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

by Christin Lovell

  I bit my bottom lip hard, whimpering as he began to suckle the crest of my clit. Pleasure shot through me as heat flooded my core. I was dancing on the line, so close to climaxing. I clamped down on my muscles, held my breath as I tightened every limb, every organ, fought every urge and every want within me that craved release, that craved that beautifully potent, erotically delicious flutter of freedom.

  My lungs struggled to expand as he continued to caress my sensitive bud. I was hyperaware of every sweep of his tongue, pleasure zapping every centimeter of flesh and bursting outwards as he pushed my boundaries, tested my restraint.

  “Bren…” His name was a plea.

  “Don’t,” was his single command response.

  “I can’t.” I wiggled beneath him, trying to escape his torturous mouth. I yanked on the scarves locking my arms above me. I attempted to slide up and away from him, but he wrapped his arms around my hips and lifted my ass off the bed. “Bren, please.”

  “I promise to make you come several times, but you better hold off.”

  I whimpered as tears welled in my eyes. My body was wrought, my uneasy control bringing me to the brink of pain rather than pleasure. My need was so strong, my body getting wary from the demand to contain what was natural, to stop myself from having an orgasm even as he teased every inch of me.

  He went back to caressing my inner flesh, driving his tongue inside my sopping channel. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pleasure stemming from his touch; I tried to detach myself from this moment to keep from letting go.

  I felt the back of his fingers sweep along my cheeks. “Open your eyes, sweetie.” His voice was so soft, so comforting; so different from the bark of minutes ago. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open. I felt my chin trembling slightly as I fought for my quickly slipping control.

  I found him hovering over me, having abandoned his previous task. His eyes shone with understanding and reassurance. “I’m going to push you, but it’s only because I know you can take it. I would never purposefully hurt you, sweetie. This is going to make it better, I swear. If you hold off, you’re going to come so hard you’ll see fireworks.”

  I swallowed hard as I absorbed his words. He was probably right, but I didn’t know if I had the strength to make it, the endurance to meet him there. “I don’t-“

  “Yes, you can.” He sounded so sure of him; his tone was full of confidence and conviction. “I asked you at the beginning if you trusted me. You said ‘yes.’ Don’t back out now. Trust me, Drea.”

  I did trust Bren. I was scared though, afraid that I would fail him. I was so worried about disappointing him that it was messing with my mind, weakening my stronghold. Slowly, I nodded my head.

  I saw him visibly relax; as if he’d been on edge, fearing I would really back out. He wiped the last of my stray tears before claiming my lips. His kiss brought a fresh set of tears to my eyes as a new wave of emotion washed over me. His mouth was assuring me of his faith in me. His tongue plunged into my mouth, caressing my inner lips, sweeping across my own. He slid his hand beneath my neck, lifting and angling my head back to intensify our connection, to strengthen our contact.

  I felt his other hand glide down my body. His fingers dipped between my lower lips, caressing my wet folds. Between Bren’s lips sending tingles of awareness through my upper body and his hand reigniting every flame of passion below, I was preened for climax again, quickly flying to the peak once again.

  I moaned, his mouth smothering my cry as he sank two fingers inside me. He curled them up, rubbing the right spot. I fisted my hands, struggling to control my reaction, to contain my body’s powerful demand for more. I clenched my muscles, braced down on his fingers trying to stop him from moving, but it didn’t work.

  “Fuck, you’re tight, baby.” He sucked my bottom lip, scraping his teeth along my swollen flesh.

  He moved down to my breasts and captured a taut bud. I nearly shot into the sky. My body shook, so close, on the brink of beautiful disaster. He move away, making to switch breasts. His eyes danced with delight as I cringed, waiting for his wet mouth to close over the peak. I held my breath, bunching every part of me as tight as possible in anticipation. Abruptly he plunged his fingers as deep as they could go within my hot channel at the same time that he swept his tongue across my hypersensitive nipple.

  “Fuck!” My pussy fluttered around his fingers, pleasure zapping my body even as the pain mixed with it. I was growing weary, my body on the verge of bursting, my will slipping beneath his onslaught.

  I was so close to giving up, but one look in Bren’s eyes and I knew I couldn’t. He believed in me so much. If he thought I could hold out…

  “Good girl.” He kissed me hard and fast on the lips. “When I tell you, I want you to let go. Do you understand me?”

  I nodded my head, not trusting my voice. I fidgeted, my body in disarray. I was used to not being satisfied, but I’d never been taken to the top of the mountain and left there before.

  Quakes of pleasure rumbled my inner walls as his fingers slipped out. My breasts were swollen with need, my nipples pinched tight. My muscles were constricted, coiled as snug as possible in anticipation, in compliance with his command. My womb was heavy, my pussy pulsing in expectation, in eagerness.

  I’d never had to balance myself on such a tiny wire before, so close to falling with no safety net in sight. My limits, my control had never been tested, never been prodded and pushed. He was driving me insane. He’d been wise to tie me up. Somehow he’d known that, had my hands been free, I would have taken over by now. I would have surrendered to my need rather than to him.

  He moved away from me, disrobing in a flash. Before I could blink, his hard cock, curved up towards his stomach at first glance, was being positioned at my entrance. He rubbed the head of it against my clit. I bit my lower lip so hard I drew blood. The metallic taste painted my tongue, but didn’t distract me.

  “Oh, God Bren. I can’t… please…”

  He aligned his cock with my entrance, dipping the tip inside me, caressing my folds, before he leaned over me. He rested on his elbow, that hand capturing my breast; the other skimmed my curves. He gazed into my eyes. “Fireworks, sweetie.”

  It was then that I noticed how tight his muscles were, how his teeth were gritted and sweat dotted his brows. This whole time I thought I was suffering alone, but apparently I’d been too far gone to realize how much control he was exerting to bring me here, and-

  I cried out, my body splintering into a million pieces as he rolled my nipple between his fingers and rubbed my clit with his thumb at the exact moment that he plunged balls deep inside me. Stars burst before my eyes as waves of pleasure rocked me, blacking out my vision in spurts as every nerve ending exploded and every muscle contracted as my body was swept away by a powerfully concentrated bomb of erotic pleasure unmatched by anything I’d felt before.

  My mind blanked, unable to think of anything but the pleasure. My senses heightened, amplifying every ripple, causing every breath to echo around me, the scent of him, of musk and of sex, to sharpen my reaction, send new waves of uncontrollable passion through me. My heart thundered in my chest; my nipples actually felt like they were about to detonate as heat surged through my body, riding the pleasurable waves engulfing me.

  I felt his cock pummeling my pussy, priming my body for another orgasm. His dick caressed every sensitive swell, every hidden fold within my flooded channel; his fingers stroked the delicate buds of my body thrusting me into another climax. I could barely catch my breath, could barely focus on his masculine beauty as he pounded into me, before fresh shockwaves rocked me. Pleasure sprung from every pore, electrified every nerve ending.

  I heard feminine cries echoing throughout the space. In the distance, through the potent fog of pleasure, I knew it had to be me, but I was so absorbed in the overwhelming feeling of him, of Bren surging in and out of me, of us, of our union and the way it was catapulting my body to a higher level of awareness, to an indescribable le
vel of erotic bliss that left me fighting for consciousness, that I didn’t care. I couldn’t care.

  I’d never been so lost yet felt so free.

  Bren grabbed my hair; using my bun as leverage, he moved my head to the side right as another rippling orgasm split me. My body was too sensitive, too overwrought with pleasure. Who knew one could be overwrought with pleasure? My strength was being claimed, exhaustion crawling into my spent limbs as he continued to drive his cock in and out of me, as he continued to demand wave after wave, ripple after ripple of undulating pleasure from my body, giving me immeasurable release, just as he’d promised.

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  Chapter Nine

  BRENDON

  Fuck! She felt like heaven. She sent my mind, body and soul into a frenzy. I was so overwhelmed by the pleasure of pushing in and out of her tight, convulsing channel, overwhelmed by the scent of her arousal, of her climaxes swarming the air and invigorating my lungs, overwhelmed by the sight of her beauty as she let go and overwhelmed by the utter rage my wolf unleashed to get to her.

  My balls were drawn tight to the point of pain; the skin of my cock was stretched to the max. My prick had never been so damn hard; I’d never felt so much pressure in my groin before. It felt like my muscles were going to split, to tear apart beneath my need for her.

  She was doing this to me. She drove me to the brink of insanity and teetered me there. She brought the best out in me, pushed every limit I had for myself, tested, teased and tempted me in the most unbearable ways. Holding out to heighten her pleasure had been nothing short of torture. Pinching the head of my cock to keep from coming as she cried from the pain of needing to nearly shattered me.

  Watching her come, seeing her throw her head back as she cried out damn near crumbled my will power, damn near let my wolf loose. Seeing her now, her lids at half-mast, her mouth still slightly ajar, framed by lips swollen from my caress, as her body writhed beneath me had my heart surging.

  I couldn’t hold back anymore. She was everywhere: in the air, in my heart, piercing my soul with her giving spirit. I felt her plush curves sliding along my tight muscles; I heard every whimper. Every single note of her voice sent exhilarating shivers down my spine as they incited my wolf.

  With her body on its third release, with her conscience devoid of thought, blinded by the feel of us, I knew it was time. I loosened her bun, slid my fingers into her hair and tilted her head to the side. The restraints were hot as fuck to see her in, but made it more difficult to access her shoulder.

  With my cock on the verge of bursting, my control teetering, I set my wolf free. He roared to the surface. I blinked and my vision was black and white. I felt my nails lengthen as my teeth extended and sharpened. My wolf howled with enthusiasm before he lunged for Drea’s shoulder, biting her the moment I lost control, sending my sperm shooting into her womb; allowing us both to mark her at the same time.

  Pleasure shot through me, warming every ligament, loosening every muscle. Satisfaction surged through my veins as liquid heat shot from my core. My pulse tripled as I felt her pussy contract around me, caressing my sensitive, throbbing cock as I frantically fucked her. My body shook vibrantly; my mind was quieted by the intensity of my release as my thoughts chaotically tried to make sense of this novel pleasure, a pleasure so powerful it caused me to crumble beneath its strength.

  Never had I been so lost to pleasure; never had I been disoriented by my needs being met, my desire coming to fruition. She jumbled me; she overwhelmed me. She flooded every pore; her cries shredded every ounce of my control. She demanded all of me, just as I’d demanded all of her. It was an explosive exchange of twenty years worth of pining, twenty years worth of need. It was fate finally taking the reigns as our bodies and souls aligned and erotic pleasure took hold of us.

  I was gasping for air, my heartbeat thundering loudly as my body slowly began to calm, as my human self took full control of my shaken physical self. I shuddered, the aftershock of my potent release shredding my alpha, humbling my soul to this beautiful, strong equal; to my mate.

  She gave an exhausted cry of pleasure, her pussy convulsing lightly around my spent cock. We’d drained her energy. Her body would need time to recover.

  Pleasure continued to rock my core, concentrating around my groin before spreading outwards through every limb. My wolf gave a soft growl of approval, of exhilaration as I thrust the last few times, savoring the sensations arousing my cock, enjoying the erotic tingle in my balls as they drained. Potent didn’t even begin to describe what this was; whatever this was.

  I collapsed, catching myself on my elbows before rolling over to the side of her. I untied her wrists, rubbing where she’d chafed them by tugging so hard against the restraints. I reminded myself to put some cream on her skin later before I pulled her into my arms. Our heavy breaths and racing hearts were the only sounds in the room.

  After a few minutes, she finally broke the silence. “Holy fuck,” she muttered.

  I chuckled, an inner peace consuming me. After twenty years, she was finally mine. I finally had all of her and I wasn’t letting her go for anything.

  I lifted her on top of me. Her body was weak, unable to hold her up when she tried to catch herself with her arms before collapsing on top of me. She slowly leaned her head back, her chin resting on my chest, to peer at me. Her gaze had yet to clear, the fog of pleasure still clouding her features. “I don’t know if I could handle this every time.”

  “Why not?” I smiled, knowing she saw the amusement in my eyes.

  “It’s too good. It’s scary good, but I’m-“ She yawned, blinking her eyes a few times. She was trying to stay awake, but it was obvious she’d already lost the battle. Her head dipped and her eyelids slid down.

  “Shh. Just go to sleep for now and we can talk later.” I cradled her face and kissed her lips. “I love you.”

  Her eyes barely acknowledged my words before she fell fast asleep.

  I lay there holding her for hours after she fell asleep. I drew circles on her back and caressed her curves as she snoozed. Her steady heartbeat, her steady breathing was a lull, a calming rhythmic lullaby to my soul. I slid the back of my fingers along the bite mark on her shoulder. The wound was swollen, red and irritated. It would heal within a few days, but a scar would forever be there, a visible mark of my claim on her for any and all to see.

  My heart leapt as I thought about it. I would wake up every morning for the rest of my life beside her. She would be the first and last person I saw every day. And she would be the one to give me children. Imagining her stomach swelled by a baby sent a novel joy through me. I couldn’t wait to start living my life with her, living it the way it should have been for many years now. It was never too late to start I supposed.

  I pressed my lips to her forehead. This was how it should have been all along.

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  I stretched, feeling loose, relaxed muscles for the first time. Last night came tumbling into my thoughts, jolting me into consciousness. I opened my eyes, looking and feeling around for Drea. Panic rose inside me at finding myself alone.

  I inhaled deep, scenting coffee, pancakes… and her. I smiled, breathing a sigh of relief as I got out of bed. I headed straight for the kitchen, anxious to see her, to touch her and feel her in my arms again.

  I watched her as I rounded the corner. She was adorable. Her hair was barely in a messy bun atop her head; obviously she hadn’t fixed it from last night. She had on a pair of pink, lacy panties; they peaked out beneath the hem of her black tank top as she moved around the kitchen. She grabbed the cream and sugar for her coffee before she flipped the pancake in the pan on the stove. She moved to the fridge and retrieved the syrup from the door. She then focused on mixing her coffee just the way she liked it. Once her coffee was perfect, she made it back to the stove in time to move the perfect pancake to a plate, already holding six stacked pancakes.

  Unable to keep my hands off of her a second longer, I padded towards her, immediately wrappin
g my arms around her from behind. I nuzzled her neck, pressing my hard naked body against her. My cock fit perfectly against her lower back as I kissed her neck. “Good morning.” I smiled against her, loving the smell of her and the feel of her against me.

  “‘Morning.” She blushed. Obviously last night was fresh in her mind.

  “You should have woken me up.” I kissed her forehead and stepped back, giving her a little space to breathe. My wolf stirred, but quickly plopped back down as I moved away. I had to remember that my feelings for her, my need for her, would always be stronger than hers.

  She turned towards me. Her eyes widened when we she saw I was naked before she focused on my face again. “You looked so peaceful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed.” Hesitantly she raised her hand towards me and cupped my cheek. “You looked like the weight of the world had finally been lifted off of you. I couldn’t mess that up.”

  I grabbed her wrist and secured my other arm around her waist. “You’re the reason I’m free. Do you know what twenty years of longing does to a man?”

  She flushed. “Makes him tie up the next woman he sees and fuck her brains out?”

  “No. It drives him to the brink of insanity and forces him to finally act on what he’d been longing to do the whole time: claim what was his. You’ve always been mine, sweetie, and now you always will be.”

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  Chapter Ten

  DREA

  My heart skipped a beat as he drew me into him. He captured my lips, awakening every part of me again. I lost myself in him so easily. How did this feel so right? How did I not know this was right for so long? I didn’t make a habit of regretting, but I couldn’t help but wonder where I would be now had I confessed my crush on him sooner.

  Bren had always been attentive. He’d always taken care of me, even when I kept him at bay. But now, now that I’d allowed the walls to come tumbling down, he tended to all of my needs on a much deeper level. There was no doubt in my mind that Bren would love me if I weighed one hundred pounds or four hundred pounds. There was no doubt in my mind that Bren would be there for me until the day that one of us died, because he always had been there; I just hadn’t acknowledged his love on this level until now. I hadn’t let him take hold of my heart until now.