Bad Boy Alphas Collection

by Vienna Vixen

“Yes,” I confirmed. “I’m sure.”

  No sooner had the words left my lips than his mouth hungrily descended upon my mine. We were moving backwards as my knees hit the end of the bed, and I tumbled backward, never once breaking the kiss. Hunter hovered over me before he pulled away and began to pepper my face with kisses.

  His hands made quick work of the shirt, and soon he was pushing it off my shoulders then it landed in a puddle somewhere on the floor. My back hit the backboard as Hunter’s body covered mine, our body heat intermingling.

  My hands were all over his back, exploring and clawing. No doubt they were leaving a mark everywhere, but I couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment.

  “You’re mine,” He growled against my lips, surprising me and sending a surprising bout of desire through me.

  Who knew such words could be so…. erotic?

  “I think it’s amazing than no man has ever had you before, and I can’t wait to show what you’re missing out on,” He promised, huskily.

  My back arched as Hunter pushed his boxers down, and his erection sprang free. I tensed as he tore his lips away, and I stared down at him.

  Holy crap.

  He was huge.

  And the tip of him was glistening. He was obviously very hard, and very ready.

  “Do you want to touch me?” He asked, gutturally, his grey eyes stormy by now. It was clear he wanted me to say yes, and I was curious, so I tentatively nodded. He took my hand in his and firmly placed it on his member, squeezing in the process.

  “Now, gently guide me into you,” He instructed as he held himself very still, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.

  I did as I was told, and my entire body clenched as soon as I did. I winced as I bit down on my bottom lip hard to keep the gasp of pain in.

  “I know it hurts. I can feel the resistance, but I need you to relax otherwise it’s going to hurt more,” His voice sounded strained as if he was going through something stressful.

  I supposed he was in a way.

  I’d heard that it was hard for guys to control themselves once they were hard. I was guessing that Hunter was no exception.

  I took a deep breath and began to chant positive things in my mind to make myself calm down. Slowly, I felt myself relax, and Hunter looked visibly relieved, and he kept himself in his position as I adjusted.

  My inner thighs squeezed around him as he leaned backwards and pushed himself in slightly. I felt him down there, filling me up, and I tried to focus on that feeling instead of the pain. Hunter grunted as he gave one quick thrust, and a surprised squeak escaped my lips.

  He waited till I was able to catch my breath before he slowly moved. I shuddered as I allowed myself to truly feel him. Aside from the soreness, he felt amazing.

  My entire body felt full as if he was meant to be there all along.

  Hunter bent down and leaned his forehead against mine. “Okay?”

  “Yeah,” I mouthed.

  Hunter moved again slowly so as not to make it hurt anymore. Soon, the pain began to fade, and I began to notice the subtle differences between this, and everything else I’d experienced.

  The lower half of my body began to gingerly move, experimenting and testing. Hunter tried to temper his enthusiasm as he tentatively responded to my slight thrusts. He placed his head on either side of the backboard as he gave one quick plunge.

  I moaned loudly as my orgasm slowly rippled through me and left me gasping for air as my hair was plastered to my forehead. I pushed it back from my face as my chest heaved, and Hunter watched me through hooded eyes.

  Once I came down from my high, he eased himself out then slowly plunged back in. He did that repeatedly until I began to get a feel for his rhythm, and I began to meet him thrust for thrust.

  Hunter was making noises in the back of his throat that sounded divine to my ears. My breathing came out in short quick breaths that were punctuated by the sound of flesh against flesh.

  I came undone once more which prompted his own release. Hunter pulled himself out and spasmed next to me, coming all over the mattress as his entire body shook.

  I curled into him and placed a soft kiss on the side of his neck as he turned his head and smiled at me. We shared a brief kiss before we both succumbed to sleep.

  THE END

  The Alpha’s Plaything

  (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 3)

  Vienna Vixen

  The Alpha’s Plaything

  Copyright © Vienna Vixen 2019

  Cover Design by Vienna Vixen

  Cover images: Adobe Stock

  Published by Forever69 Publishing

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  First Edition (December 23, 2019)

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not assume any responsibility for third-party websites or their content.

  Blurb

  The Alpha’s Plaything is a full-length standalone, super steamy, erotic romance. No cliffhangers and a HEA guaranteed!

  Being bad never felt so good…

  Live fast. Play hard. That’s how I liked it.

  Until Victoria…

  She was a damsel in distress. I came to her rescue. Now I must have her and I’ll stop at nothing until I do.

  Scorching Hot Read and Sexy as Sin!

  *WARNING: The Alpha’s Virgin is intended for mature audiences, due to graphic language and explicit intimate scenes. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

  THE ALPHA’S PLAYTHING

  (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 3)

  Chapter One

  “I need a vacation,” I muttered under my breath as I pinched the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger. I could already feel a headache coming on, but I had no way of stopping it. I also didn’t have the luxury of kicking back and switching off the lights because I had a busy day stocked to the brim with patients.

  When I told my parents I wanted to be a doctor, they were thrilled. They would brag to their friends, especially considering my mum was a teacher, and my dad was an architect at a small firm. They were happy about their jobs, but they always wanted more for me.

  Thus, began my long and winding career down the path of medicine. I started off wanting to be a vet, but after I realized that I would actually have to put animals down sometimes, I realized that I would be a wreck afterwards, and I would never be able to live with myself.

  So, that option was out. I thought about being a pediatrician, but I discovered that although I loved kids, I couldn’t handle the screaming and temper tantrums they threw. I never knew how to manage them in that moment, so I always shifted my gaze to the parents, awkwardly hoping that they would swoop in and know what to do.

  It wasn’t a fatal flaw. After all, most doctors learned how to deal with kids over time, but I didn’t see myself traveling down that path either. Once I got hooked on Grey’s anatomy, I dreamed of becoming a surgeon, and perhaps having a show named after me.

  Victoria’s Anatomy, they would call it. Or maybe James’ Anatomy. Or perhaps Victoria James’ Anatomy. That last one was a bit of a mouthful, so I decided I’d leave the name of the show to the producers.

  That was until I discovered that I didn’t have a knack for surgery at all. It required a certain finesse, precision, and the ability to think on one’s feet in a life or death situation. The idea of a patient awaiting my verdict, and that one wro
ng snip could somehow send things spiraling didn’t help my nerves, and so I didn’t go down that path either.

  In the end, I discovered that the only way I could help people while also honing a skill I have was to become a dentist. Sure, nobody really liked dentists, but at least nothing major happened with teeth.

  There were less risks involved, and there was less of a rush when my patients came in. My parents were less than thrilled when I first announced my decision, and I could see the glow dim from their faces a little as they both grimaced.

  Obviously, our daughter the brain surgeon had a much nicer ring to it than our daughter the dentist. They couldn’t comprehend my decision at first, try as I might to make them see otherwise.

  Eventually, I gave up and realized that they would come around on their own, and they did. It took them a few months, but once they started showing up at my clinic, I knew that they were in.

  Interning was hard at first. I had a tough as nails mentor who rarely smiled and did very little aside from bark orders at me and distastefully comment on my choice of outfits. I failed to see how it would affect my performance, but I soon came to realize that this way his way of toughening me up.

  Getting me ready for the world of dentistry.

  It was pretty unglamorous, and you hardly ever saw any shows dedicated to dentists. It was a good job, a steady one, and at least it wasn’t as stressful as other areas of medicine.

  Nonetheless, there were days when I wanted to give my patients a stern lecture and kick them out of my office. They wanted their teeth to stay clean and healthy without putting in any effort, and somehow, they expected me to be able to make that happen.

  I was no miracle worker.

  Which I kept explaining over and over.

  Though I had a feeling they rarely listened.

  Most of them showed up with a problem that they wanted a solution for, right there and then, and then they’d be off on their merry way until the next time we met. It was what I liked to call a band aid solution. It worked for a little while, but eventually the band aid needed to be ripped off, and the real work needed to happen.

  It was especially hard when I saw their habits rubbing off on their kids. I had a three-year-old come in the other day, and she had cavities that were so bad I wanted to hug her and apologize on behalf of her parents. That was grade A negligence.

  I gave the parents a stern talking to, and they slid their gazes away guiltily as I lectured them on what candy and soda does to a person’s teeth. I would’ve liked to think that things changed after that.

  They did a little, which was something to be thankful for, but still it made me frustrated. So, I decided to teach their kids about oral hygiene in the hopes that she would pick it up herself, and her parents would join in. It seemed to work as her teeth got better and better.

  It was a small victory, but life’s made up of those.

  My phone started to buzz in my pocket, and my feet fell off the desk in surprise as my head shot up. I tried to calm my erratic heartbeat as I fished my phone out of my pocket and pressed it to my ear.

  “Please tell me we’re still going out tonight,” Amelia’s voice floated in through the speakers. Amelia Sommers was my best friend of four years. A hyper brunette with a bright smile, and dark eyes. She was a wonderful person to be around unless you crossed her.

  If that ever happened, well there was truth to the saying, ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’.

  Still, she was fiercely loyal and funny as hell. I began to rub my fingers across my temple in slow circular motions in the hopes that the headache would ease up.

  “I’m still game, but didn’t you have a patient who called for a reservation at the last minute?” I asked, confusion lacing my tone.

  “Oh, yeah, he called to cancel just now. That’s why I’m calling,” Amelia explained.

  Amelia was a dentist just like me, and our clinics were right across the street from each other. We’d gone through med school together, but didn’t actually become friends till we graduated.

  Part of it was interning for the same guy and worrying that the other person was the competition. In the end, he ended up choosing both of us, and we realized that we didn’t need to be pitted against each other.

  “Let’s definitely go then because I really need this. My vacation is starting to feel like it’s further and further away even though it’s only a few days from now.”

  “I know, hon, but hey, you’re in the final stretch. Almost at the home run, you can do it,” Amelia said, sympathetically with as much cheer as she could muster.

  “What’s with the baseball analogies?”

  “Too much?”

  “Just a bit.”

  “I’ll try to tone it down,” Amelia offered. “Alright, I gotta go because my next patient, a kid who’s consistently on a sugar high is about to walk in, and if I don’t rearrange my face into something friendly first, I’ll probably get fired.”

  I laughed as I propped my feet back on my desk. “Good luck, S.”

  The dial tone went dead, and I stared at my phone for a minute before I shook my head. Amelia wasn’t wrong about that. Her face had a habit of making faces, and she had very little control over it unless she knew what to expect beforehand.

  Otherwise her face completely gave her away, and it was usually not a good thing.

  “Dr. James?” My receptionists’ voice came in over the speaker. I sighed as I grudgingly lowered my feet and glared at the telephone.

  “Yes, Brandy?”

  “Josh is here, and his mom is asking if you can squeeze him in,” her voice sounded anxious and apologetic. She was as bad at dealing with kids as I was, and they always sent her into a tizzy.

  I lowered my coat and checked my watch.

  Technically, I did have time for one more patient, but did I want to see him?

  No.

  Josh was about as mean as they came with a nasty attitude, and a smirk that made me want to discipline him the old-fashioned way. Instead, I had to grit my teeth and paste on a fake smile around him and his plastic mother.

  A ditzy bleached blonde who was more interested in her phone than paying attention to her son.

  Nonetheless, I was a professional, so I buttoned up my coat and stood up.

  “Send him in, Brandy. Thank you.”

  I ran my fingers over my coat to smooth it out, and my head snapped up when they walked in.

  “Hi, Josh, how are you today?” I asked in my best optimistic voice. I read somewhere that if you used a happy voice that children were more likely to respond to that.

  It rarely worked with Josh, who at seven was already a sullen kid with a bad attitude, but I had to do the best I could.

  “Fine,” he grumbled in my general direction as he crossed his arms over his chest and stubbornly jutted his chin out.

  “What seems to the problem, Mrs. Oakland?”

  His mother looked up in surprise as if she didn’t quite know what she was doing there, and her phone was momentarily abandoned as she stared at me with unfocused eyes.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  I tried not to heave a sigh as I gestured to Josh. “What seems to be the problem?”

  “Oh, he’s complaining about his tooth again.” His mother dismissed this complaint with a wave of her hand as if it wasn’t her fault her son had developed cavities.

  The next generation of parents was going to drive me bonkers.

  I had no idea why they were even parents to begin with when half of them acted like they didn’t want their kids, and the other half seemed afraid of them.

  “Let’s take a look.” I patted the chair and rolled it up so he was at eye level with me. I took a look inside and shook my head in dismay.

  The filling on his cavity had completely fallen out, and we would have to put in a new one.

  Again.

  “What happened Josh?” I began to pick up my instruments to pry his mouth open.

  “Nothing,” he sa
id with his mouth open as a little bit of spit came out. I shifted as I used the edge of my latex gloves to wipe it away.

  “Open wide.”

  He did as he was told, and I nearly staggered backwards from the smell.

  It was like being inside a sewer.

  What the hell did this kid eat?

  And didn’t he ever brush his teeth?

  One glance at his mom confirmed. She was probably too busy Instagraming or Snapchatting or whatever she was doing on her phone to check and make sure her kid was taking care of his teeth.

  I resisted the urge to place a clip on top of my nose, and I took a deep breath. I decided the best course of action was to hold my breath while I worked, otherwise I might pass out from the smell.

  “Here we go,” I said as I sucked in a huge gulp of air and dove in.

  Josh sat very still as I cleaned his teeth and put in a new filling. Eventually, I ran out of air and had to breathe in through my nose.

  I tried not to cough as my eyes welled up with tears.

  *****

  “What in the name of all that is holy is that smell?” Amelia complained when I walked in through the door of our shared apartment an hour later.

  I grimaced as I stared down at my clothes in dismay. “That is the smell of a seven-year old’s vomit.”

  Amelia made a face as she looked at me from her spot in the couch. “Jesus, was it that kid Josh again?”

  “The one and only.”

  “Dude, there should be a way for dentists to protect themselves against patients.”

  “Like a dentist protection program?” I asked, very dryly as I tried to avoid breathing directly lest I get a whiff of my clothes. I hurried to the bathroom as fast as I could and gingerly began to peel off my clothes, doing my best not to get any of his vomit directly on my skin.

  It was impossible of course, but I still had to try.

  “Exactly,” Amelia called out. I heard the sound of her footsteps as she walked down the hallway and stood outside, hovering near the entrance. “Those little kids could put the mob to shame with their little acts of terrorism, and their foul-smelling mouths. It’s like something crawled in there and died.”