After each giving me a quick kiss, the two of them left the bungalow and I went back to bed, silently cursing Dominic and his men. That's when the thought occurred to me that I could stop all the attacks myself, simply by giving Jason the crystal amulet that Dominic was trying to get. Staring up at a shaft of moonlight slanting across my bedroom ceiling, I decided that before work the next day, I was going to make a visit to the bunker beneath the clinic.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  I ended up never falling back asleep. I decided to just give Jason the amulet Dominic wanted, and stop all the attacking and fighting right there, but then I changed my mind, and then I changed it again, at least a dozen more times. By the time I got out of bed around seven, I decided that I'd meet Jason as planned that evening and tell him that I wouldn't get the amulet without Eric's knowledge.

  I wished I could just tell Eric about everything, but for one thing, I didn't want to get Jason in trouble with Dominic, if Dominic were to find out that Jason had gone behind his back to ask me for the amulet. For ano
ther thing, with Eric constantly being called away to deal with the attacking wolves, I wasn't sure when I'd even get the chance to talk to him. I couldn't even seem to manage to get enough time with him to tell him I was pregnant.

  With only a few patients needing to be seen, my morning at work dragged. It was a typical sunny, gorgeous day on the island, so around noon, Laura and I took our lunches outside and ate on a wooden picnic table situated near some dunes in front of the clinic.

  The table had a view of the sparkling ocean and the beach, with its pale golden sand stretching as far as the eye could see. On this day, I found it difficult to enjoy the view.

  I found it difficult even to savor my lunch, despite the fact that my morning sickness had abated and my extreme hunger had returned. I simply felt too conflicted and anxious to eat much, both from the situation with my pregnancy and Eric and Nate, and from the situation with Jason and the wolves from Wulfric Palms.

  After only a few bites, I set down my BLT sandwich and re-wrapped it in its wax paper wrapping,