Alphas' Embrace
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Southern Supernatural Alphas
Alphas’ Embrace
Avery fled to Shadetree, Texas from a criminal organization, The Brotherhood, a group known for eliminating loose ends. She has nowhere to turn and no one to trust. This is her last chance to hide and hope they forget about her and her little girl.
Alpha Lycans Sam and Gage protect both humans and supernaturals equally in their Texas Pack. When a woman and her child move in across the street, the brothers become increasingly alarmed. Not only is she afraid of them, she tries far too hard to avoid them.
When Sam finally corners her in Gage’s bar, he realizes that she is his fated mate. Suddenly, her fear is very much his business. They want her to come willingly into their arms, so they move slower than normal for Lycans claiming their mate.
Time is running out though. Their enemies are closing in on them, and if they delay too long, they could lose her forever.
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 78,038 words
ALPHAS’ EMBRACE
Southern Supernatural Alphas
Sara Anderson

Siren Publishing, Inc.
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A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
ALPHAS’ EMBRACE
Copyright © 2017 by Sara Anderson
ISBN: 978-1-64010-876-9
First Publication: December 2017
Cover design by Harris Channing
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Sara lives in Southwest Missouri with her husband and children.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
About the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Landmarks
Cover
ALPHAS’ EMBRACE
Southern Supernatural Alphas
SARA ANDERSON
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
“Oh my God! Don’t look now, but he’s looking at you.” Brandy’s eyes twinkled with excitement, her eyebrows raised in emphasis, and then her gaze shifted from behind her to back to Avery’s face. A country music song from Dierks Bentley and Cole Swindell filled the Prairie Rider Dance Hall and Saloon.
“Who?” Avery turned, and as if there was a magnet connecting their eyes, she met the gaze of Sam Dalton, the man who had filled her dreams and fantasies since she’d moved to Shadetree, Texas. Her heart rate spiked in both arousal and fear as his dark gaze held hers as easily as a man held a kitten in his hand.
With more effort than she expected, she turned back to Brandy. “Oh my god!” Maybe he was looking at Brandy…yeah, right. One glance in the large mirror over the bar shattered that notion. She could see his reflection, and he was staring at her. She only allowed herself to peek for a second, but that was all it took for Sam to give her a sensual smile that was hotter than any fantasy she’d conjured up in the last three months.
This was her worst nightmare coming true. She’d vowed to never date again, at least until Rylee was much, much older. Sam turned her on in ways no man ever managed before. She’d break her own vow and end up heartbroken.
She couldn’t help herself. Her eyes once again raised to the mirror, and his dark, primal gaze was still focused on her. He was staring directly at her with his alert eyes trained on her like an expert hunter seeking its prey. She shivered in both arousal and dread.
“Shit.” This was not how she envisioned a girl’s night out would go. She tore her gaze away from his and zeroed in on the multiple exits. It was a warm night, and she could walk home. Six months ago, she’d vowed a man would never harm her baby again, and that meant she didn’t date at all, even Sam, a man she knew she could easily fall head over heels in love with…or at least lust.
Brandy smiled at her, and she apparently had other ideas. An old Tim McGraw song, “I Like It, I Love It,” blared from the speakers and folks decked out in jeans, western shirts, and hats danced to the music.
“I told you not to look,” Brandy said in an I told you so kind of tone. “Now, he’s coming over here.”
Avery’s eyes widened even further as she stared at her friend in a silent plea for her to stop him. Surely, she could rein in the sexy, muscular cowboy. Brandy was from here. She knew everyone, and they all knew her, while Avery was still the new girl in town.
“I knew this was a mistake,” she muttered under her breath. The way he carried himself with confidence and silent authority, which hovered over him like the Aurora Borealis that lit up the Alaskan night, frightened and fascinated her at the same time. Even as she tried to avoid his gaze, she could feel a pull to him she couldn’t explain. Maybe it’s love at first sight. She nearly laughed at the thought. Love was for nice people from nice families, not her.
“Evenin’, ladies.” Sam’s deep, satin baritone voice reverberated within her and made something deep in her heart come alive. She blinked at the strange feeling. Colors were more vibrant now instead of the dull, almost lifeless shades she’d lived with until this moment where Sam brought her to life. She shivered as awareness flooded her body, like an old engine that sputtered and spat before it finally worked out the sludge and fired to life. Every single nerve became attuned to the man standing by their table, and she hummed like a well-oiled machine.
Brandy beamed at Sam with a brilliant smile. “Hi, Sam, how are you tonight? You’ve met Avery, your neighbor, right?”
“Not officially.” Sam’s dark gaze scrutinized her and wove a spell that made her tongue feel stiff, and she could only smile. She’d had a good reason to avoid him. What was it though? She couldn’t remember now. She wasn’t sure she could remember how to spell her own name after Sam took her hand. Tingling electricity ran up her arm from his fingertips, and she stared in utter fascination at the feeling. His hand was so warm and masculine. She could feel the strength in his fingers. He could crush her hand with very little effort, but like the hero in her romance book, he
was incredible, power restrained.
“Hi, I’m your neighbor, Sam Dalton.” His voice saturated her soul like a master cellist’s music filled a theater with its rich music. His hypnotic voice overflowed the hallowed places she never knew were empty until now. His gaze met hers, and she heard an audible snap like when two interlocking pieces of a puzzle click together. His presence filled her consciousness, and she couldn’t help but shiver in awareness and a bit of fear. Something huge had just happened, and she wasn’t sure exactly what. Even as he smiled down at her, she felt like a mouse caught in the lion’s paw.
Brandy patted Avery’s hand. “She’s new in town, and I thought it would be nice if she danced and got to know people. Avery is a sweet girl, but she’s really shy.”
She gave Brandy her best stop encouraging him look, before she turned her head to give Sam a polite smile. “Hello, Sam, how are you?” Nerves and arousal had her quaking. If she were standing, she was sure her knees would be knocking together.
Sam’s lips tilted up in a slow easy smile that matched the Texas drawl of his deep voice. “I’m good, thanks.”
His deep, alluring voice made her shiver, and her own body heated. Her pussy ached, and arousal flooded her nether regions to soak her panties. She crossed her legs to ease the ache there. Pussy, her romance books called it a pussy, or a cunt. She’d always thought of those as dirty words, but part of her liberation as a free woman was to remove what the so-called polite society deemed dirty. Her pussy ached, and cream from her cunt soaked her panties. She nearly giggled at her own dirty thoughts. Who knew BDSM romance books could be so liberating? From suave men in secret BDSM clubs to soldiers who spank the ladies, she discovered her pussy did something besides give a man pleasure. Her vibrator and a good book did more for her than any man, until she came face-to-face with Sam, that is.
She’d never reacted this way to another man, ever. Her body burned with need until her mind became a haze of smoke. Even though he’d hardly touched her, she needed him like she was in a parched desert and he had the last glass of cold, refreshing water.
Sam’s gaze moved over her as if he was trying to read her. She thought she even felt a tickle on the inside of her head as if he was touching her mind lightly. Now she was really losing it.
He cleared his throat. “I meant to ask you over to a neighborhood barbecue. You know, meet everyone, and get acquainted. My brother is setting one up for next week.”
She stared at him like a lovestruck youngster as she tried to process what he’d just said. She could sit and listen to his Texas drawl all night, but she had to keep her head. No falling for her neighbor, even if he was a walking reincarnation of Adonis. “A barbecue, huh. At your house?”
“Yeah, they’re fun. Sometimes only a few people come, and others, half the town shows up.”
She turned with every intention of turning him down flat, but then his almost black eyes captured hers again and his mere presence pulled her in. He was a man who laughed easily. She could see it shining in his eyes. “Sure, I’d love to come.” What? Avery Eileen Williams. You say no, right this minute! She opened her mouth to say just that, then he smiled and her thoughts scattered. Her tongue took on a numbish, filled-with-cotton feeling. God, she was acting like a stupid lovesick fourteen-year-old who’d been asked out by her favorite pop star.
“I look forward to seeing you there then.” He pulled her hand up to his lips, and tingles ran up her arm from the point where his lips touched her skin.
She heard him speaking, but her imagination was off now. She never thought she could make love to the sound of a man’s voice, but she could with his. His drawl and the way he carried himself had her heart racing and deep arousal had her crossing her legs to try to ease the ache deep in her core. Man, I would love just one night with this cowboy. I’d save a horse and ride him for sure. She could see a vision of herself riding him, his large hands covering her tits and pinching her dark nipples. His cock would stretch her pussy wide and ease the ache deep within her.
She nearly covered her mouth in shock at her own dirty thoughts. Maybe he will spank my ass for being a naughty girl. If she could slap herself, she would. Those romance books were starting to get to her. They were supposed to replace having a man in her life, not make her want one. She wished a hole would open in the floor. Sam Dalton was not a man she wanted to know. Oh yes you do. She imagined Sam pinning her in place and holding her legs spread wide, and she was helpless to do anything but take his dick. His cock would stretch her soaking wet pussy, and he’d possess her in a way that would leave no doubt he owned her. “Oh yes,” she whispered.
No, no, no! Absolutely not. But the fantasy continued where he teased her by slowing down his rhythm just as she was ready to come. She tried to break free so she could ride him fast and hard, but he kept holding her down while his cock slowly stroked in and out of her soaking wet pussy. “Tell me what you want, Avery. Do you want me to fuck your soaking cunt until you come all over my dick?”
Oh yes, he looked like the type who liked girls who talked dirty. Avery had never talked dirty in her life. She’d only read dirty talk in those books, so she would shyly bat her eyes at him as she tried to find a polite way to say I want you to fuck me hard and fast until I come.
Laughter shattered her erotic image. He’d just said something, and I missed it. Geez, I was too busy imagining screwing the brains out of this gorgeous cowboy instead of paying attention to what he was saying. How embarrassing! She rubbed her forehead as she tried to appear more confident than she was. Wait, I think he asked me how I was liking town.
“Good.” She smiled and hoped that covered everything without her looking like a total flake. “What are you doing out tonight?” Now that sounds brilliant, Avery. It was a Friday night before the rodeo hit town. What was he doing out? Such a silly question. She glanced over at Brandy, but her attention was on a cowboy who had a huge gold belt buckle and a black cowboy hat. No help there, but at least she’d not heard her talking like an airhead.
“I came to get a dance from the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Sam stood there by her while she blinked up at him with a forced smile plastered on her face to hide the disappointment that flooded her. The rejection stung a bit, even though she didn’t want to date right now. Oh well, she knew who’d she’d be thinking about tonight with her BOB. She turned to see whom he was talking to and there was no one there, and then it hit her. He means me, you idiot.
Brandy’s giggle tore her attention away from his lips, and to Brandy, who looked like a cat that had just gotten into the cream. She set me up! Some new best friend you are.
“I told you I wasn’t interested in dating, Brandy!” she hissed.
With her eyes twinkling, Brandy smiled. “Sorry.” She wasn’t sorry. Not at all. Her smile gave away her bold-faced lie. “Fate and the gods do not like to be ignored.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean anyways? Brandy loved the phrase and used it often. “What?”
She grinned. “I told you. I am a seer, Avery dear. I can see the future sometimes, and fate has brought you to us, or more like Sam and Gage. You wouldn’t cooperate, so I helped.”
She glanced over at Sam, who was staring at her as if he was analyzing her, bit by bit and cell by cell. She knew that a lot of the people here, including Brandy, were different. They sometimes spoke in ways she didn’t understand. She’d learned a long time ago to just go with the flow.
She gave Brandy a weak grin as Sam’s thumb brushed the underside of her wrist. How could she forget Sam was holding her hand? She was losing control, and she’d end up in Sam’s arms tonight if she didn’t get a grip. She swallowed and planned to untangle herself from him, but when she stared into his eyes, her plans evaporated like water on a blazing-hot iron skillet. Those dark irises of his filled her vision, and she was transfixed once again.
She wasn’t going to be able to tell him no and make him go away. She could sense that about him. The way he hel
d her hand, and the way he held her attention made it clear. He knew what he wanted and he took it, and he wanted her. The want in his eyes was clear. Why did that make her so hot? He oozed testosterone and dominance.
Brandy nudged Avery under the table with her foot. Her eyes opened wider, and her head gave a short go on nudge toward Sam. What was Brandy doing? Didn’t she know anything about what she and Rylee had been through? Well, no she didn’t, in fact. No one did. She took the house a family friend offered her at an unbelievably cheap price, and she’d kept her mouth shut about everything that had happened to them.
Sam’s smile lit up the room. While it was predatory and self-assured, there was no malice in his stance. He reminded her of an old-school hero, deadly to those hurt the ones he loved, but compassionate to those he protected.
“Let’s dance.” It wasn’t a request, and he took her hand to ease her up out of the chair.
“I never said yes.” Her voice was far too husky to her own ears.
“I didn’t ask.” She stared up into his face and saw the hint of amusement on his face, but there was also a determination that sent shivers of desire flickering through her body.
She took his hand, and the same feeling she had when she went over a sharp hill fluttered in her stomach. She gasped and wondered what the hell was going on.
He led her out to the dance floor as her heart beat fast and hard. The sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on wants to dance with me. He called me the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. A giddy laugh bubbled up from her chest. She’d not felt this good in…well, forever. Men didn’t call girls like her pretty, and they sure didn’t want her for more than a quick fuck. She was from the wrong side of town with no good parents. Her daddy ran off with some barely legal girl once life, alcohol, and kids aged her mama, and she’d turned to the bottle and other men for comfort.