Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge

by Christin Lovell

  “Never be ashamed of this beauty.” His words were a command.

  Abruptly, he stood. He lifted me into his arms at my waist. One of his hands plucked my nipples, sending a new wave of hot heat to my core. He set me down behind the ottoman, facing the mirror still.

  “Bend over.”

  I widened my eyes, staring at him over my shoulder. My nerves returned with a vengeance, sending my pulse into turmoil.

  “Every second it takes you to bend over adds another spanking.”

  “What for?” My nerves slipped beneath my outrage.

  “You disobeyed a direct order by not shifting and checking the area with the others.”

  I couldn’t argue with him there. I hadn’t listened to him.

  “You’re up to ten plus the initial ten just for ignoring your alpha’s orders.”

  I pouted, crossing my arms defiantly.

  “Twenty.” His demeanor showed no signs of giving into me.

  “Thirty.”

  I gasped, bending over. I glared at him in the mirror. I hated him in the moment. He was a manipulative jerk.

  Air drafted over my exposed ass and pussy. I squirmed, uncomfortable with the stance. It didn’t matter what he said before, there was no way I looked beautiful with my stomach hanging down towards the floor and my cottage cheese thighs pushing outwards in the back to hold up my large ass. My breasts fell into my forearms as I cupped them to my chest protectively.

  “Drop your arms.”

  Tears stung my eyes. I stared at the floor, avoiding my reflection and him. I obeyed his command though, dropping my hands flat against the ottoman to hold my upper body up. I closed my eyes, feeling the tears begin to stream down my face.

  Maryk came behind me, his hard body pressed against my ass, a reminder of his perfect physique compared to my overstuffed imperfection. His hot lips seared the skin along my spine, but I couldn’t indulge in him anymore. I was too aware of myself; too self-conscious to enjoy anything.

  His hands slid down over the back of my thighs, then back up and over my cheeks. His hands feathered out to caress my broad hips; they slipped up my body and over my dangling tummy. ‘Mortified’ didn’t even begin to describe my embarrassment as he groped my fat.

  Suddenly, he withdrew his touch. I relaxed, thinking he’d finally come to senses when a loud smack echoed through the room as a stinging pain flared on my right ass cheek. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He rubbed the skin, pulling away again before he slapped my left side. I flinched, squeezing my eyelids tighter as if I could shut out the pain. My tears instantly dried up at the new distraction.

  Several minutes went by without him touching me. I was just beginning to let go of the tension in my muscles when the telltale sting flared on my right cheek, followed immediately on the left. He continued his assault on my cheeks, waiting until I relaxed, until I began to let go before he struck. He varied his strokes, sometimes hitting me once, other times twice, and switching sides.

  I was surprised once he hit number sixteen that the pain began to give way to pleasure. I actually started to anticipate his smacks of my flesh; my pussy began to respond to those harsh vibrations against my skin.

  At number twenty, I was biting my lip to hold back a moan rather than a grunt.

  “Look at yourself.”

  My gaze lifted to the mirror. I studied his reflection. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. His muscles were bunched as if he was struggling to maintain control of himself.

  “Look at yourself.” He slapped my left cheek.

  Air escaped me in a silent moan. I gazed at myself, shocked to find a wanton woman staring back at me. My lips were still swollen from his earlier kisses. My eyes were dark with desire despite the red of their rims from crying. A flush stole over my skin, creating a soft glow about me.

  He struck my left cheek again. I watched as my chest rose, my breasts engorging in response. He hit my right side. My breath hitched, my mouth parting. Another slap stung against the right side of my ass. He gripped my hips roughly, jerking my ass to his stiff erection.

  “Does it feel like I’m turned off?” His words were a growl.

  My breathing became labored as he broke away and swung again, striking my left cheek. This time a moan escaped me as liquid desire gushed from my core.

  “I want to whip my dick out right now and drive it into your sweet pussy until you’re begging me to stop.” His gruff tone sent pleasure streaking through me. I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together, trying to find relief.

  Another smack quickly followed by yet another slapped both sides of my ass. His breathing grew rougher than my own as he continued. I heard my voice echoing throughout the room, but couldn’t believe those sounds were coming from me.

  On the final slap of my fleshy ass, my juices broke the barrier of my folds, dribbling down my inner thighs. He inhaled deep, groaning.

  I shrieked as he threw me onto my back horizontally on the ottoman; the mirror now sat on my left side. He huffed above me, his body vibrating with tension. He squatted down between my legs. His hands pushed my knees apart.

  “Oh, sweet goodness.” His tongue lapped at my inner thighs, drinking up every ounce of my dripping honey.

  He kissed my soaked outer lips. Hooking his arms around my hips, he lifted my ass off the ottoman. “Watch,” he tersely commanded.

  My body shuddered with expectation as he slowly dipped his tongue between my folds. I moaned as he sucked my lips into his, gathering all of my liquid heat into his mouth. My wolf growled in delight as we watched his lids fall to half-mast as he guzzled me.

  His tongue slid along my slit, digging to caress my inner walls. I fidgeted, pleasure sizzling in my womb as my muscles tightened with anticipation. Moving upwards, he used his hands, still encircling my hips, to spread me open. I felt his breath on my swollen clit, sending tremors through my pussy. My body was in a tight ball, so close to an invisible peak already. I tried to thrust my hips closer to him, but his grip was strong.

  I screamed as he let go of my right hip, slapped my ass cheek and resumed his previous hold. “Don’t move,” he growled.

  I nodded. Desperation crawled through me as my body tingled with awareness, so close to the precipice of greatness that I didn’t care what I had to do to get there. I’d get myself off if I had to. I’d done it before. It was the only sexual experience I had. It was nothing compared to what Maryk had done to me in this short amount of time, but it would relieve the heavy ache weighing my body down.

  “Good girl.” He smiled. His smile took my breath away. I hadn’t realized how much I craved his approval until now. His praise warmed my heart; it cocooned my body in a different kind of pleasure.

  Abruptly, he closed his mouth over my clit and sucked the little nub hard between his lips. I cried out, my limbs shaking as pleasure burst through me. A concentrated powerful, orgasm overtook me. Beautiful, intense pleasure assaulted my flesh as his tongue continued to draw every shudder from my climaxing body. My mouth fell open, my head rolled back as wave after wave of heady pleasure shot through me. My pussy wept with new warmth; my breasts swelled to an increased degree as my nipples tingled. Sweat licked my brow as he nibbled and sucked my sensitive bud until my body collapsed, unable to withstand anymore.

  “So beautiful.” He kissed up my curves, caressing every roll with his hands tenderly.

  He captured my lips. I tasted myself on him, but it was the flavor of him and me together that caused desire to bloom again. My wolf rallied herself again as I gripped his muscled biceps, enjoying the feel of his chest against my own. His hard against my soft never felt so right.

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  Chapter Six

  MARYK

  Watching her come was the most beautiful experience of my life. She was gorgeous. I reveled in the way her curves shook as she fluttered beneath her orgasm. I wanted to touch her everywhere. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to pound her flesh, nibble her skin and squeeze her every curve, yet I kn
ew, even then, it wouldn’t be enough. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of her.

  I carried her over to the bed, setting her in the center of it. I slipped out of my jeans and boxers, focusing on her again. She lay against the pillows, her hair fluffing out against the silky fiber of the cases. She was no longer inhibited, finally having come around to accepting herself, or at least losing her conscience for the moment. Her legs lay open, her sopping pussy beckoning for me to plunge into it.

  I climbed between her legs again. She eyed my cock, worry creasing her forehead. My heart gushed at the determination in her eyes. She’d decided that she would push past her fear in order to please me.

  I gripped my cock, squeezing the tip to try to hold back my come. I didn’t want to explode the moment I entered her. I wanted to savor the feel of her cloaking my dick, of her walls compressing around my member as we both sought pleasure from it.

  I leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. She blushed and gave me a shy smile. Damn if my heart didn’t expand a tad. I was beginning to think the rumors were true. They’d always said that when you found your mate, you fell in love before you ever bit her. I didn’t think that was possible so quick, but every little thing she did seemed to drive some obscure emotion out from the depths of obscurity.

  I settled at the entrance of her pussy; she stiffened, as if trying to prepare herself. I nudged the head of my cock against her slick folds. Sliding up and over her clit with it, she moaned. I used it, indulging in the heat of her core against me, to pleasure her nerve peak. She felt so good just on the tip of me that I found myself grinding my hips into her like a teenager getting his first feel. When she began thrusting her hips, I knew she was ready. A quick whiff of her arousal confirmed it.

  I pressed the head of my cock against her soaked entrance. I groaned as my ‘shroom dipped slightly into her warm pool. I crowded my body against her, capturing her lips. She was so giving. Her lips followed my lead; her tongue swept along mine. She was gentle; her mouth never became overzealous like my own. Her touch was purposeful and neat; it drove me to want to dirty her up even more.

  She smiled against my mouth. “Can I ask you something?”

  Her politeness touched me. It was a world away from her earlier defiance. I answered before I could even compute the question. “Anything.”

  “Are you always so eager?”

  I chuckled. “Only when it comes to you, my dear.”

  She nibbled her lip, concern pulling her features down again. Her gaze met mine. “Promise you’ll be gentle?”

  And with those scared words, I finally beat down my wolf, regaining control. My heart melted. “I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you, Suren.”

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  Chapter Seven

  SUREN

  My chest constricted as emotions surged inside me. Somehow, this man stomped into my world and turned it upside down in less than a day. And now, as I sat beneath him, waiting for more pain to prick my body, I found myself enjoying his company. I found myself craving more from him, the pain and pleasure together. I didn’t ever want to let him go. I could never picture us together outside this room. What wolf would be proud of an overweight mate? Yet, even in knowing this, I couldn’t stop myself from developing feelings for him. I couldn’t stop myself from picturing us still together years from now, possibly with a child or two.

  He kissed my lips gently, for the first time, reverently. “If it hurts too bad, stop me.”

  He waited for me to meet his gaze and acknowledge him. I shook my head in agreement.

  “Touch me. Squeeze me, hit me, do whatever you need to do to me.”

  I smiled, warmth spreading through my chest. “Okay.”

  I gripped his shoulders. The vision of my ivory skin against his bronze was beautiful. It looked like I was dipping my hands in smooth caramel.

  He kissed my cheeks, moved down to nibble my neck before he nipped my shoulder. Slowly, he pushed into me. Stinging pain shot from my core. I cringed; it felt like my skin was going to burst. I clenched my fingers around him, digging my nails into his flesh.

  I heard his breath hitch as he eased deeper inside my channel. I struggled to regulate my breathing as I tried to work through the burn. He kissed my upper body, murmuring words of encouragement over me.

  “You’re so beautiful. So giving,” he cooed as he met my hymen.

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  Chapter Eight

  MARYK

  Seeing her in pain tore me up inside. She felt amazing; her pussy was a beautiful vise around my cock, but the pleasure of it was ebbed by the twisted, agonizing scrunch of her features.

  The head of my cock pushed against her hymen, the force of it nearly sending me over the edge. I groaned, taking a deep breath.

  Refocusing myself, I kissed her chin. “Brace yourself, baby.”

  I waited until she met my gaze, until she focused all of her fear in my direction so I could reassure her. She nodded her head, keeping her eyes glued to mine. I surged into her. She cried out, the wind knocked out of both of us as her pussy squeezed my cock in utter delight. My wolf growled, urging me to pummel her sweet sex, but I knew better. Instead I gritted my teeth, fighting my own desire, beating down the pleasure surging over my member, in an effort to rebuild hers.

  I plucked her nipple between my lips, running my tongue over the tight peak.

  “Oh,” she sighed.

  I smiled against her skin, reveling in her response. I tweaked her other breast between my fingers, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh in my palm. I switched nipples, my mouth sucking harder at the new one. I knew I hit the jackpot when liquid heat slicked my cock. I groaned at the new wave of pleasure rocking through my lower extremities causing me to lose a little more of my cock inside Suren.

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  Chapter Nine

  SUREN

  I moaned as Maryk licked and sucked my nipples, causing pleasure to bloom where the pain once was. My pussy wept around his cock, my body no longer screaming in agony at his invasion.

  He continued his assault of my breasts until my hips began pushing into his, my body wiggling with desire for more beneath his. My womb clenched with expectation as the surrounding muscles began to tense, winding towards the peak of passion.

  Feeling my new enthusiasm budding, he slid his cock almost to the tip before plunging back in. Pleasure mixed with pain shot through me as he hit my cervix. He released the nipple in his mouth with a plop and kissed my lips as he withdrew his cock again. He gathered my breasts in his hands and pinched the pert peaks as he drove into me to the hilt. I cried out, fresh pleasure stemming from my pussy as he hit a sensitive spot.

  “You feel so damn good. I don’t think I can hold back.” His words came through gritted teeth. His muscles bunched beneath my hands, affirming his battle for control.

  I looked him square in the eye. “Then don’t.”

  The expression that formed on his face caused my heart to swell. The way he considered me revealed his adoration for me; left me with no doubt as to whether or not he truly found me attractive.

  The scarier part of his gleam had my breath catching. The way he looked at me was like he would do anything for me, even if it meant foregoing his own pleasure, as if he loved me. That sparkle sent a bolt of lightning straight to my heart. My wolf wagged her tail excitedly. It was then that I realized that I would do anything for him, even if it meant taking a bit of pain to please him.

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  Chapter Ten

  MARYK

  Her willingness meant the world to me. The fact that she was willing to surrender her own pleasure for me cracked open my heart. I was surprised to realize that I would fight to the death for her against every male wolf on the planet. Shit. My wolf nudged me, confirming that I really was falling in love with her already.

  Damn it. This wasn’t the Dom I typically was. No woman had ever wiggled past my protective barriers so quickly. No woman drove me to craziness the way she did. I knew without a sha
dow of a doubt that tonight would not be enough. Claiming her once wouldn’t be enough. I would never get enough of her. My wolf was in a possessive fury, but I needed to make sure she came again. I wanted her to look forward to her time with me. I wanted to give to her as much as she gave to me, and then some.

  Reluctantly, I pulled out of her lovely pussy. “Roll over,” I ordered.

  To my heart’s content, she obeyed immediately. I grabbed her hips and lifted her ass into the air. I aligned my cock with her pussy’s tight channel again. I pushed into her in one swift stroke. Sweet pleasure rocked my groin, causing my balls to lift and tighten in anticipation. I felt the pre-come squirt through my tip, my body ready to mark her already.

  Air rushed from her lungs as I drove into her. I didn’t hold back this time. I pummeled her hard and fast, drawing cries from her that drove novel cries from me. Her pleasure was my pleasure. I didn’t understand that until now. It was if we were one, the slick folds of her pussy pleasuring my cock allowed my cock to, in return, pleasure her slick pussy.

  “I want you to rub your clit while I fuck you, do you understand me?”

  Her whimpered, “Yes,” sent another shrill of eagerness from me.

  She felt like heaven. The slap of her round ass cheeks against my groin every time my cock plunged deep inside her snug walls drove me closer and closer to the edge.

  The smell of her pleasure was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of her. All of my senses were drowning in her yet it still wasn’t enough. I sat straight up, moved my ass to sit on the bed. I pulled her into a sitting position, causing her pussy to fall onto my cock from a new angle. She moaned as I charged deeper into, the head of my dick licking her cervix. My pre-come marking her so close to her womb sent my wolf into a fresh frenzy.

  I never thought about children, yet suddenly, I had the immense desire to shoot as close to her womb as possible, hoping to impregnate her. Nothing would be more rewarding than to see her walking around pregnant, her soft curves further expanding to carry our baby. I longed to cuddle her at night, indulge all of her cravings.