Logan's Alpha (Evan's Alphas Book 3)

by D. J. Heart

  “Nothing other than dinner with my mom.”

  Merchant bites his cheek. He’d forgotten all about meeting Logan’s mother and sister for dinner. He wonders what he should wear.

  They finish breakfast in comfortable silence.

  ***

  Logan takes Merchant’s hand as they walk down the hallway toward his mother’s apartment. He wants Merchant to be comfortable.

  After the debacle that was yesterday, Logan has decided to move forward and let the past be in the past. Dwelling on all the things Merchant might or might not have done is only going to make him unhappy. The important thing now is that Merchant has turned over a new leaf.

  “Don’t be nervous,” he says when he feels how clammy Merchant’s hand is.

  “I’m not!” Merchant insists, though he clearly is.

  Logan squeezes his hand, but he doesn’t patronize him by trying to say something comforting. Merchant is a charming guy when he wants to be, and Logan has no doubt that his mother will love him.

  They knock on the door and Logan’s mother answers. She hugs Logan tight, and then turns to Merchant.

  “So this is your alpha? He’s very handsome,” she says, giving Merchant an appreciative once-over. Logan groans and laughs, while Merchant grins.

  “Hello, it’s nice to meet you,” he says, holding out his hands. Logan watches his mother see the hand and dismiss it, instead going in for a hug. Merchant looks a little bit caught off-guard, but he hugs her back and gives her an awkward pat on the back that would be sad if it weren’t so funny.

  “Come in, come in,” Logan’s mother says, holding the door open for them. They go inside where Logan’s sister is waiting, and Logan introduces them.

  “This is my sister, Carol. Carol, this is Merchant, my alpha.” Logan gestures between them.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Carol,” Merchant says, holding out his hand again. Carol takes it, looking a little nervous. Logan understands why. Merchant is about as alpha as they come, and the aura he exudes is pure dominant power.

  Logan loves it, but he gets how some people could find it intimidating or scary. It really is no wonder Merchant is so good at his job.

  “Let’s sit down. Dinner is ready, we just have to eat it,” Logan’s mother says. Logan can tell that she’s a little nervous, too, but she does a good job of hiding it.

  “Thank you Mrs. Barnes,” Merchant says, smiling roguishly and following Logan’s mom into the living room where the dining room table is set up. “This looks delicious.”

  “Call me Barbara,” Logan’s mom says. “And thank you.”

  They sit down at the table, his mother insisting that Merchant serve himself first, and start to eat. The conversation is a little stilted and awkward at first, but once they’ve all had a glass of wine or two things loosen up.

  “I’m so glad to meet you,” Logan’s mom says to Merchant as he and Logan are putting on their coats at the end of the night.

  “You too,” Merchant says. He actually sounds like he means it, and Logan feels something warm and happy curling in his belly. He says goodbye to his mom and sister, hugging them and kissing them on the cheek, and then he and Merchant are off.

  “So what do you think?” he asks when they get into Merchant’s SUV.

  “I like them. I can see where you get your determination and grit.” Merchant is grinning.

  “Yeah? I think they liked you too,” Logan says. He’s relieved that everything went so well.

  “Of course they did,” Merchant boasts. “I’m very likable.”

  Logan snorts, looking out the window. He likes Merchant like this: happy, cocky and—most of all—nice.

  “What? I am!” Merchant insists. Logan laughs.

  “You are,” he agrees.

  Merchant grins wider, reaching across the dashboard to ruffle Logan’s hair and give the back of his neck a squeeze.

  Merchant’s broad hand on his neck feels really, really good.

  Epilogue

  Logan watches Merchant approach, drinking in the sight of his rippling muscles and ruggedly handsome features, and reaches down to tug on his cock. He’s harder than he’s been in days, and the anticipation is killing him.

  “Are you sure you’re up for this?” Merchant asks. He’s just started his new job at Topgrunder, and Logan had suggested this as his present to celebrate the occasion.

  “Yup. Lube me up,” Logan commands, spreading his legs. Merchant’s eyes go dark, and he licks his lips hungrily.

  Logan’s gift is that he’s going to let Merchant use the lube with the synthetic omega hormones. In other words, he’s going to let Merchant knot him as though he were an omega.

  “Fuck, this is hot,” Merchant says, crawling up on the bed and sitting between Logan’s legs. He grabs Logan’s ankles and hoists them up, bending him in half and exposing his hole.

  Smack!

  Logan jumps when Merchant’s huge palm comes crashing down on his upturned ass. The sting feels as good as ever, reminding Logan that it’s been over a week since Merchant put him over his knee and warmed his ass.

  He doesn’t have time to worry about it.

  “Here we go,” Merchant says, pouring a generous helping of lube over Logan’s twitching rim, putting the bottle down and plunging two fingers into Logan’s hole. The stretch is wonderful, sharp and impossible to get away from, and Logan’s whole body spasms when Merchant curls his fingers across his prostate and rubs.

  “Good boy,” Merchant says, spreading his two fingers and opening up a space between them. “Let’s make sure there’s enough of this stuff to work.” With that, he lifts the bottle and pours the lube directly inside Logan’s hole. It fills him, cool and slick, and Logan wonders if he’s going to regret the extra volume when Merchant is pumping him full-to-bursting of come.

  “I think you’re ready,” Merchant says when he pulls his fingers out. Logan doesn’t argue. He doesn’t need nearly as much prep now as he used to for Merchant to plow him hard and fast. “You agree?”

  “So ready,” Logan says, his ass already missing Merchant’s fingers. The lube seems to tingle inside of him, and it’s an intensely pleasurable sensation that Logan wasn’t expecting.

  “Good.” Merchant grabs him around the middle and flips him onto his belly, lowering himself down so that his chest is pressed into Logan’s back and his cock is nestled between his cheeks. Lifting his hips up, Merchant’s cock slides down Logan’s crack until the fat head reaches the opening to his hole.

  Logan holds his breath.

  “Open up,” Merchant growls playfully. Logan can feel the vibrations of the deep rumble down into his very bones. He tries to do as he’s told, but Merchant is big and he’s going to have to make Logan take it.

  He does. Merchant thrusts his hips down, pushing against Logan’s hole like a battering ram, demanding entry. Logan’s rim yields to the force, stretching around the thick length of Merchant’s cock like he was made to take it.

  “God, you’re so big,” Logan says, gritting his teeth at the intense pleasure/pain combination. Merchant lets out a proud little grunt and bottoms out inside Logan’s ass.

  Logan focuses on his breathing. Merchant is heavy on top of him, making it hard to expand his lungs properly, and the feeling of being filled and stretched is overwhelming.

  “You like that?” Merchant asks, relaxed and letting Logan take his weight. There’s nothing Logan can do but lie there and take it, which is just how he likes it.

  “Yeah,” Logan moans. Merchant makes a happy sound and reaches around Logan’s head, sticking three fingers into Logan’s mouth and letting them rest on his tongue. Logan lets Merchant finger-fuck his face, sucking on the big digits as best he can while Merchant speeds up his thrusts.

  It doesn’t take Merchant long before he’s fucking Logan like a jackhammer. Logan is driven up the bed until his head is knocking into the headboard, but Merchant doesn’t seem bothered. He fucks Logan hard, grunting and groaning like an animal in
heat, licking and biting at his neck with all the gentleness of a ravaging wolf.

  Logan’s cock is pressed between his body and the mattress, and it doesn’t take him long before he’s shooting his load. Merchant doesn’t even notice, pounding him through his orgasm, making him scream out in pleasure.

  That gets Merchant’s attention. He increases his speed, bottoming out and not pulling out as much with each lift of his hips, and it isn’t long before Logan can feel the telltale signs that Merchant is about to blow his load. Merchant’s speed falters, his rhythm stutters, and there’s a frantic push to his shoves that isn’t there when he’s in complete control of himself.

  Logan braces himself. This is it. This is the point of no return.

  “I’m coming!” Merchant snarls, closing his teeth over Logan’s neck and biting down as he shoots his load. He doesn’t break the skin, but it’s a close thing.

  Logan can already feel the difference the lube his making. Merchant’s knot expands almost instantly, shocking him with its size and making him cry out as it presses against his prostate, and the amount of liquid entering his body is like he’s being given an enema… and this is only the beginning!

  “Holy shit, this feels so good!” Merchant says. He sounds like he’s having a religious experience. He moans and grunts, rolling his hips to stimulate his knot, and by the time five minutes have passed, Logan feels like he’s about to burst.

  “How much more?” he asks, breathless and panting, wondering how much more he can take.

  “More,” Merchant rumbles, leaving it at that.

  Logan’s prostate feels like it’s being squeezed by a vise, and his cock is leaking something fierce. It feels amazing.

  “Come on,” Merchant says when Logan feels like he can’t possibly take more, rolling them both over so that they’re spooning. Taking his weight off his belly instantly makes Logan feel better, and the feel of Merchant’s hand rubbing over his stomach is surprisingly pleasurable.

  “Feel good?” Merchant asks. Logan laughs, but then he shuts up and actually thinks about it.

  He does feel good. The experience is intense, but not in a bad way.

  “Yeah,” he says, angling his head to give Merchant better access to his neck. He loves the feeling of Merchant’s rough stubble over his sensitive skin.

  “I knew you’d like this,” Merchant says, sounding pleased and full of himself. Logan makes a noise of agreement.

  Stroking his hand down Logan’s belly, pushing down gently and making him groan, Merchant seeks out Logan’s cock and wraps his fingers around it. It doesn’t take more than three pumps before Logan is spilling his load into Merchant’s hand.

  Merchant laughs into Logan’s neck, making no move to stop jerking him off until his balls have run dry. Logan is used to the overstimulation Merchant likes to put him through, though he still squirms and cries out when Logan rubs the underside of his head.

  “You want a treat?” Merchant asks, lifting his hand up and baring his palm for Logan’s mouth. Like a good boy, Logan licks it clean, dragging his tongue through the mess he made of Merchant’s hand.

  Tasting himself is weird. It’s salty and bland, and the aftertaste lingers on his tongue, but it’s the fact that Merchant is asking him to do it—telling him to do it—that makes it hot. When Merchant removes his hand and says “Good boy,” stroking his belly lovingly, Logan feels even better.

  With the special lube it takes much longer than usual for Merchant’s knot to go down. Logan slowly gets used to the feeling of being filled to the brim and near bursting with come, getting sleepy as he rests his head on Merchant’s massive bicep.

  Yawning, he closes his eyes and listens to the sound of his alpha breathing. He can feel Merchant’s heart beating against his back, steady and strong, and it calms him.

  Closing his eyes, fucked out and feeling happy, Logan starts drifting off to sleep.

  He can’t wait to wake up and spend the rest of his life with his alpha.

  The End

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  Kyle hit the gym, hoping that an hour on the treadmill would clear his mind.

  Music blared through the overhead speakers, driving him to run faster, sneakers hitting the treadmill to the pounding rhythm of the song. He was in the zone, eyes forward, feeling like he could keep going forever.

  It felt great.

  A loud grunt followed by the clang of metal made him glance toward the mirror. It was a manly sound, unlike anything that ever had - or would - escape Kyle’s lips. The mirror gave a pretty good view of the entire gym, except for the rowing machines over by the wall, and Kyle’s had no trouble finding the source of the testosterone fueled grunt.

  It was Cade Forrest. Kyle recognized him instantly. His eyes shot down to the treadmill display as he cursed his stupid curiosity. He was at the gym to run, not to lust over impossibly muscular hunks - especially if the hunk in question was his high school crush and an alpha male douchebag of the highest order.

  In an effort to distract himself, Kyle pushed the incline of the machine higher and forced himself to keep going. It was useless. Though his lungs started to burn and his sides hurt, the urge to turn his head for just another quick peek didn’t go away in the slightest.

  Kyle gave in to temptation and dared another look. He turned his face up, finding Cade in the mirror, and drank in the sight of him like a man dying of thirst in the desert. The muscular beast was straddling the weight lifting bench, meaty thighs spread wide, cock making an absolutely huge bulge in his tight Under Armor shorts. It was obscene. Didn’t Cade know that he was in public? The very least he could do was put on some baggy shorts to hide the monster living in his pants.

  Kyle realized that he was staring. He looked away, face burning with shame, yet still he wanted nothing more than to jump off the treadmill and crawl into the space between Cade’s thighs. He wanted to fucking bury his face in the mouthwatering mound of Cade’s bulge and just let it smother him.

  He needed to get a grip.

  Running fast, his cock hardening, Kyle forced himself to look straight ahead. Cade might be hot, but he was also big enough to crush Kyle like a fucking bug. Kyle did not want the magnificent hunk to catch him ogling him. He’d had his fair share of beatings from nasty tempered jocks in high school, and he had no intention of reliving those experiences now that he’d escaped that testosterone fueled hell pit.

  Though to be fair, Cade had never been one of the meatheads who had seemed so intent on making his life miserable. As far as Kyle could remember, Cade had never once teased or bullied him. He had just been part of the group that had.

  Breathing hard, gasping for breath, Kyle looked to the left, his eyes moving of their own volition before he had a chance to stop himself. He was both disappointed and relieved to see that Cade had moved out of view. Temptations like that couldn’t be good for him.

  “Kyle, right?”

  Kyle jumped at the deep baritone coming from his left and tripped. He caught himself on the rails of the treadmill and planted his feet on either side of the belt, adrenaline making his heart almost jump out of his chest. He whipped his head around and almost had a heart attack at the sight of Cade standing next to his machine. The man was even bigger up close.

  “Sorry about that. Guess I shouldn’t interrupt people while they’re running, huh?” Cade grinned, not looking sorry in the least. He leaned on the machine, muscles bulging under his tight compression shirt. He held out his hand. “It is Kyle, right? We went to school together. I’m Cade.”

  In a daze, Kyle took the hand and shook it. He marveled at how small his fingers looked in Cade’s meaty grip. Cade’s handshake was firm, his palm surprisingly dry, and he held on just a second too long. He didn’t seem to mind that Kyle’s hand was sweaty.

  That Cade remembered him from school, much less knew his name, just blew
Kyle’s mind. Cade had been hot back then, way out of Kyle’s league, and he’d only gotten better with age. Taller, wider and more confident. It was profoundly unfair.

  “Cat got your tongue?” Cade’s grin was wide and cocky. Kyle blushed, ducking his head and feeling like an idiot. He needed to say something. Anything.

  “Kyle, yes,” he said, voice cracking. He was still breathing hard, Cade’s attention doing nothing to calm his already over-exerted heart.

  “Good. I’ve noticed you watching me, Kyle. You like what you see?” Cade stood back and flexed his biceps playfully. Kyle’s mouth went dry, and blood rushed to his cock. The pouch of his jock was suddenly very cramped. He didn’t reply, staring at Cade with a dumbstruck expression as the muscular hunk flexed his biceps, then brought his arms down to show off his powerful pecs.