Ladies Prefer Champagne Alpha Male Romance Mega Bundle (38 page)
Read Ladies Prefer Champagne Alpha Male Romance Mega Bundle Online
Authors: Champagne Jackson
He spread my legs and I expected to feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my tight hole. Instead, however, he must have decided he wanted something different and he pulled me onto my hands and knees, my ass up in the air, flushed, like a wild bitch waiting to be taken in the woods…
“You like it like this, don’t you?” he growled. “Ass up in the air. Bitch in heat. I can smell you from miles away. All my men can. Every wolf, every dog in the kingdom can smell you. We all know what it is you want.”
“But you’re the only one who can give it to me, my Lord…” I murmured, wiggling my ass for him, pressing it back to him.
“That’s right,” he growled, spreading my legs from behind and then my ass cheeks.
I gasped as I felt his tongue on my pussy now, digging deep into me, tasting my sex, slurping away at my fluids and tasting the product of my two orgasms that evening. He slurped hungrily, desperately, digging his tongue into my wet, red and swollen hole. I screamed, hanging my head and shrieking like a whore as he licked me.
“Yes, my Lord!” I squealed. “Just like that, please, my Lord!”
Faster and faster he slurped at my pussy, his long tongue running the gamut from my swollen, pulsating clit up my slit to my asshole. I whimpered in disgust and delight as I felt his tongue tease and tickle my back hole.
“Oh, gods, that’s so… So wrong!” I shrieked, trying to pull away. I could only imagine what everyone else in the castle must have thought was happening right now—I could only imagine what they must have thought was happening to me. The walls did little to block out sound, as I knew from my childhood, when I overheard every conversation the servants had, every noise from the neighboring chambers that work me in my bedroom late at night… There was no privacy in this castle and I had grown to accept that as a young adult, learned to whisper.
But the Wolf, he was no fan of whispering. He was no fan of privacy and he would not allow me to be silent. He slurped deeper and deeper, working his fingers now inside of me—into my ass, into my pussy, making me shriek and tremble around his digits.
“My… My Lord!” I gasped.
And then, suddenly, it stopped. I glanced behind me to me see him reared up on his legs and pressing his thick, bulbous wolf’s cock into me from behind.
I squealed as he impaled me, filling my tight pussy once more with his thickness.
“Oh… Oh gods!” I squealed, whimpering and hanging my head as he began to pound me.
“That’s right… Cry out to your gods,” my Wolf Lord growled. He gripped me hard by the hair and pulled my head back as he pounded me, making me whimper all the more as I shrieked for him. “They can’t help you now. No one can save you from me.”
“I…” I whimpered. “I don’t want to be saved. Do your worst! I’m all yours!”
“That’s right,” he growled, pulling me close to him by my hair, so hard I thought he might rip it out. He was so big and his knot was embedded into my tightness now, spreading me wide… Gods, it was good.
He gripped my tits as his hips pistoned into me, driving his thickness deeper and deeper into my wet depths. I squealed into his mouth as he kissed me hard, our tongues dueling deliciously as we kissed…
Faster and faster his hips pounded me. I whimpered as his fingers teased and gripped my tits and I knew, I knew beyond a doubt that I could not get away from him, that I never wanted to get away from him… I wanted to be his, his werewolf’s bride, nothing more, and nothing less…
I gasped as I felt his cock spasm deliciously inside of me. Was he already close?
“You can’t be cumming yet,” I grunted. “There’s so much more for you to do to me…”
“Don’t you worry, Princess…” my Wolf Lord growled. “If I cum, you can ready my weapon once more…”
The imagery—the idea of his cock as a weapon—made me even wetter, made me want him even more and I pressed my hips back into him, impaling myself up to the hilt on his sword, savoring the way it invaded and spread open my tight, wet depths.
“Please, my Lord!” I groaned. “Put a baby in me—put your werewolf’s child in me…”
He cackled. “Did I not already do that last night? I’ll make you my little breeding whore, my most beloved bitch… You’re going to squeeze out many sons for me.”
The idea of him breeding me—keeping me pregnant, using me for his pleasure—gods, but it was sick… And it turned me on even more. It made me want him all the more, want his cock, want his desire and his hunger inside of me…
“Please, harder! Finish me!” I squealed. “Make me pregnant, my Lord! Let’s make an heir…”
He ran his hand over my tight, sweaty belly as he pounded his hips deeper and deeper into me.
“That’s right. It’s time for you to grow a baby in here,” he growled. I gasped as I felt his cock start to spasm faster and faster and pulse and then… Just like that, he was cumming.
I threw my head back, gasping as I felt his cum flood me, as I felt it fill me up—the virile cum which would ensure the continuation of our kingdom, which would make me a mother and tie us together—me to my Wolf Lord—the father of my baby…
For his part, my Lord howled like a beast, cumming wildly, his cock spraying his seed deep into me, filling me up. I could feel its heat inside of me, sticking to the walls of my pussy, taking root, filling me with a new life… Yes, I wanted this.
I wanted to bear my Lord and my kingdom a child. And I wanted to see him become a father.
Finally, I felt his cock soften inside of me and he pulled out, the knot of his wolf’s cock softening too and releasing me from its cruel, thick embrace. I gasped as I collapsed on the bed and my Lord next to me, his chest rising and falling.
“Amazing,” he whispered with a playful grin still on his face.
The Coup
Drunk on pleasure, we lay there for I don’t know how long—though I suppose it was not all that long because I felt my Wolf stir next to me.
“Don’t nod off,” he growled. “I hear someone outside.”
He stood and I covered my nakedness, pulling at the luxurious sheets.
“Don’t worry yourself,” I said with a laugh. “It’s probably just servants, bringing us more wine. They heard you finish and figured we might need some sustenance for the night ahead…”
“No, I heard the clang of armor and swords… And…” He smelled the air. “I smell metal. Damn them.”
My Lord went for his sword but it was too late. The door to the chambers burst open and a dozen or so armed knights poured in.
“What the hell is this?” my Lord demanded, standing naked before them, a look of rage on his face.
“Get out! Get out!” I shrieked but it was too late.
“We won’t have your wolf spawn ruining the kingdom!” one of the knights cried out, his sword drawn. He raised it and moved to cleave my husband in too but he was too slow. My Lord was on him in a moment and hurled him to the ground with such force that it produced a sickening crunch—the sound of his armor collapsing in on him as my Lord drove his naked foot through the young knight’s helmet.
Grasping the dead knight’s sword, my Lord pivoted and easily cleaved the head off the knight closest to him. But there were too many and before long, he disappeared from my sight, surrounded by metal, my writhing bodies…
“No!” I screamed as knights too surrounded me in my bed. Armed with crossbows, they raised them and took aim. “I am your princess!”
“And we will not allow the Wolf’s line to seize our kingdom…” one of the knights said. I recognized his voice—the voice of a nobleman I had grown up with. “Kill the Wolf’s whore—wipe out his line!”
And the next thing I knew, the crossbows went off. I shrieked as the bolts pierced my flesh, pinning me to the bed.
The next few moments happened very fast. I heard a roar and then bodies, clad in armor, gushing blood were flying across the room. I heard my cheers and I saw Timofey and our cook rushing in, holding pots and pans, beating desperately at the knights. I saw other ones of our servants, arming themselves with whatever they had—butter knives, kitchen cleavers, brooms—beating back the other knights trying to storm the room.
I overheard someone saying that they had already killed the queen and the other princesses. I would have cried, from this and the pain, but I was too dizzy, and there was too much blood…
And then I saw him. The Wolf. Massive. Nearly twelve feet tall, if I had to guess. He towered over the knights.
He threw his head back in a roar, his mouth dripping with blood as he picked up a knight, and gutted him, maw filled with torn flesh…
I must have passed out, because when I came to, the carnage was ended. A dull calm held sway over the room. Timofey and the cook looked over me. And my Lord?
Half man, half Wolf, he knelt over the bed, knelt over me.
“It’s bad, isn’t it?”
“You won’t live,” he said. “Unless…”
“Do it,” I whispered.
“It’s a hard, miserable life—being like me. Being…”
“A werewolf.”
“But they’ve already slaughtered your family. The entire kingdom is in revolt.”
I gritted my teeth.
“If you turn me… Our son?”
“He will be born. But he will be a Wolf as well.”
“Good,” I whispered. “For we have enemies to murder… My love.”
“Yes,” he said with a devilish, wolfish grin. “And I look forward to the battle… My love.”
And with that, my husband leaned in to seize the flesh of my neck…
~
So began the years of civil war—years which still engulf us. The noble’s coup sparked a popular uprising against nobility across the country—and to my surprise, I fought, alongside my husband and my son, not on the side of the nobility, among whom I had been raised—but with the sons and daughters of farmers and bakers, whores and thieves.
Like the Wolf himself, we were the damned of our society—but in the end, we shall be victorious… For once a Wolf bites, she does not let go until she is killed or until her prey falls.
The Type of Girl You Make Eggs for in the Morning
“Kenya, you’ve got to come to this party with us!”
My glasses slid down my nose as I glanced up at my roommates. “Party? What party?”
“Have you been paying any attention to anything we’ve been talking about for the last fifteen minutes?” Sarah, my pretty blonde roommate, demanded. Candace, my pretty brunette roommate, nodded vigorously, looking weirdly offended that I had been studying—studying, of all things!—instead of parcing the intimate details of whatever fancy society party they were off to.
I jabbed my pen at the organic chemistry textbook spread out in front of me on the bed. “I’ve been studying unlike, oh, I don’t know, 66.6% of this apartment.”
Candace plopped down on the bed next to me.
“Marine, you study too much! This party is going to be so much fun! It’s at Chad Stone’s penthouse! It’s a penthouse!”
“So?”
“Do you even know who Chad Stone is?”
I racked my brain. If he wasn’t a famous scientist who had discovered osmosis, I didn’t really care. I was pre-med and I had a giant organic chemistry test in two days. I was at the top of my class and I wasn’t about to sacrifice that rank for a dumb little party.
“Listen, you two have fun, but I need to study. I’ll cut loose after the test. I promise.”
“That’s what you said after the last test,” Sarah whined. “And then you just started studying for another one!”
“It’s called midterms. What did you expect? Besides, it’d do you good to spend a little more time studying too.”
Sarah scowled. “I won’t need to study if I marry Chad Stone.”
“Oh, my god, SHUT UP!” squealed Candace. “No, I’m going to meet him and seduce him!”
“Let’s have a threesome and we’ll both get pregnant and he’ll have to pay alimony!”
“Oh my god, let’s do it!”
I rolled my eyes and slid my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.
“You two have fun.”
“No, Kenya. You’re coming with us to the party.”
“I’m not really the type of girl who goes to those parties.”
Now is probably a good time to tell you a little about myself. My name is Kenya Powers. I’m nineteen years old. I go to a fancy, prestigious private college that my parents from Georgia can’t really afford. I’m pre-med, as you know, and I figure becoming a doctor and raking in cash is as good a way as any to pay off my student loans. I like school and I’m good at it.
And it’s good that I’m good at it because I’m not exactly rail thin. Not like Candace and Sarah. I prefer to describe myself as curvy. I’m a black girl… I’ve got a booty. What do you expect?
I’ve definitely met some guys who are into that but not as many as Candace and Sarah bring home on any given weekend. That’s fine by me, though—I’d rather study.
“You totally are! All sorts of girls go to those parties!” Sarah squealed, all but crying.
“You know, Kenya… There’s a rumor that Chad Stone has a thing for curvy girls…”
My ears perked up.
“Really?”
Sarah giggled. “Now, she’s interested!”
“I’m just interested in any guy who’ll take me to bed,” I said, trying to sound off-handed.
“It’s a pool-party, so pick out a swimsuit and we’ll go after dinner.”
“A pool party? No, no, no, no…” I said, shaking my head rapidly.
“Why noooooot?” Sarah whined.
“Curves and pools don’t mix. It’s like oil and water.”
“Or cum and water,” Candace said. “If Chad Stone likes curvy girls, he probably wants to see you in a sexy swimsuit.”
I scowled. “I don’t know why I’m even doing this.
“You’re doing this because it’s your chance at true love and billions of dollars!”
“I’m sure Chad Stone already has dozens of sexy girls, of all ethnicities, with all variety of great big tits and asses,” I said and sat up on the bed. My glasses slipped down my nose again. I’d probably have to go with contacts tonight. “I don’t think he’s going to be that interested in me. If I can even meet him. I bet hundreds of people are going to this thing.”
“But listen, listen, listen… Maybe he does have lots of sexy curvy, big, beautiful black women to get his hands all up on every night of the week,” Candace said. She took my hands and squeezed them. “But I bet they’re all bimbos. I bet if he’s looking for true love, he’s looking for someone as smart as he is. I bet with the other girls, it’s wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. But with you… You’re the type of girl you make eggs for in the morning.”
I scowled. “I’d like that on my tombstone when I die. ‘Kenya Powers: The Type of Girl You Make Eggs for in the Morning.’”