Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge (37 page)

If I had a wolf, he’d be celebrating with
me.

She was mine.

And it was time I made her aware of
that.

I cut Dan loose in the gym, a dangerous
thing to do when your beta was an overtly friendly wolf with an
insatiable appetite for pussy.

Moving for the front desk,
I feigned busyness by sorting through stacks of applications and
contracts. I kept one eye on the papers and the other on
her.
I waited,
impatiently, until she finally headed for the locker
room.

I couldn’t contain the natural-born predator
in me. I immediately dropped the stack in my hands and slinked
through the crowd, avoiding several women who I knew were
desperately seeking a conversation starter with me. I only wanted
one woman. I’d only wanted one woman for the past seven months and
six days. Anna.

—

Chapter Two

ANNA

I hated exercising, but loved looking at
Jayce. He seemed distracted today though. Generally, he conversed
with the members as they did their sets. But today, he stuck close
to one guy for a while before burying himself in paperwork.

It was pathetic that I’d studied him long
enough to notice a shift in his pattern. I ended my workout feeling
more depressed than when I started. I was too fixated on someone
that would never be fixated on me. It was unhealthy. I’d had
exactly one conversation with the man three months into my
membership, if a general survey about my satisfaction with the gym
could be considered a conversation. He’d been polite, professional
and shown zero signs of interest in me outside those generic
questions.

Damn it. What was wrong with me? I never
obsessed over men. My mother had bred me for rejection. But there
was just something about Jayce, something worth making a fool of
myself for it seemed.

I headed for the women’s locker room. I
never showered at the gym. Those darn shower curtains always
revealed slivers of those behind them on the sides, and I
definitely didn’t want any zumba bunnies catching a glimpse of my
rolls.

I unlocked my locker and retrieved my
weekend bag. I didn’t bother trying to freshen up. I’d go home and
take a nice, long shower. Nothing beat the comforts of home.

I was just about to sling my bag onto my
shoulder when a pair of hands landed on my hips. Heat singed
me.

“
I want you, Anna.” His
voice was a husky growl in my ear; his breath sent tingles down my
spine, the gentle vibrations tickling my clit.

He took a step back, turning me towards him
as he circled around me. He crooked a finger beneath my chin,
lifting my face until I was gazing straight into his amazing eyes,
beautiful striations of hazel, honey and chocolate. He stared right
into me, fixing his hands on my broad hips. “And I know you want me
too.”

My breath hitched. I was certain my heart
was going to give out.

Jayce was a successful business owner and
fitness model. His physique was…breathtaking. He was a sculpture of
perfection. A large tattoo ensconced his right bicep, showcasing
the incredible bulk of his upper arms. Regardless of the shirt he
wore, his six-pack was visible; his abdomen muscles were gorgeous
bubbles with deep valleys framing them. And that damn sexy cut on
his hips… My mouth watered every time I caught a glimpse of his
erotic V. His workout pants always hung at exactly the right spot
to leave me salivating as my imagination took off in a naughty
direction.

Damn if my body didn’t respond to his. Too
bad I weighed more than his impressive mass. I’d joined the gym
seven months ago; I logged an hour five days a week and had lost an
incredible eight pounds. The only reason I kept going was to drool
over Jayce… just like all the other women.

Realistically, though, there was no way a
gym owner-fitness model-beautiful piece of art like him would be
caught with a fat girl like me. There was no nice way to say it. I
wasn’t curvy or pleasingly plump. I was fat. I hadn’t worn less
than a size twenty my entire adult life…all seven years of it so
far.

Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t a virgin. There
were men who were interested, but none like Jayce. Men like him
were only attracted to women like me in the romance novels I
devoured. I was all too aware that Jayce would forever be just a
dream for me.

Sometimes a dream is enough. Sometimes a
dream is better than reality. It’s safer to dream.

But this wasn’t a dream. He was standing in
front of me expectantly, his hands scorching my flesh through
sopping layers of cotton.

I watched as his eyes darkened; a faint
supernatural glow illuminated the patterns of his irises. “Stop
fighting it, Anna.”

He spoke as if he knew me, as if he’d read
every secret thought I’d had about him.

I stood, dumbfounded. I knew my eyes were
wide, my cheeks were flushed and my nipples were visible as I
stared stupidly at him. I’d dealt with forward men before, but not
assumptive forward men…or better, perceptive forward men.

I did want him. But had I really heard him
right? Did he really want me?

He gently loosened my grip on my bag and set
it on the floor.

My heart beat wildly as I watched him. There
was something wild, almost animalistic about the way he was
assessing me; I suddenly felt like his prey. That only seemed to
rev my desire for him though.

When had I become such a floozy? I had this
inane urge to rip my clothes off and dry hump him. I was
certifiable. No fat girl wanted to do that in a well-lit, tiled
room where every jiggle would be seen and every slap of fat would
echo.

Yet I did.

And, oddly, I got the sense that he did
too.

A smirk lifted his pouty lips. They weren’t
too big or too small. They were the perfect size to suck and lick
with pleasure.

I startled when he hooked his hands around
my neck. His face moved inches from mine. I smelled him. God, he
smelled so delicious: manly, musky, with a hint of some exotic
spice.

He watched me, knowing well the effect he
was having on me. “I want you, Anna. I’ve wanted you since the
first day I saw you.”

His lips hovered centimeters from mine. I
couldn’t breathe. He was so close, our chests so close to touching.
My pussy was pulsing in time with my heartbeat, damn near at an
orgasmic pace. I’d never reacted to a man like this.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I
think you need a shower. And it’d be my pleasure to wash you.”

His lips collided with mine, capturing my
gasp.

His mouth was surprisingly soft but held a
desperate thickness in every brush against mine. His taste was a
far cry from his scent; there was a sweetness to him that made me
salivate for more.

I hesitantly rested my hands on his abs. I
felt every ragged breath he took. I was quickly swept up into him.
I lost myself in the taste, the smell, and the feel of him. It was
so much better than I ever dreamed. I was already addicted and this
was just my first taste.

He plunged his tongue past my lips, curling
it sensually, further pumping my libido. Had any other guy done the
same, I would have immediately jerked away…or possibly bit him. But
not Jayce. Heavenly hash, my imagination couldn’t be contained.
What I would have done to feel his tongue between my folds was
scary.

His hands slid down, feeling their way over
my ample body. He manhandled my hips. I damn near cried out, “Fuck
me, please!” when he curled his hands over my ass cheeks and jerked
me against his hard body. The first thing I noted was his
impressive erection pressing into my soft stomach.

Holy mother of pearls. He actually wanted
me.

I let go of a few inhibitions with that
knowledge. I had two choices really: worry about everything I
couldn’t change right now or focus on what I could. I could let go
and get everything I could from this experience, including a
lifetime of mental porn, or I could wallow in self-doubt and
potentially send him running.

I was selfish. I wanted to see every inch of
his amazing body. I wanted to trail my fingers over that damn V and
touch what was in the center of the consonant’s dip.

As if reading my mind, he pulled back and
removed his shirt quickly. He immediately reconnected with my
mouth, teasing me into a wanton disaster. My body instinctively
rolled into his. My curves automatically fit themselves against
him; miraculously, they fit perfectly against him.

His deft hands moved beneath my shirt,
pulling the material away from my sticky flesh as he worked it up
and off of me. Just as with every man before him, I impulsively
sucked in my stomach.

His expression softened, unveiling how tense
it’d been prior. He stroked my cheek. “Relax, baby. Breathe
deep.”

Damn if I wasn’t a mute in that moment. How
did he know? When did he notice? I caught my lower lip between my
teeth, suddenly nervous, undecided.

He kissed the corner of my captured lip.
“You’re beautiful. Lush sexiness is what this is.” He swept his
fingertips across my midsection. That’s not what got to me though.
His words were spoken so reverently, as if I was something, someone
of worth; invaluable to him.

My heart swelled. Somehow he’d turned a hot
one-day-stand into something so much more. With that soft, husky
tone of reassurance, he cracked open my chest and made me too aware
of feelings I never knew I had for him.

How was that possible? It wasn’t logical to
possess feelings for a total stranger.

Yet I did.

—

Chapter Three

JAYCE

Her mind and body were at war. Desperation
had me acting irrationally. It was my determination to claim her
that saved me from making a monumental mistake with her.

I hadn’t realized she was damaged before
now. She was always…happy. Not overtly, but in a simple, pleasant
way. Her smile lit up the room. Her smile didn’t hint at her pain.
Seeing the uncertainty cross her clear blue eyes now though, I was
all too aware of my mistake in rushing her. This was a woman who
had never been savored, never felt worthy of being savored. And
damn did I want to savor her.

My cock throbbed, straining upwards in need.
I swore my balls were pulsating with anticipation. My gut was
wrangled into a big knot of frantic hunger.

I opened myself to her, giving her total
access to every emotion. I gaped down at her as I paved a path over
her generous figure with my hands. I had to fight the urge to
roughly grab at her silky flesh. Patience earned rewards.

“
Undress me, Anna.” I
wanted her to touch me. I wanted to feel her against me. “Touch me,
baby.”

She swallowed hard. Her pink tongue darted
out and wet her plump lips. Her lips were luscious puffs of rounded
flesh that ran into a heart shaped frame. Her lips were what every
man pictured around his cock.

Her delicate hands with a soft pink manicure
shook as she placed her palms flat against my chest. Her teeth
clutched tightly to her lip as she drew a trail south to my
waistline. She looked up at me with intrigued innocence as she
dipped her fingers into my pants.

With a sigh, she froze. She shook her head
negatively. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.”

A thousand whacks from a cast iron skillet
would have been more bearable. I struggled to school my expression.
Anxiety ate me alive, shredding my calm façade. I was panicking.
I’d tasted her. I’d dropped my guard and made that move. She
couldn’t walk away. How could she walk away? Had I done something
wrong?

She must have seen something. “Ah.” A
beautiful blush stole over her as she pressed her forehead to the
center of my chest. “It’s not what you think.”

That piqued my interest, quieting my mind
for a moment. “What am I thinking?”

“
That I don’t want this;
that I’m about to run.” Accurate.

“
And what are you going to
do, Anna?” My voice was liquid gold; I couldn’t hide my longing
from her. I wanted her to know that I needed her.

She turned her face up to me. She searched
me for an excruciating minute. I forced my dick to calm down; I
held tight to the last of my restraint.

“
I-” She clamped her lips
together, exhaling softly. “I’m not sure I can do slow and intimate
with a stranger.”

Relief washed through me. She was scared.
She felt it. Fuck yeah! She felt nature’s magic wrapping itself
around her. “You afraid, baby?”

She considered my question, sucking that
damn lip between her teeth again. She shook her head. “No.” Her
eyes did a slow perusal of me. When she met my gaze, my heart
skipped a beat. Wicked hot desire stared back at me.

“
Fuck, baby.” It came out
like as a breathless comment.

A broad smile lifted her lips. Her laugh
wrapped around my heart, giving it a firm squeeze. “Yes. That’s
what I want to do. Fuck…hard and rough.” Her cheeks rouged as she
averted her gaze. She was the perfect blend of naughty innocence.
She reduced me to a groveling weakling effortlessly. I knew,
without a doubt, I would do anything she wanted, be everything she
needed, give her anything and everything.

—

Chapter Four

ANNA

What the hell was wrong with me? Where did
this new Anna come from? I was never brazen. I played bubbly sweet
and innocent; shy and quiet. Embarrassed as I was to admit it, I
liked this approach. I reveled in the rush of feminine power that
overcame me. Averting my gaze, I saw his cock further strain the
material of his athletic shorts in reaction to my admittance. Damn
if I wasn’t proud… and anxious.

I am Anna, fierce male predator. Hear me
roar!

Men liked confidence,
right? Regardless,
Jayce
liked confidence. And he liked me
evidently.