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Authors: Christin Lovell

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BOOK: Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge
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Fuck!” I cried out, my
mouth falling open as pleasure seared my breasts, trailing outwards
in rapid bursts.

He continued his assault of my nipples, his
cock stayed for the moment. His moves above were somehow connected
to my pussy. Every brush of his tongue, every flick of his fingers
caused sensations to rush my core, caused liquid desire to ooze
around his thick member.

He methodically slid his cock through my
tight channel as he kissed a trail down the valley between my
breasts. The second he pounded back into me, his mouth captured my
other breast and a new hand covered the other.

I couldn’t stop my moan as my body wound
tighter, despite the pleasure licking it. I shivered as his cock
hit my cervix again. He overwhelmed me.

His hands were skilled in their caress. His
mouth was slick with its tease. His cock tortured me as it slipped
in and out of me, tormenting my sensitive flesh. His rhythm meant
his cock pressed against every nerve, drew out as much pleasure as
possible before slipping away and then driving back into me
again.

Perspiration licked my temples as his dick
moved back, gliding back to the entrance. He stayed there, making
me wait patiently as his mouth scorched the flesh of my upper body.
His hands stroked my thighs before moving up to my hips then up to
my stomach. They groped my breasts, his thumbs swiping across my
throbbing nipples, before skating up to my arms.

He captured my lips as he lifted my arms
over my head. He caught both of my wrists in one hand, his other
moving back down to tease a tight peak. God, how was he this
patient? I yearned for his cock to pummel into me, making me gasp
for air every time his balls slapped my flesh, an exclamation point
to his move. I didn’t understand how he remained in control when I
felt so out of control.

My body hummed with awareness, vibrated from
the beautiful sensations he was thrusting upon it. He kept me
guessing. He kept me on edge as he moved in and out of me, as he
tasted and touched every part of me without losing his torturous
stride. My womb fluttered as the head of his cock breeched my pussy
again. My muscles clamped down, preparing for the onslaught of
erotic adrenaline that would shoot through me. Tiny jolts sizzled
my breast as he continued to play with my nipple. Who knew a single
hand could derive so much pleasure? His lips burned against mine,
his tongue tangling with my own, his teeth nibbling the soft flesh
of my lips.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I didn’t know
what I’d been asking for. This was nothing like my previous
experiences. Despite never touching it before, he seemed to know my
body better than any man ever had. He’d wound me tighter than
anyone before. I wiggled beneath him, craving for his cock to move
again, to punch into me.

He pinched my taut nipple, sending pain
mingling with the pleasure again. I winced as he pulled away from
my lips. “I’m in charge. Don’t fight me.”

I couldn’t explain why I whimpered when the
rest of me sizzled with delight and enthusiasm. I loved this alpha.
I loved when he took charge. There was nothing sexier than a man
who knew what he wanted and went after it.

I just wished he went after it a little
quicker, speaking about both past and present.

He leveraged himself over me, each hand
capturing a single wrist above my head now. His gaze searched mine
before he plunged into me.

I moaned, my back bowing off the bed,
seeking the warmth of his body hovering half a foot over mine.

He continued his punishing pace. I was
beyond frustrated. My need was so high; my body was wrung so tight.
I was teetering in this unfamiliar zone of intense agony mixed with
sweet pleasure. Every lunge sent pleasure rocking through me before
the ache returned with a vengeance, my body was literally in pain,
begging to be set free.

My muscles bunched; my womb twisted around
itself, putting pressure on my pussy. My breasts were swollen,
aching as my nipples stretched towards him, pinching unbearably as
he ignored them. The weight of my enlarged breasts seemed to
constrict my chest, crush my lungs. Every breath was a harsh
inhalation as air fought its way to my lungs.

Sweat touched my brow as his cock lingered
at the entrance of my pussy. I didn’t know how much more I could
take. Tears stung my eyes as he slowly slipped through my folds.
Pleasure zapped my core before an intense pressure killed it. Oh
God, I ached. I clearly didn’t know what true longing was
before.


Please, Bry.” My voice
cracked. He ignored my whispered plea though, even as tears began
to stream down my face.

I closed my eyes, suddenly swimming in a
pool of emotions. I didn’t know where they came from.


Look at me, Chel,” he
ordered, halting his movement.

I faced him. I knew my eyes were begging him
because my body was begging me, pestering me for release. The
throbbing was beginning to overwhelm any pleasure I’d previously
been able to draw from his intimate connection.

He moved my wrists back into a single hand,
his other moving down to wipe away my tears. “Do you trust me?” His
voice was soothing, his tone a soft caress to my firmly wrung
body.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded my
head ‘yes.’

He kissed my cheeks. “Then let me take care
of you. Believe it or not, I know your limits. I’m watching you
closely. I’ll know when you’ve hit a wall. You’re close, baby, so
close.”

My heart warmed and a bit of the pressure
eased. This was about more than claiming me; I should have known
that.

He kissed my lips, teasing my body into
unwinding a bit more. “You’re so beautiful, and you feel like
fucking heaven. Trust me, sweetie, as torturous as this is for you,
it’s double for me. You don’t know how bad I want to flip you and
fuck you like the savage beast I am. But you deserve better. You
deserve to come away knowing how strong you are as an individual,
how giving you are, how much pleasure your beautiful body is
capable of. I love it all.” His cock descended, sending shivers
down my spine as it caressed my channel. He surged forward again
almost immediately, sending bolts of pleasure ricocheting through
me. “I love you, sweetie.”

I gasped for air as his dick licked my womb
before slowly sliding away. “I love you too.” Gazing into his dark
eyes, I didn’t just say it, I felt it. I felt him in me, against
me, around me. But there was more. It was a palpable essence that
assured me of his feelings, that confirmed what he said and left me
with no doubt. He really did love all of me, including my excess
stuffing.

His unbearably slow pace sent my body to new
highs, to a new threshold of pain. Everything moved in slow motion,
every sensation drifted through me at a patient speed, which only
wound me tighter when it was pain flowing through me, when it was a
throbbing need working through me.

I closed my eyes, tugging against his grip
on my wrists. I tried to move my hips up to meet his thrust, but a
hand held me off. It locked me in place, forced me to accept his
rhythm.

I whined. “Please, Bry. I really can’t… no
more… please.” I wasn’t above begging. My body bore down on itself;
the pressure was too intense. This was becoming way too much for
me.

He’d slowly stripped away every layer of me.
Lying naked with someone didn’t mean you were spiritually and
emotionally naked to them. But he’d made sure that I was. He’d
taken his time, moving so slowly, taking so little at a time that I
hadn’t realized it until now.

I couldn’t hide myself, figuratively or
literally. The emotions were what was buried deep within, the tears
a rush of all I’d hidden for so long.


Open your eyes.” His
command was a harsh growl.

I met his intense gaze. My pulse pounded in
my head, my body was loud; for the first time, it was loud. A
thundering heart was nothing when it blended into the symphony.
Blood rushed through my veins, echoing in my head. My heart pounded
against my chest as my lungs loudly rose and fell in erratic
patterns that caused the harmony to jump around. My flesh wiggled
against my sheets, a low scratching sound adding to the musical
melody. His cock hitting my cervix sent pleasure and pain vibrating
through me like a gong; the smack of his hard balls against the
soaking soft flesh of my pussy was a gentle drumbeat.

Every breath was filled with his scent.
Every movement seemed to pull me further and further into my head
space, where my senses were so overwhelmed they blanketed my mind;
they left me captured and at his mercy as they took over, absorbing
every little thing.

I was a hairsbreadth from falling, a
hairsbreadth from breaking through, yet I couldn’t. I was
struggling, tottering in place, at a point where pleasure and pain
were no longer separate entities washing through me; they were one,
just as we were one. They moved together, attacked my nerves,
wracking them with sensations together. It left my body on edge, no
longer caring if it was pleasure or pain that shot me over the
edge.

His breath tickled my neck as he pressed his
face into my upper arm. “Mine,” he growled.

Suddenly, he shot off like a cannon, moving
so quickly inside me that I didn’t have time to react before the
bomb went off, before I was shoved over the edge. Fireworks burst
before my eyes as wave after intense, potent wave of pleasure
rocked me. My body shook, contracting around him. My pussy
swallowed his cock, pulsating around him as he continued to pound
into me at an unfathomable speed.

My entire body cried out as pleasure ripped
through my muscles, kissed my nerves and sent adrenaline coursing
through me. I bowed off the bed as my head fell back. My lungs
didn’t seem to be working as I gasped for air around heated
sensations tingling every pore, licking every part of me as I
splintered into a thousand pieces.

My vision blurred as he grunted over me,
accentuating every rough thrust. He milked my pleasure, capturing
my nipple with his mouth, sending new waves of explosive eroticism
through me.

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t see. My hearing
was from afar as I was forced to feel. My climax had me soaring as
harsh cries poured from my lips, as he continued to slide in and
out of me, even as I felt a new heat sizzling my core.

My body continued to flutter around him, to
embrace him, to shake from the erotic bliss overwhelming me. My
nerves were shot; perspiration licked every pore. Pleasure singed
every part of me even as I slowly regained my thoughts, even as I
began to recover from the earthquake that shattered me.

He peppered me with kisses as his speed
slowed to a lazy hump.

I watched his head bow as he kissed my
shoulder, my arms, my neck, my chest and breasts. He moved down my
body, his cock slipping from me as he trailed his lips along my
rounded stomach, my wide hips and my thunder thighs. He kissed his
way down to my socks where he stopped, lifting his head.

He lifted a single brow, an amused smile
brightening his face. “Have these been on the whole time?”

I felt myself blush as I grinned down at
him. “Um, yeah.”


Hm,” was his only
response.

He crawled back up over me, dropping a few
more kisses at key points. His lips feathered my body, slowly
cradling it as it continued to come back down from the heights he’d
shot me to.

He kissed my lips. “You’re fucking gorgeous
when you come.”

I averted my gaze, feeling more heat touch
my cheeks. I chanced a glance at him, my breath hitching at the
pure love reflected in his eyes. It caught me off guard, squeezing
my heart, causing tears to well quickly.

He stared into me. “I’ve always loved your
body. I’m sorry you doubted that.”

I couldn’t respond. I was too overwhelmed,
too worried that the dam would break and I would ruin the moment by
sobbing uncontrollably like the hormonal woman I was.

He chuckled, nipping the tip of my nose.
“And now, this is all mine.” He slipped his arms around me, lifting
me off the bed and against him.

I laughed. “Yes. I’m all yours.” I secured
my arms around his neck, holding him to me.

God, what was it about this man, this
werewolf, that melted me, that touched me, that pulled me into
submission every time? I couldn’t fathom a more concentrated
emotion surrounding one person. I couldn’t fathom a life without
him. I’d been crazy to think I could walk away. I’d been stupid to
let insecurity threaten what we had. I wasn’t a werewolf, I didn’t
have the same faith as him, but I knew, without a shadow of a
doubt, that we were meant to be. Nature got it right, as I’d
witnessed throughout the pack. She knew what she was doing when she
paired someone.

Never ignore the pull.
Ignore the insecurities that stop you from pursuing what you
want.
I couldn’t imagine going through life
never knowing the depth of that single emotion: love.


Chapter Eleven

BRYAN

My body was still tingling as I held her to
me. She fit perfectly against me. Her soft caressed my hard; her
curves complimented me. I couldn’t stop touching them. They were
addictive.

My soul danced, my wolf pranced and my heart
flew as I embraced her, embraced every way she affected me and my
life.

She was so strong, so beautiful. She would
forever keep me humble, yet equally showcase my strength. She was a
ray of sunshine in my life, a spitfire that would always push my
limits and test my control. But I knew, if I slipped, she would
catch me, the same way I would always be there to catch her.

God and nature, Mother Earth, collaborated
when they created werewolves. That’s what made it easy for me to
believe they both brought her to me, and that they both were
smiling upon us, even though I’d broken the sacred code of one.

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