Fated Mates: The Alpha Shifter Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle) (Insatiable Reads)

by Hunter, Adriana

  “I had started reaching for my purse since I had some items in there that would inconvenience him or at least kill him. Then the fucker grabbed my wrist and told me whatever I had in the bag could wait until he was done. Can you imagine? Fucking amateurs. He actually tossed my purse to the side. It was like he was living out his pathetic fantasy. He started to pull me up by my hair and put his stinking lips on me. His knees were positioned between my knees and his mouth was next to my ear. ‘You privileged bitches think you can just waltz in here like you own the store. This is my time, you slut.’ He then pushed me to my knees while he tried to pull his dick out.”

  “Remind me never to shop there.”

  “I had enough. I ordered him to put that gummy worm away. I told him the best part of him was dripping down his old man’s leg. In another breath I had him on his own knees with his face bright red from the skillful use of my hand. He finally started treating me with the respect I deserve. ‘Forgive me, Mistress,’ he coughed out as I shoved my fingers into his mouth and said ‘If you find my feet to be such a prize then you can fucking kiss them.’ He let out a moan and bent down at which point I stepped back so his wet lips missed. We did this dance again and again. I loved to watch his mounting frustration. I expected him to start bawling like a five year old.

  “I laughed and told him to bring me the container of the stockings they keep for customers who come in barefoot. I pulled out four of them and shoved them into his mouth. While he was choking I took another one out and gagged him with it.”

  “This is that shop near Smith Tower?”

  “Yeah—by the place where we had the dim sum lunch a couple of months ago. I tied his hands behind his back with one of the stockings and used my lipstick to write on his bare chest I’m a fucking loser. I took his clothes so he was completely nude while I watched his eyes fill up with tears and embarrassment and smiled at how he was leaking pre-cum. I put the shoes back on and told him they were coming out of his salary.”

  “And that’s why you were running late,” Bree concluded, pulling into the Delta airline terminal.

  “Well, that and the pizza delivery man had to be disciplined too. It was a busy evening.”

  “Where are you going again?”

  “I’ve been hired to be the entertainment for a werewolf bachelor party being held in Jackson Hole. Who knew pegging a bunch of your husband’s friends would open up a whole new market of pervs to me?” I laughed, “And none of them requires a safe word. Apparently nothing short of pulling their heads off slows them down. I love to watch how they heal in front of me. I never have to hold back.”

  “Just as long as you never use silver. That will scar them. They put silver particles into ink to get tattooed, you know.”

  “Yeah, Dutch let me know about that early on. Since then I always wear silver around my neck just to keep them nervous. So see you in a week—I’m off to dive into the peen pool.”

  Bree got out and opened the trunk, handing me my carry on. “Are you sure we’re really sisters?”

  “Yeah, it’s just I take after our dad and you’re just like our mom.” Her eyes flashed in such a way she actually scared me. Fuck. “Just kidding—just kidding, calm down. You go over the top like that and the next thing you know you’ll be going all furry the next full moon.”

  As she pulled away I heard Bree mutter, “What sort of bachelor party hires a dominatrix?” Poor thing just didn’t understand business models. This is why our grandmother taught us never complain—never explain.

  I was met at the airport by Shawn, the guy who had hired me. I was flying in a couple of days early to get all the prep work done—which included a fun shopping spree in Jackson Hole to supplement what I had in my carry on. We reviewed the schedule. There was the mandatory stripper who would be making an appearance. Shawn had showed me her picture. She looked like she spent 99.9% of her time running on a wheel at Petco—let's just say I'm not a fan of starved looking women. The bitch was actually throwing up a shaka sign of holding up her index and pinky fingers (or maybe she was doing the “one in the pink, one in the stink” gesture?)

  I was a more exclusive option for attendees. This meant my having a separate “workplace” for those who wanted more kink to show up. So far over half of the guests had RSVPed. I looked at the list and I was curious if I would be seeing the bridegroom. I wondered if I would lose some to hangovers, but then dismissed that idea because with their healing factor and Super metabolism, I didn't think a werewolf could even get a hangover. Dutch had to swig half a bottle of Jack Daniels just to get buzzed.

  I settled in. Both my personal hotel room and the “workspace” were larger than my condo back in Seattle. I felt like I was the president of the sorority Sigma Cum Biteme. God bless werewolves with “old money.” I could learn to live like this, but given the rarity of werewolf nuptials, I shouldn't count on doing this sort of thing once a month. I sipped on a vodka and tonic and waited for the first knock on the door. Tony was right on schedule.

  Tony

  The “Goddess” must have been able to pick up on my nervousness. I could be hit by an 18-wheeler and walk away (did that my first year of going furry) but facing an actual professional dominatrix was both terrifying and one of my major sexual fantasies. She was gorgeous—a truly full bodied woman with hypnotic eyes and one of the most beautiful faces I'd ever seen that hadn't been photoshopped. She had been featured on the Shapeshifters' website. Her sister was married to one of the Fangzahn Clan. Their father had been a Wolf from the Southwest, so they were “family” on more than one level, even if they didn't Shift with the moon. There was a lot of buzz off the Internet of how she had worked her way through many of the Supe Community members. It was said she had even fucked Jeffery St. Claire, who was the original poster child for gay Alphas.

  Of course, we all knew werepanthers would do anything that moved, and most things that didn't.

  She let me in and as I walked past she let her fingers brush my hand which called up sparks for me. I had this instant combination of arousal and fear. I wondered if she could scent me, or if she just had a human sense of smell. With mixed bloods it could go either way. I felt myself growing even harder.

  As I entered the room she said, “I can see you're happy to be here.” So—even if her sense of smell was human, there was nothing wrong with her eyes. I focused on the realization of what she was admiring and I tried to adjust myself. It was obvious she was enjoying my humiliation. That made me even harder. Damn she was good, and this was just the first five seconds of contact.

  Delia

  I opened the door and wondered once more if there were actually any homely werewolves or if the ugly ones were locked up in a dungeon somewhere. Bree's husband had once mentioned vampires choose their fledglings, so unless you had a bat-shit crazy sire, you'd be able to hit the European runways the minute your neck healed. I had now been around enough werewolves to realize they were a lot more hit and miss. Once the beast had taken over, they weren't really focused on how hot you looked. They focused on how hot your blood was. Yum yum. But most were striking in the looks department. My conclusion was their Supernatural healing factor massively improved their looks and bodies. If my own genetic heritage were stronger I probably would not be a size 22 and I could give up on all that shitty diet food. But enough about me—I should focus on the client.

  Toffee colored hair—and one of the most magnificent man bubble asses I have had the pleasure to discover. Bree and I are both around 5'10” and he towered above me. Big broad shoulders. If I were fifteen I would have started fanning my pussy, but I'm a professional and focused on the task at hand. I escorted him into the dim living room area and offered him a drink. I knew as a Supe he's need half a bottle of booze to get buzzed, but this was about getting him to relax before we got on board the kinky train. I knew I wanted to freshen up my own drink.

  By the second round I hugged him, pulling him close enough to me to enjoy feeling his hard-on press against me. He sm
elled of soap and fear. Worked for me.

  Tony

  I grew even harder while she was so close to me I knew she could feel my arousal. She grinned and told me how much she enjoyed my response. She kissed me and teased me with her sweet tongue. Then she instructed me to take my clothes off and to be ready for her return. Then she was gone. My disappointed stiff dick weeped. “Fuck,” I wondered “—did I do something wrong?” I went from having a smoking hot woman to being in a room by myself. I sighed and took off my clothes and folded them with more attention than a bored clerk at Abercrombie and Fitch. I felt my nipples grow hard in the cool air.

  She came back dressed in an incredibly sexy tight outfit with a lot of shiny latex that made her boobs look even more enormous. I felt my beast start drooling. I was so rock hard I wondered if I might actually start to shift even though we were weeks away from a full moon and I sure as hell wasn't a potential Alpha. I was one of the many that only went fuzzy with the Moon. My eyes widened when I saw she was holding a black leather riding crop.

  Delia

  “I told you to be ready for my return,” I said, biting each word. I even scared myself and tried not to laugh. I let my disapproval drip so heavily the floor should be slippery.

  “I undressed the way you told me to,” he said in a little boy voice. His ass so belonged to me.

  “Down on all fours, you miserable excuse for a loser! That's how a nothing like you should wait for your Goddess, not standing up as if you were worth more than a broken condom.” He immediately fell to his knees and I walked past him, brushing his hair with the back of my hand. “You need more training than I can provide in our few days together here.” I heard him suck in his breath and I had no doubt we'd pick this up back in Seattle. I would enjoy that. He obviously would as well.

  “I didn't know,” he whispered, at which point I struck him with my riding crop, not worrying about how much strength I used. He'd be healed in a matter of seconds. I loved to watch how werewolves could sometimes even reabsorb the blood I left on top of their skin.

  “You miserable worm,” I sneered. “When you're with me your only options are Yes, Goddess, No Goddess, I'm sorry Goddess, and Thank You Goddess. Is your brain big enough to remember that? Your dick obviously isn't big enough to recall my instructions.”

  “Yes, Goddess!” He responded immediately and I wondered how much his promptness was tied to his fear of my riding crop. I turned away from him so couldn’t see he had made me grin.

  “Now crawl towards me like the dog you are. You're not worthy to be a wolf.” Tony followed me into one of the bedrooms. I had a large floor to ceiling mirror secured near the doorway so he could see himself in his glorious nakedness as I selectively damaged him. I wondered why all professional models weren't werewolves and then I realized maybe they were. You just didn't schedule a photo shoot on the night of the full moon, and I suspected most models would clock out before it got dark.

  “Sorry, Goddess,” he answered. Watching his nude body move I wondered if he had muscles humans didn't have, but since he wasn't in full moon mode, he was using standard equipment. He was just a lot more graceful.

  I banged his ass so hard I was surprised my crop didn't break. “The correct response when you're told to do something is Yes, Goddess.”

  “Yes, Goddess,” he choked out. “So sorry, Goddess!”

  Tony

  Fuck, that earned me another couple of blows from the damned riding crop. I might be able to heal in a few seconds, but all weres knew the fact we could heal so quickly didn't make the pain any less when we experienced it.

  “Good puppy,” she sneered. “You're finally showing some potential. Now come closer and start worshiping my feet. They were defiled by a nasty shoe salesman and I need them cleaned.”

  “Yes, Goddess,” I told the carpet. I began to kiss her perfect feet in those shiny black shoes. The combination of my nudity and being on all fours to worship her feet had me diamond hard.

  “Waaaay too slow,” she yelled at me and her riding crop dug so deep across my ass I figured she had left an impression.

  I cried out and then tried to save my ass by shouting, “So sorry, Goddess!” I covered her feet in kisses to try to avoid being struck again. She had hit me so hard it made me wonder what she did with regular humans. If she hit them as hard as she did me, there would be a definite body count across the Pacific NW. I breathed deeply and felt what I had assumed to be a permanent erection go limp. WTF?

  “Look at those lovely deep red marks your fat ass is showing from my little riding crop. I like that—a lot,” she crooned. Suddenly my cock was hard again. On her orders I threw myself onto the floor on my back, nervously keeping my eyes on her riding crop.

  She turned to face my feet and squatted down to smother me with her magnificent ass. “Smell my pussy, you miserable excuse for a wolf!” All I could see was a massive landscape of black lace panties that filled my field of vision. I obediently sniffed her, reveling in her juiciness. Her panties were practically dripping and I had no doubt if I was majorly turned on she was as well. She pushed herself even deeper into my face and I had to gasp for air. I might be able to survive almost any wound, but even werewolves needed to breathe. She ground into me and I tried to pull in some air.

  “I am enjoying your face in my panties and your true potential as a pussy slave,” she told me.

  “Yes, Goddess!” I shouted.

  “I'm not hearing you thank your Goddess for gracing your face.” She abruptly stood up and I sucked in a few breaths because I knew what was going to happen.

  Delia

  There are times in my life when I realize I have one of the best jobs in the world. “Back on your hands and knees, you worthless piece of shit! Show me that huge ass of yours so you can be disciplined!” Then he did and earned another four blows for each of the cardinal directions. By the second strike he was whining about how sorry he was for not thanking me for overwhelming him with the sheer power of my pussy. I let him whimper some more and then demanded he get flat on his stomach. When he assumed the position I spread his ass with my sharp fingers and spit into his asshole. “I wonder how much you'll enjoy my finger in this little tight rosebud,” I whispered.

  “Thank you, Goddess!” At least he was a fast learner. I knew from experience my spit as lube turned many a man on. Tony was no different. His cock was so obviously hard I was surprised he hadn't pierced the carpet. I watched my spit patiently oozing from between his ass cheeks. “Rise up so you can see yourself in my mirror,” I told him. I knelt behind him and in the most exaggerated manner I could manage I spit on the tips of my fingers and started easing them into his asshole. I wanted him to feel like my personal property, existing only for my pleasure. He meant nothing. I was all that mattered. I grinned at the look of his contorted face in the mirror and I got even damper from the joy of violating his candy ass. I love my work.

  Tony

  My erection was more extreme than I had ever experienced and I worried my whole body would simply explode. “Such a beautiful cock, you worthless piece of shit. Such a waste when you don't know how to use it.” I tensed up and she whispered, “I need you to begin playing with yourself while your ass gets a major finger fuck.”

  “Oh, yes, Goddess! I thank you, Goddess!” My eyes were glued to her mirror as I stroked myself off. I had the incredible simultaneous experience of being filled with her from behind as I stimulated myself from the front. I was so overwhelmed it felt as if I were about to shift with the moon.

  She kept up her rhythm that matched mine. A little later she ordered me to come. “Yes, Goddess! Thank you so much, Goddess!” I clutched my cock even more tightly and sped up my stroking while she kept shoving herself in and out of my ass. I danced at the edge of my orgasm. “Do I have your permission to come, Goddess?”

  “Yes, you worm,” she whispered in my ear and the sensation was so sweet I thought that alone would make me blow. I had never experienced anything like this with any part
ner before. Her voice sounded so seductive after all the pain from the riding crop and her finger fucking me I toppled over the edge and exploded with the largest load I've had since hairs started growing on my balls. My head seemed as if it was about to fall off and it felt as if my asshole was chewing on her fingers.

  I exalted in the wetness on my own fingers and cock as she withdrew her skillful fingers from my ass and she left me panting as I watched us in her mirror. I felt as if I had been running for hours. “Thank you, Goddess for letting me release myself,” I gasped. I had to make a conscious effort not to fall over. I knew I had found my perfect dominatrix—the ultimate combination of merciless domination and sexy softness. I saw her smile sweetly as she caressed the back of my neck as she rose up.

  Delia

  I love my life. “I'm going to enjoy training you,” I told him. “You're really raw but I see some potential in you. Make sure you call me when we're both back in Seattle.” Then I rubbed his left earlobe and kissed him on his neck. “Now get dressed and get out because I'm expecting someone else in the next twenty minutes.” Always leave them wanting more. That’s my successful business model.

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