Alphas on Top

by Harper Sloan

  “Hello, Gregory.”

  He doesn’t even flinch when I walk up to him and stand on the step under the one he’s throwing his man fit on.

  “Babe, did you forget we had plans? Or did you just think I wouldn’t worry when all I hear from you all day is ‘I’m busy. I’ll be home late. Don’t wake up.’ Because I’m not really sure why our boy is spending the night out with Maddox for me to sit here by my damn self all night.” His low gruff rumble rolls over my body, starting the slow burn before the blaze. It’s been like this since the first day I met him. His voice could set my panties on fire.

  “Did you really think I would leave you home all alone tonight, my Beast?”

  He grumbles, shaking his head before moving so I can walk past him.

  I know he’s going to follow me, so I make my way to our bedroom, my steps lazy but my heart thundering in my chest.

  I hear the sounds of him locking up the house and setting the alarm echo around me before I hear his booted steps getting closer to where I’m waiting. Each step causes me to heat up a little more, my pulse hammering and my blood flowing a little quicker. I swear I can feel my clit pulsing in tune with each one of those damn steps.

  By the time he walks into the room, every inch of my body is craving his touch. His beautiful blue eyes darken instantly when he takes one look at me. I’m sure I look as flushed and as turned on as I feel.

  “I can smell how bad you want me, Beauty,” he whispers.

  “Are you going to do anything about it, Beast, or just stand there?”

  His low growl is the only warning I get before he prowls forward, hooking me under the arms and lifting me up his body. His lips feel like heaven against my own, our tongues mating with practiced rhythm. I feel his hands hit my ass, squeezing and kneading, and his large erection is pressing against my soaked center. If we didn’t have a few layers of clothing separating us, I know he would be inside me by now.

  My back hits the wall and he grinds his cock into my pussy, making me moan with pleasure. God, he feels so damn good.

  “All night, Melissa. I’ve been waiting here for you all night. There no little eyes around waiting to catch us every damn time I’m craving sinking deep into your body, but you still aren’t here. I’ve sat here waiting for you, baby, waiting to take you hard enough that you’re screaming the walls down.”

  I moan louder with his words, wetness soaking my panties.

  He rolls his hips harder against me, one hand coming off my ass and slowly running up my side as he kisses his way down my neck.

  The second he takes my breast into his hand, I whimper. He pulls back, giving me a look of confusion.

  “Melissa?” he questions.

  I just smile shyly, my earlier bravado leaving my quickly now that I’m faced with the big unveiling.

  “Is there a reason your tit hurts?”

  “Yeah,” I whisper.

  “And that would be what?” His brow furrows as he pulls his hips back to help me find my footing.

  Once my feet are firmly on the ground, he doesn’t waste a second. His hands go to my shirt, pulling it swiftly over my head. I take a deep breath and help him remove the one thing standing between him and his surprise.

  With the shirt still halfway over my head, I hear him. His sharp hiss and stilled movements are all I need to know he’s looking right where I want him to.

  Since he clearly isn’t going to finish removing my shirt, I pull it the rest of the way off before dropping my arms and taking in his handsome face. Waiting for some clue as to what is going through his mind right now.

  When I finished my tattoo I had to forgo my bra. Because of the placement, I wanted to keep the underwire off, so when I lifted my arms to remove my shirt and my chest lifted higher, I know he had a clear view of the five letters beautifully placed right under the curve of my left breast.

  BEAST.

  I couldn’t think of a better way to brand myself with my man than that. And I have a feeling that, when his shock wears off, I’m going to enjoy when he lets his beast come out to play.

  His hand comes up, lifting the heavy globe, while his other hand lightly caresses the skin around the letters and a low animalistic rumble comes from his chest. His eyes flash up to mine, and in just one look, I get it all—his appreciation, desire, and love.

  “Beauty,” he says harshly, and before I can even open my mouth, he dips low, his shoulder going into my stomach, and I’m lifted clear off the floor. “You put me on your skin? My name is on this body. Mine, Melissa. Mine. Goddamn, Beauty, you have no idea what that does to me.”

  “Yes. Yours.”

  “You let someone else touch those beautiful tits, baby, and as much as I fucking love that my name is on your body forever, I can’t stand that someone else touched what. Is. MINE.”

  I am caught off guard when he stops next to the bed, bending slightly before tossing me over his shoulder and onto the mattress. He stands there, his eyes on fire. I lift myself up to rest my weight on my shoulders, watching as his hands flex and his chest continues to rise rapidly.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, Beauty. Take that tight pussy and remind you why you love your beast. Why you are mine. And then, I’m going to come deep inside you before I take you again…and again. Don’t get me wrong. I love seeing my name on your body, but the next time you’re itching to have someone tattoo this skin, I’m going to be there for every goddamn second.”

  And that’s all the warning I have before he’s on me. My jeans are roughly pulled from my legs, my panties ripped from my skin, and his fingers deep inside me. I’m so worked up from his reaction from seeing his name on my skin that it takes me seconds to scream in pleasure, wetness coating his fingers.

  “You want my dick, Beauty? Do you want me to fuck you raw, so hard that you will feel me for days?”

  “God, yes!” I scream.

  His fingers continue to push deep, hooking at just the right spot to have a rush of my arousal flood out of my body…drenching his hand.

  “Fuck me,” he whispers harshly. “You just came so hard, Beauty.” He pulls his fingers from my body, dragging his knuckles up my lips and around my clit before pushing them into his mouth, licking my wetness from his fingers.

  “I love how you taste against my tongue,” he moans.

  “Please fuck me, Greg. Please…”

  His eyes, those stunning baby blues that I love so much, darken even further until they are almost so dark they appear navy.

  “Oh yeah, my Beauty. I’m going to fuck you.”

  His jeans come off quickly. His elbows hook me behind the knees before pulling me roughly towards his hips. I feel the tip of his dick and the coolness of his piercings before he’s pushing to the hilt and taking my body in a pace that is almost savage.

  And just like he promised, I’m screaming his name over and over.

  It is a few days later, as I am folding laundry and watching Cohen run around the backyard, that Greg surprises me with a present of his own. He walks in the garage door with a big smile on his face, comes right over to me, and pulls his shirt over his head. Right over his heart are six letters that have me smiling huge.

  BEAUTY.

  And that night, I show him just how much I appreciate being his.

  Until November

  Copyright © 2013 Aurora Rose Reynolds

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  Walking into the lobby of the hotel, the warm air hits me in the face. It’s October and I can already tell winter is going to be rough. The lady behind the counter Glances up from her computer with a look of shock on her face. I can’t blame her. I look like I feel, which is crappy.

  “Oh, honey, are you okay?” she asks. I hate that question.

  “I'm fine.” I try to smile. “I need a room. Something that’s dog friendly if you have it.”

  “Of course,” she says, looking back down at her computer and typing. “How many nights?”

  “Just one.” I lean on the counter, feeling the exhaustion of the last few days catching up to me.

  “Room 312 is dog friendly. You just take the elevator to the third floor and make a right. It will be seventy for the night and fifty dollars deposit for the dog.”

  I hand over my card. Waiting for her to finish checking us in, I look down at my new companion. I still can’t believe he saved my life.

  From what I can remember, I was attacked and he came out of nowhere, jumping on the guy attacking me. The cops said that if it wasn’t for him, I probably would have been killed or in a coma. Instead, I just had a concussion, two broken ribs, and a sprained wrist.

  Beast was the first thing I saw when I woke up in that alley with the smell of garbage and urine all around me. I thought I was dead until I heard whining and felt a warm, wet tongue move across my face. I opened my eyes to see a huge face looking down on me like some kind of doggie angel. He stayed at my side while I gathered my strength to get up. He never left me alone, not even when I stumbled into the apartment to call the police. He was my own personal guardian through every moment.

  “Here you go, honey,” the receptionist says, handing me the room card and bringing me back to the present. “The elevator is right down that hall.” She points to the left.

  “Thanks,” I mumble, ready to get into bed.

  “I know it’s none of my business,” she says, and I stop to look at her, “but I hope you were able to get in a few licks before you left his ass.”

  “It’s not what it looks like.” I smile and shake my head.

  “Mmm hmm, honey. If you say so.”

  I don’t have it in me to argue with her so I just let it go and smile. “Come on, boy.” I drag Beast along with me toward the elevator while trying to carry my bag. “You can smell everything in the morning when I'm not so tired,” I say through a yawn while pulling him behind me.

  When we finally reach our room, I'm overwhelmed by the smell of dog urine. I wonder why they take fifty dollars if they were obviously not using it to get the smell out of the carpet. I’m too tired at this point to care and just happy to have a bed. We could sleep in my car, but with all of my stuff in it, there’s not a lot of room. I take Beast’s leash off and go to the bathroom, carrying my bag with me.

  After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I look in the mirror and cringe. I look like a cow. My face is black and blue, my green eyes are red and puffy, my upper lip is cut, and I have so many bruises that even my hair hurts. I pull off my jeans, sweater, and bra but keep on my tank top and panties; then crawl into bed. Leaning over, I turn off the light. Two seconds later, I feel the bed bounce with Beast’s huge body as he curls into me. And then, I'm out.

  The sun is shining through the crack in the curtain. I moan and roll over. Beast is lying on his back with his legs straight up in the air and he’s snoring. He is the strangest dog I’ve ever met, not that I have a lot of experience with dogs. I’ve always tried to avoid them. When I was four, we went to visit one of my mom’s friends out in the Hamptons. They had a dog that attacked me. I ended up in the hospital with stitches from my eyebrow to the corner of my eye. Ever since then, I’ve had a deep fear of dogs; including the small ones that everyone thinks are so cute because they look like you could put them in your pocket. My dog, Beast, is not small. I Googled dog photos after I found him and from what I can tell, he’s a Great Dane. He comes up to my waist when he is standing on all fours. I'm five four and when he stands on his back paws, his head is a good four inches above mine. Surprisingly, I'm not afraid of him at all. Actually, I don’t think I would have made it through the last couple days without him.

  “Come on, buddy,” I say as I pat his stomach. He rolls his body to the side, looking at me like I'm crazy. “Yeah, it’s time to wake up and get back on the road if we want to make it to Dad’s by tonight,” I say while getting out of bed. He still doesn’t move.

  “Whatever. I'm going to shower,” I tell him like he cares. Stumbling my way into the bathroom, I start the shower. As steam fills up the small room, I take off my tank top and panties and climb in. I peel the paper off the cheap hotel soap and wash my body. After I’ve scrubbed from head to toe, trying to be careful around the cuts on my legs and arms, I find the shampoo but realize there’s no conditioner. I regret not digging through the stuff in the car last night to find all my bathroom supplies. Getting out and drying off, I try to finger comb my hair enough that I won’t look totally crazy when we make our way down to check out. Not that it will matter.

  One look at my face and no one will care what my hair looks like. I find clean underwear and sweats, then throw on a hoodie and put my hair up in a messy knot at the top of my head. I slide my sunglasses up to rest on my head till we get downstairs. Walking out of the bathroom, Beast is sitting on the bed, looking like he has been waiting for me forever. Typical male.

  “Come on, boy. Let’s roll.” I pat my leg and he jumps down from the bed to walk over to me. Sitting at my feet, he waits for me to attach his leash. “Okay, sweet boy, I’ll feed you outside,” I say while double-checking the bathroom to make sure I didn’t leave anything. Walking to the elevator with beast in tow, I slow down so he can smell everything he missed last night.

  The elevator opens up and the person stepping out almost stumbles at the sight of Beast. I mean, he is big but he is not that scary looking. His fur is dark gray with black spots, his nose is pink, and his eyes are almost blue. He’s actually really beautiful. I give the guy a look and apologize. “Maybe my face is what scared him,” I say to Beast when the elevator door closes. He tilts his head in agreement. On the first floor with the elevator door open, there’s enough light to put on my sunglasses so I slide them down my face.

  Walking to the checkout, I notice there is a new desk clerk. I’m praying we don’t have to have another awkward conversation. That’s when I spot a key card drop box and make my way to it without a second look at the front desk.

  Once I drop my key inside, the smell of coffee hits me. My feet move without my command to the source of my weakness. I love coffee. I drink so much coffee every day that my coffee consumption alone could support a small country. Coffee in hand and a bagel hanging out of my mouth, we make our way out to my car. Outside, the cold air hits my lungs and it feels amazing. I walk to my other baby, my light blue convertible VW bug. I pop the trunk and drop my bag inside, then dig out Beast's food and water bowl and set them down on the ground. Leaning against my car, I watch Beast scarf down his food while I enjoy mine. Once he’s done, I put his bowls back in the car and take him to the grassy area near the parking lot to take care of his business. Looking up at the sky, and all I can think is that in just a few hours, my life is going to be so different.

  Driving is not fun. Okay, let’s be clear, driving in my car with a giant beast of a dog, going from New York to Tennessee, is not fun. My car is small and with all my stuff packed in the trunk and the back seat, there is no room for Beast. I feel bad for him being stuck up here with no place to lie down. But I have to say, he is pretty inventive. At one point, his butt was on the seat while the upper part of his body was lying on the floorboard. It didn’t look comfortable to me, but apparently he didn’t mind because within a few minutes of finding
that position, he was snoring. Who knew dogs could snore so loud?

  We’ve been stopping every couple hours to use the restroom and stretch our legs, so we still haven’t made it out of Virginia. To be honest, I’m just glad the roads are clear. You never know what kind of weather you’re going to run into during this time of year. October is one of those tricky months. Some days are beautiful and sunny with fall in the air, and other days are freezing and all you want to do is go hibernate for the winter.

  I hate the cold. Maybe after I get settled with my dad, I’ll take a trip to a beach somewhere. The only good thing about winter is being able to wear cute sweaters and boots. But I do miss my dresses during the winter. I wear a dress every day during the summer. I’ve taken sewing classes just so I could make my own summer dresses. There’s nothing like getting up in the morning, taking a shower and slipping on a dress and a cute pair of sandals. There’s no work involved. You can add a cute jacket or extra jewelry but you don’t have to. A dress is simple. During the winter, not only do you have to wear pants and boots but you have to make sure that your shoes go with your top and jacket. Yep, I hate the cold.

  My phone is blasting Breathe by Anna Nalick and it startles me out of my daydream about summer and dresses. Looking at the screen, I see its Dad calling.

  “Hi, Daddy.”

  “Hi, baby girl. Just checking to see how far you are.”

  Looking at my GPS, I say, “We're still in Virginia and have about six hours left. I’ve been stopping a lot for Beast.”

  “Oh, yeah. Forgot you’re bringing that thing you call a dog with you.” He chuckles under his breath. “I hope you know the only reason I'm letting you bring him into my house is because he saved your life.”

  I sent him a picture of Beast when I told him he was coming with me. Dad was shocked. He told me that girls were supposed to have little cute dogs for pets, not things that looked like they would eat you.