Owned: An Alpha Anthology

by Jani Kay

  "Fuck."

  "I need you." I moaned, arching my back, forcing my hips against him.

  He tapped my ass. "So impatient."

  I screamed as a waterfall of chilled champagne upended on my back. The second the coldness hit my burning skin, his cock no longer nudged my entrance but buried itself inside me.

  Oh, God. Oh, God.

  Too many reactions. Too many sensations.

  It felt so good.

  It felt so wrong.

  I sobbed with delirium as he bent over me, turning the cold champagne into a blanket of bubbling heat. His mouth sucked up puddles dancing on my spine as his hips pressed harder, driving deeper in a satisfying glide.

  "Cas…shit. More…give me more." My voice failed as he obeyed, thrusting deeper, filling me completely and truly with every inch of him.

  The moment my body claimed his, he began to move. His knees moved closer, his hands gripped tighter. "God, you’re responsive."

  I moaned as he withdrew and thrust, again and again. I gripped the sheets, trying to anchor myself against pleasure.

  The storm in my soul grew, swirling with wind and sonnets.

  "Yes," I moaned as he reached forward, flicking my clit. My head lolled forward as I gave into his magic.

  His fingers bit into my hips, pulling me back, thrust after thrust. His hip bones bruised my ass with every pound.

  I lost myself to the rhythm of being taken. I gave up everything.

  Nothing else existed—not the sounds of him fucking me or our out of control breathing. Only his body deep inside mine.

  "God, I can’t stop it. I can’t—"His cock swelled, stretching me even further as his pace turned crazed with need.

  Every stroke drove me to the pinnacle, up and up, clouds and clouds. The thunder of his groans added to the crash of lightning in my soul.

  "Come. Make me come!" I begged. My mouth parted as twisting spindling pressure built in my core. I needed to combust. I wanted to let go.

  "Come, Lace. Fucking come while I fuck you."

  His filthy words stripped me of power, shoving me headfirst into the storm.

  I couldn’t hold on any longer.

  I came.

  The skies opened and torrents of rain drowned me as my orgasm crested and exploded. I had no umbrella, no safety net as I was washed away by the brightest, demanding release I’d ever had.

  Cas bellowed, his pace turning wild as he gave himself to my rhythmic milking, following me into paradise. His cock spurted with every thrust, his body spasming with every clench.

  On and on he fucked me. His thrusts fierce and jerky as his body drained completely.

  He made a delicious noise between a satisfied grunt and agonised groan as the last band of his orgasm left him dry.

  His hips still pressed in a never-ending rock, but it was blissfully gentle after savage taking.

  I shuddered as he ran a gentle hand down my spine, scattering droplets of champagne. My hair was damp, my skin covered in sex—I could barely remember my own name.

  But him.

  I remembered everything about him. I would remember until the end of time. Stamped on my soul for eternity.

  Falling to his side, Cas took me with him. His cock remained deep inside. I knew I should move, the condom needed to be thrown away, and a shower was definitely in order, but I never wanted to wriggle from his embrace.

  Words seemed to be an archaic way of communicating while our bodies spoke and soothed.

  I sighed deeply, hushed and protected in his arms.

  The phone rang, shattering our post-sex glow, reminding us that life was still there and we weren’t untouchable in our perfect dream-world.

  Cas groaned, reaching behind him to pick up the receiver by the bed. Somehow, he still managed to keep his cock inside me. "What?"

  Silence.

  "Okay. I’ll tell her."

  He hung up.

  Snuggling into the pillow created by his arm, I murmured, "My key is ready?"

  He took a while to answer, his breathing soft and warm on the nape of my neck. "Yes."

  My heart hurt at the desolation in his tone. "Do you want me to go?"

  His arms tightened before he forced himself to relax. "Do you want to go?"

  I stifled my smile, loving how this big scary man had changed. He’d softened and lost the edge of anger, from either being intimate or still inside me—he throbbed with tenderness rather than aggression.

  "No."

  He let out a soft breath. "Good. I don’t want you to go either." Pulling me tighter against his chest, he murmured, "I know what I said—about not wanting to know you. But, perhaps I don’t have to forget you so soon…this…it’s different."

  "More than just chemistry?"

  He sighed. "I don’t know. But I want…"

  When he didn’t continue, I murmured, "Want?"

  "I want you to stay. Spend the day with me tomorrow. Come and watch me fight."

  My heart leapt. I nodded without thinking. "I’d love to."

  "Good." Tension ebbed from his muscles and almost as if a switch turned off in his brain, he went instantly to sleep.

  My heart glowed while every inch of me burned from sexual use. My lips were sore, my body sticky and sweat-dewed. But I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been happier in six years.

  I lay there in his embrace, very aware of his cock growing flaccid inside me.

  What had just happened between us?

  Did this happen to everyone who met their perfect other? Did you just know? Or was it merely a crazy infatuation between two lonely people who looked for more than what existed?

  I didn’t know, but I wanted to find out more than anything.

  My heart plummeted.

  More than anything?

  More than a career I’d fought for? A new life that I needed?

  Fear cannonballed through my system.

  I looked at the curtains, noticing for the first time a sliver of light as the sun welcomed the dawn.

  You’re leaving tomorrow.

  Forever.

  My heart shrivelled into cinders.

  I’d forgotten.

  Somehow, this singular man had made me forget. Made me forget my grief, my goals, my dreams—all in one night of passion.

  How had I forgotten?

  My skin went ice cold.

  His power over me was too strong. His allure far too dangerous.

  He could ruin my future. Ruin everything I’d run so blindly toward.

  I couldn’t stay.

  I couldn’t spend the day with him tomorrow.

  I had to follow my dreams.

  I have to leave Cas Smith behind.

  * * *

  That was the first time fate put him in my path.

  But not the last.

  Cas was right about one thing—he’d stolen a piece of me that night—a part I would never get back; something that would forever belong to him, binding us forever.

  So I ran.

  Did I choose the right path?

  Did I follow the right dream?

  I thought I had at the time.

  I thought I knew what I wanted.

  But in the end, the truth came out, revealing the road I’d chosen—the one glittering with fame and fortune—was the wrong one.

  I chose the road covered in filth and deception.

  I chose the road filled with treachery and treason.

  And by doing so, I made sure I would never deserve the one person who could’ve saved me.

  But fate wasn’t done with us.

  Cas wasn’t done with me.

  * * *

  The rest of Cas and Saffron’s story will be told in the full length book, Forbidden Flaws, releasing early 2015.

  This is a Contemporary Erotica and a standalone.

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  ABOUT PEPPER WINTERS

  Pepper Winters is a NYT and USA Today International Bestseller. She wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.

  She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. She’s also honoured to wear the IndieReader Badge for being a Top 10 Indie Bestsellers, best BDSM series voted by the SmutClub, and recently signed a two-book deal with Grand Central. Her books are currently being translated into numerous languages and will be in bookstores in the near future.

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  Destroyed

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  Single: Vol. 1 is Copyright © 2014 by Lyra Parish.

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  SINGLE: VOLUME 1 BY LYRA PARISH

  1

  Oh. My. God, I thought as Mr. Sex-on-legs leaned in and nibbled on my bottom lip like we were lovers. Though we've talked for weeks through a messaging service on an online dating site, tonight was the first time we had met in person, and I was sure it would be the last. Yes, the last. This decision wasn't made because Alex was boring or bad looking—he was far from either. I decided this because of the rules I’d set in place to ensure that there would be no sort of relationship in my future.

  With a raspy voice full of sex appeal, he said all the right things to progress the inevitable, and he was confident about it. Whether what he said was truth or lies, I didn't care. My intentions were purely physical, not to learn every detail about him or fall in love. That wasn't possible anyway. Love was an emotion that took time, an investment, and I didn't believe in love at first sight. It always seemed like a silly concept to me. Love is a complicated emotion within itself. Add the first-sight bullshit to love, and I become completely lost on the subject.

  As I sat there listening to Alex talk in depth about architectural design, a thought crossed my mind: I didn't know if Alex was actually his real name or not, and if it wasn't, then the playing field was even—because I didn't give him mine. There were rules to the game of potential one-night stands in the Internet dating world, rules that I followed religiously. I had a reputation to uphold, and there were too many stalkers and psychos around.

  First rule: Never give your real name.

  Second rule: Use the same fake name, so you won't forget who you are.

  Instead of being Roxane VanBuren, the President of VanBuren Investments, tonight I was Katie, the girl who had one goal in mind. The girl who refused to talk about where she worked, and who also happened to love tequila and dirty martinis. Katie's favorite place to meet men she chatted with on the Internet was the Hilton Hotel Bar downtown. The location ensured there wouldn't be far to go if the night progressed into something else.

  Third rule: Never bring men home.

  It didn't take long for him to confirm that the night would be full of sex. A few drinks smothered with innuendoes, and we couldn't keep our hands and lips off of one another. After the last-minute booking of a room and the swipe of his credit card, we were stumbling through the hotel between kisses. Once inside the room, every single piece of clothing on our bodies disappeared from pure desire.

  I ran my fingers through his blond hair as he pulled me closer to his strong body. Teeth grazed my neck, then he laid me down on the bed. Gently, his lips moved over my breasts. He flicked and nibbled on my nipple, then licked up my chest. I laughed because no one had ever licked from my belly button to my mouth before. No, definitely not.

  We were ravenous for each other, and I wanted him to devour me with his tender touch and generous mouth. Before we went any further, Alex stood long enough for me to admire him. Muscles rippled down his stomach and his ass. Then he caught me staring and lifted an eyebrow as he quickly rolled a condom over his dick. Well, it was the best muscle on his body.

  Fourth rule: Always have protection available. Safe sex is important.

  Prepared. I love a man who is perpetually ready for his next adventure. Alex pulled me to the edge of the bed, and that was when I really noticed the dimple in his chin. Yes, a fucking dimple, and it was cute.

  "That brown hair . . . are your eyes two different colors?"

  I stopped kissing him. "Yeah. Green and brown."

  "You are so fucking sexy, Katie," he whispered as he guided himself inside of me. Ready didn't fully describe how my body took him. It had been months since I felt that.

  At first, he went slow. He gave me deep thrusts, long and hard. Out of nowhere, as if he switched bodies with a virgin, he was in and out so quickly that I thought it was a drive-by sex session to see how quick he could fuck. In and out. In and out. In and out. Over and over, again and again.

  I felt like I had been pranked. The foreplay was amazing, but the actual act after the warm-up thrusts lacked in several areas. If I were to rate it, I'd say a strong two. I sarcastically moaned as I mentally counted in my head. My body desperately craved the release of an orgasm, but I wasn't even close. Actually, I was completely turned off.

  Before I could even attempt to get myself there, he was bucking and moaning with his mouth wide open. "Oh. Oh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Oooooooooooh," he said, as he pushed a little deeper into me and finished his powerful orgasm, robbing me of mine.

  I looked over at the clock on the table.

  Five minutes.

  It took him a total of five damn minutes before he came.

  I sighed as he climbed off of me, tied the condom in a knot, then threw it in the trash. A huge smile filled the bastard’s face as he laid down completely satisfied. I wasn't sure if that really just happened or not. It was not supposed to happen like that. Both people were supposed to be satisfied.

  "God, that was soooo good. Your pussy is perfection, Katie. That orgasm. Best one I've ever had," he said as I stared at the ceiling, trying to determine what the
fuck just happened. Never in my life had someone fucked so fast that it left me speechless.

  "Want to go for round two after I catch my breath?" he asked, then turned and looked at me.

  I sat up in bed, wondering if he was fucking kidding. When I looked over at him, I realized he wasn't.

  "Wait. Wait a damn second," I said.

  "It was just as good for you, wasn't it?" He tried to pull me close to him so we could . . . wait for it— cuddle.

  Fifth rule: No cuddling. It gives false hope and triggers emotions.

  I pushed away from him and sarcastically laughed. It was almost hard for me to comprehend the absurdity of this situation. Obviously, he had not experienced the same five minutes of horrible sex that I just had, not by the smile on his face and the lingering hardness of his dick.

  "No. Just, no. Actually, I think that was the worst five minutes of my life. I didn't even come. I wasn't even fucking close." I stood, exasperated by the fact that he wanted me to experience that again. I shook my head, and searched for every piece of clothing that I had quickly removed ten minutes prior, then grabbed my high heels and slipped them on.

  "I thought you had. You were just so tight."

  I wanted him to choke on every word I had said. After another moment, he finally understood what had taken place. "Hey, it was longer than five minutes. Let me make it up to you. Round two," he pled.

  "Not happening. And just a pointer—fucking isn't a race. Next time, when some other idiot decides to fuck you, which I can guarantee will not be me, try to go for the marathon session and make sure she actually gets off. It makes you look like a selfish asshole, otherwise. Women don't like that."

  "And you . . . well, you're being a bitch."

  "Not the first time I've been called that, and I'm sure it won't be the last." I glared at him as I zipped my skirt. If looks could kill, he would have disintegrated instantly. Without taking a glance back at him, I slammed the door and walked furiously to the elevator. I stepped inside with hopes of forgetting what just happened, but somehow I couldn't. The images of him fast-fucking me were already replaying in my mind.