Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge (2 page)

She whimpered as I ran my hands around to
her round ass, her desire returning. I squeezed the robust curves
of her rear; my cock bounced at the thought of pounding in and out
of her tight pucker, the wide, rounded surface of her ass cheeks
diminishing the size of my cock as it pummeled her.

My lips traveled along the line of her jaw
and down the front of her neck. She leaned into my touch, her
breath hitching as I lifted her into my arms by her ass and jammed
her into the bite of my teeth. She groaned, her body fluttering
around my assault. I loved how responsive she was to me. I hadn’t
even stripped her yet and she was putty in my hands.

I lowered her back to the ground, enjoying
the glazed look in her eyes. I waited until the fog cleared and she
stared at me longingly. “Do you trust me?”

“
Yes.” The single word
answer was barely above a whisper, but she didn’t stall to give
it.

“
Then trust me.” I kissed
her one last time, sweeping my tongue along hers.

I pulled back and spun her to face the
mirror, her rear cradled against my crotch.

She froze as she caught sight of herself.
Her lips were swollen and red from my aggressive capture of them
for so long. She hesitantly met my gaze in the mirror, avoiding
looking at herself.

“
Trust me when I tell you
you’re beautiful.”

I ran my hands along the hem of her shirt.
Her muscles tensed as I lifted it up and over her wide hips. I
kissed a trail along the exposed flesh above the waistline of her
pants. She trembled, slowly beginning to relax into my reassurance.
I resumed raising her shirt, continuing to kiss her soft skin
higher and higher. When I reached her chest, she obediently
stretched her arms up.

I drew the shirt over her extended arms and
tossed it aside. “So beautiful.” My lips skimmed her shoulders. She
quavered as my hands roved around her plush stomach, relishing the
feel of lush softness beneath my palms.

I followed the natural curvature of her body
over the extended roundness of her hips up to the smaller, tighter
pull of her upper stomach and further up to the swell of her
breasts, held snugly in a black lacy bra. Creamy flesh puffed out
beyond the top of the lace, luring my fingers towards it.

I released her and unhooked her bra in the
back, allowing the straps to fall away from her shoulders and down
her arms. She gasped, turning into a statue in my arms. Fear marred
her face as she averted her eyes to the wall.

“
Look. Watch,” I commanded.
Tears welled in her eyes as she met my gaze again in the mirror;
her vulnerability brought out the protectiveness in me. “Do I look
repulsed?” She swallowed, slowly shaking her head ‘no.’ “I’m not. I
love your body, every beautiful inch of it.”

I cupped her breasts, flickering my fingers
across her nipples. She exhaled, her chest pressing out into my
embrace of its own accord. Her breathing became labored as I
pinched the peaks, rolling them between my fingers. I loved the
feel of her smooth flesh; I treasured the fullness of her body,
every bend and curve of it.

I smelled her arousal finally blooming.
“Touch your breasts.” I grabbed her hands and placed them over the
full mounds. Pressing my hands over hers, I squeezed them, teaching
her how to drive her own desire higher.

“
Oh,” she moaned, her
breath catching as a spark of pleasure strummed through
her.

Leaving her to caress her breasts, I drew my
hands down to her pants. I ran my fingers between her waist and the
material. I unsnapped and unzipped her pants, enjoying the peak of
black lace peeping out above the open zipper. I skimmed her skin,
pushing my hand down beneath the lacy panties. I felt the soft
curls framing her pussy. I dragged a finger over her plump lips
before dipping it inside.

We both groaned as I came into contact with
warm, wet heat between her folds. My cock throbbed, and my wolf
roared. She pressed into my finger, her juices coating the
digit.

I growled, squeezing her hip roughly as I
pulled out. “Watch,” I ordered. I sucked my finger, covered in a
layer of her sweetness, between my lips.

Her hands stopped moving over her breasts as
she watched the act. Her eyes darkened, deepening to a dark ocean
blue hue. The taste of her drove me insane; her honey had my wolf
scratching on my chest. She was better than any decadent dessert
I’d indulged in.

I stuffed my finger back down between her
folds and lifted it to her lips. “Taste yourself.”

Her nipples tightened beyond what I thought
possible at my words. She parted her lips and I slid my finger over
her tongue. She rolled her tongue around my finger. My cock burned
with an increasingly unbearable ache as I observed her erotically
stroke my finger with her tongue.

My patience was wearing thin. I was losing
my control. She drove me crazy. She had my muscles in a tight twist
on the verge of spiraling into a shift with her innocent
pleasure.

Unable to hold out any longer, I jerked her
pants down; I wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her
backwards into me, her feet flying off the floor so I could free
the pants from around her feet and throw them across the room. I
set her back down, absorbing the beauty of what was reflecting back
at me in the mirror.

Her thick thighs protected the treasure at
her apex. Blonde curls peaked through the lace of her black
panties. My mouth salivated at the thought of tasting her pussy. I
could already hear her screaming my name.

Goose pimples broke out over her pale flesh.
Her breasts were swollen, her nipples crying for attention as her
chest heaved with her breaths.

I ran the tips of my fingers from her
polished red toes all the way up and over her thighs to the center
of her body. In one quick lithe move, I shredded her panties,
leaving her naked before the mirror.

“
Beautiful,” I
declared.

She quivered as I nipped her hip, my hands
caressing her abundant curves. She was different. She was a curvy
temptress in a crowd of rail-thin twigs. I wanted to eat her up,
every square inch of her, every ounce of lushness on her.

—

Chapter Five

SUREN

Maryk worshipped my body. His unabashed
caresses batted away my insecurities, driving them into a dim
corner somewhere. He had no qualms with my excess stuffing. Desire,
pure, dominant desire, was visible in his eyes.

“
Never be ashamed of this
beauty.” His words were a command.

Abruptly, he stood. He lifted me into his
arms at my waist. One of his hands plucked my nipples, sending a
new wave of hot heat to my core. He set me down behind the ottoman,
facing the mirror still.

“
Bend over.”

I widened my eyes, staring at him over my
shoulder. My nerves returned with a vengeance, sending my pulse
into turmoil.

“
Every second it takes you
to bend over adds another spanking.”

“
What for?” My nerves
slipped beneath my outrage.

“
You disobeyed a direct
order by not shifting and checking the area with the
others.”

I couldn’t argue with him there. I hadn’t
listened to him.

“
You’re up to ten plus the
initial ten just for ignoring your alpha’s orders.”

I pouted, crossing my arms defiantly.

“
Twenty.” His demeanor
showed no signs of giving into me.

“
Thirty.”

I gasped, bending over. I glared at him in
the mirror. I hated him in the moment. He was a manipulative
jerk.

Air drafted over my exposed ass and pussy. I
squirmed, uncomfortable with the stance. It didn’t matter what he
said before, there was no way I looked beautiful with my stomach
hanging down towards the floor and my cottage cheese thighs pushing
outwards in the back to hold up my large ass. My breasts fell into
my forearms as I cupped them to my chest protectively.

“
Drop your
arms.”

Tears stung my eyes. I stared at the floor,
avoiding my reflection and him. I obeyed his command though,
dropping my hands flat against the ottoman to hold my upper body
up. I closed my eyes, feeling the tears begin to stream down my
face.

Maryk came behind me, his hard body pressed
against my ass, a reminder of his perfect physique compared to my
overstuffed imperfection. His hot lips seared the skin along my
spine, but I couldn’t indulge in him anymore. I was too aware of
myself; too self-conscious to enjoy anything.

His hands slid down over the back of my
thighs, then back up and over my cheeks. His hands feathered out to
caress my broad hips; they slipped up my body and over my dangling
tummy. ‘Mortified’ didn’t even begin to describe my embarrassment
as he groped my fat.

Suddenly, he withdrew his touch. I relaxed,
thinking he’d finally come to senses when a loud smack echoed
through the room as a stinging pain flared on my right ass cheek. I
bit my lip to keep from crying out. He rubbed the skin, pulling
away again before he slapped my left side. I flinched, squeezing my
eyelids tighter as if I could shut out the pain. My tears instantly
dried up at the new distraction.

Several minutes went by without him touching
me. I was just beginning to let go of the tension in my muscles
when the telltale sting flared on my right cheek, followed
immediately on the left. He continued his assault on my cheeks,
waiting until I relaxed, until I began to let go before he struck.
He varied his strokes, sometimes hitting me once, other times
twice, and switching sides.

I was surprised once he hit number sixteen
that the pain began to give way to pleasure. I actually started to
anticipate his smacks of my flesh; my pussy began to respond to
those harsh vibrations against my skin.

At number twenty, I was biting my lip to
hold back a moan rather than a grunt.

“
Look at
yourself.”

My gaze lifted to the mirror. I studied his
reflection. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. His muscles
were bunched as if he was struggling to maintain control of
himself.

“
Look at yourself.” He
slapped my left cheek.

Air escaped me in a silent moan. I gazed at
myself, shocked to find a wanton woman staring back at me. My lips
were still swollen from his earlier kisses. My eyes were dark with
desire despite the red of their rims from crying. A flush stole
over my skin, creating a soft glow about me.

He struck my left cheek again. I watched as
my chest rose, my breasts engorging in response. He hit my right
side. My breath hitched, my mouth parting. Another slap stung
against the right side of my ass. He gripped my hips roughly,
jerking my ass to his stiff erection.

“
Does it feel like I’m
turned off?” His words were a growl.

My breathing became labored as he broke away
and swung again, striking my left cheek. This time a moan escaped
me as liquid desire gushed from my core.

“
I want to whip my dick out
right now and drive it into your sweet pussy until you’re begging
me to stop.” His gruff tone sent pleasure streaking through me. I
squirmed, rubbing my thighs together, trying to find
relief.

Another smack quickly followed by yet
another slapped both sides of my ass. His breathing grew rougher
than my own as he continued. I heard my voice echoing throughout
the room, but couldn’t believe those sounds were coming from
me.

On the final slap of my fleshy ass, my
juices broke the barrier of my folds, dribbling down my inner
thighs. He inhaled deep, groaning.

I shrieked as he threw me onto my back
horizontally on the ottoman; the mirror now sat on my left side. He
huffed above me, his body vibrating with tension. He squatted down
between my legs. His hands pushed my knees apart.

“
Oh, sweet goodness.” His
tongue lapped at my inner thighs, drinking up every ounce of my
dripping honey.

He kissed my soaked outer lips. Hooking his
arms around my hips, he lifted my ass off the ottoman. “Watch,” he
tersely commanded.

My body shuddered with expectation as he
slowly dipped his tongue between my folds. I moaned as he sucked my
lips into his, gathering all of my liquid heat into his mouth. My
wolf growled in delight as we watched his lids fall to half-mast as
he guzzled me.

His tongue slid along my slit, digging to
caress my inner walls. I fidgeted, pleasure sizzling in my womb as
my muscles tightened with anticipation. Moving upwards, he used his
hands, still encircling my hips, to spread me open. I felt his
breath on my swollen clit, sending tremors through my pussy. My
body was in a tight ball, so close to an invisible peak already. I
tried to thrust my hips closer to him, but his grip was strong.

I screamed as he let go of my right hip,
slapped my ass cheek and resumed his previous hold. “Don’t move,”
he growled.

I nodded. Desperation crawled through me as
my body tingled with awareness, so close to the precipice of
greatness that I didn’t care what I had to do to get there. I’d get
myself off if I had to. I’d done it before. It was the only sexual
experience I had. It was nothing compared to what Maryk had done to
me in this short amount of time, but it would relieve the heavy
ache weighing my body down.

“
Good girl.” He smiled. His
smile took my breath away. I hadn’t realized how much I craved his
approval until now. His praise warmed my heart; it cocooned my body
in a different kind of pleasure.

Abruptly, he closed his mouth over my clit
and sucked the little nub hard between his lips. I cried out, my
limbs shaking as pleasure burst through me. A concentrated
powerful, orgasm overtook me. Beautiful, intense pleasure assaulted
my flesh as his tongue continued to draw every shudder from my
climaxing body. My mouth fell open, my head rolled back as wave
after wave of heady pleasure shot through me. My pussy wept with
new warmth; my breasts swelled to an increased degree as my nipples
tingled. Sweat licked my brow as he nibbled and sucked my sensitive
bud until my body collapsed, unable to withstand anymore.