Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge (16 page)

I’d never known this amount of pleasure
could be derived from my breasts. My limbs were lose, savage desire
coursing my veins, zapping every pore, awakening every nerve ending
with a jolt. I heard tiny whimpers echoing through the space,
erotic whines that I didn’t realize right away were coming from
me.

I squirmed beneath Bren, my body twisting,
constricting, as I got closer and closer to the peak. I needed
more. As amazing as this felt I needed more; I craved more. I had
to have more.

“
Bren, please.” I sounded
winded, as if I’d been running for miles. My voice was husky,
sounding as if it belonged to a wanton woman, not a nearly
innocent, plus size woman.

He released my breasts, his hands gliding
down over my stomach, beneath the waistline of my shorts and
panties, as his mouth moved up, kissing my jaw and then capturing
my lips. “Please what?” His breath feathered over my lips; his
masculine scent intoxicated me.

“
I need more.” God, I was
groveling. I never groveled. I sounded so pathetic, but didn’t even
care at the moment.

“
I’ll give you a little
more, but you’re not coming until I’m balls deep inside you. I want
to feel that pussy contract around my cock as you finally let go
with me.” He nipped my chin before sitting back stripping my bottom
half.

His breathing became labored as he gazed
down at my pussy, bared to him. He stroked his hands over my hips,
trailing his fingers down across the triangle of curls framing my
most intimate area. He closed his eyes, inhaling a deep, sharp
breath.

“
Fuck, you smell amazing.”
He swallowed hard, meeting my gaze. His eyes were dark and focused.
“And you are definitely mine.”

I bit my lower lip as I fidgeted beneath his
heavy gaze. I didn’t feel uncomfortable with his perusal, but my
body was wound so tight, I just needed release. I needed to be
unbound and free to touch him; hell, even to touch myself right
now.

He slithered down the bed, skimming his lips
along my inner thighs as he moved them further apart, unveiling all
of me. Goose pimples broke out over my skin as his fingers parted
my folds, the air wafting over my sensitive flesh.

He watched me closely as he dipped his
tongue inside me. I cried out as pleasure sprouted and liquid heat
surged in my channel. I was so close yet so far.

“
Don’t come.” His words
carried towards me, a harsh command that catapulted me closer to
the edge.

He moved up, lapping at the skin around my
clit. I was so hypersensitive, my need too shaky to control it.
“Bren.” His name was a cracked whisper.

“
Don’t,” he bit out, his
features pinching. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flared and brows
dipped as he reiterated the order. He exuded power and control like
I’d never seen; I’d never been so turned on by him.

I bit my bottom lip hard, whimpering as he
began to suckle the crest of my clit. Pleasure shot through me as
heat flooded my core. I was dancing on the line, so close to
climaxing. I clamped down on my muscles, held my breath as I
tightened every limb, every organ, fought every urge and every want
within me that craved release, that craved that beautifully potent,
erotically delicious flutter of freedom.

My lungs struggled to expand as he continued
to caress my sensitive bud. I was hyperaware of every sweep of his
tongue, pleasure zapping every centimeter of flesh and bursting
outwards as he pushed my boundaries, tested my restraint.

“
Bren…” His name was a
plea.

“
Don’t,” was his single
command response.

“
I can’t.” I wiggled
beneath him, trying to escape his torturous mouth. I yanked on the
scarves locking my arms above me. I attempted to slide up and away
from him, but he wrapped his arms around my hips and lifted my ass
off the bed. “Bren, please.”

“
I promise to make you come
several times, but you better hold off.”

I whimpered as tears welled in my eyes. My
body was wrought, my uneasy control bringing me to the brink of
pain rather than pleasure. My need was so strong, my body getting
wary from the demand to contain what was natural, to stop myself
from having an orgasm even as he teased every inch of me.

He went back to caressing my inner flesh,
driving his tongue inside my sopping channel. I closed my eyes and
tried to ignore the pleasure stemming from his touch; I tried to
detach myself from this moment to keep from letting go.

I felt the back of his fingers sweep along
my cheeks. “Open your eyes, sweetie.” His voice was so soft, so
comforting; so different from the bark of minutes ago. Slowly, I
blinked my eyes open. I felt my chin trembling slightly as I fought
for my quickly slipping control.

I found him hovering over me, having
abandoned his previous task. His eyes shone with understanding and
reassurance. “I’m going to push you, but it’s only because I know
you can take it. I would never purposefully hurt you, sweetie. This
is going to make it better, I swear. If you hold off, you’re going
to come so hard you’ll see fireworks.”

I swallowed hard as I absorbed his words. He
was probably right, but I didn’t know if I had the strength to make
it, the endurance to meet him there. “I don’t-“

“
Yes, you can.” He sounded
so sure of him; his tone was full of confidence and conviction. “I
asked you at the beginning if you trusted me. You said ‘yes.’ Don’t
back out now. Trust me, Drea.”

I did trust Bren. I was scared though,
afraid that I would fail him. I was so worried about disappointing
him that it was messing with my mind, weakening my stronghold.
Slowly, I nodded my head.

I saw him visibly relax; as if he’d been on
edge, fearing I would really back out. He wiped the last of my
stray tears before claiming my lips. His kiss brought a fresh set
of tears to my eyes as a new wave of emotion washed over me. His
mouth was assuring me of his faith in me. His tongue plunged into
my mouth, caressing my inner lips, sweeping across my own. He slid
his hand beneath my neck, lifting and angling my head back to
intensify our connection, to strengthen our contact.

I felt his other hand glide down my body.
His fingers dipped between my lower lips, caressing my wet folds.
Between Bren’s lips sending tingles of awareness through my upper
body and his hand reigniting every flame of passion below, I was
preened for climax again, quickly flying to the peak once
again.

I moaned, his mouth smothering my cry as he
sank two fingers inside me. He curled them up, rubbing the right
spot. I fisted my hands, struggling to control my reaction, to
contain my body’s powerful demand for more. I clenched my muscles,
braced down on his fingers trying to stop him from moving, but it
didn’t work.

“
Fuck, you’re tight, baby.”
He sucked my bottom lip, scraping his teeth along my swollen
flesh.

He moved down to my breasts and captured a
taut bud. I nearly shot into the sky. My body shook, so close, on
the brink of beautiful disaster. He move away, making to switch
breasts. His eyes danced with delight as I cringed, waiting for his
wet mouth to close over the peak. I held my breath, bunching every
part of me as tight as possible in anticipation. Abruptly he
plunged his fingers as deep as they could go within my hot channel
at the same time that he swept his tongue across my hypersensitive
nipple.

“
Fuck!” My pussy fluttered
around his fingers, pleasure zapping my body even as the pain mixed
with it. I was growing weary, my body on the verge of bursting, my
will slipping beneath his onslaught.

I was so close to giving up, but one look in
Bren’s eyes and I knew I couldn’t. He believed in me so much. If he
thought I could hold out…

“
Good girl.” He kissed me
hard and fast on the lips. “When I tell you, I want you to let go.
Do you understand me?”

I nodded my head, not trusting my voice. I
fidgeted, my body in disarray. I was used to not being satisfied,
but I’d never been taken to the top of the mountain and left there
before.

Quakes of pleasure rumbled my inner walls as
his fingers slipped out. My breasts were swollen with need, my
nipples pinched tight. My muscles were constricted, coiled as snug
as possible in anticipation, in compliance with his command. My
womb was heavy, my pussy pulsing in expectation, in eagerness.

I’d never had to balance myself on such a
tiny wire before, so close to falling with no safety net in sight.
My limits, my control had never been tested, never been prodded and
pushed. He was driving me insane. He’d been wise to tie me up.
Somehow he’d known that, had my hands been free, I would have taken
over by now. I would have surrendered to my need rather than to
him.

He moved away from me, disrobing in a flash.
Before I could blink, his hard cock, curved up towards his stomach
at first glance, was being positioned at my entrance. He rubbed the
head of it against my clit. I bit my lower lip so hard I drew
blood. The metallic taste painted my tongue, but didn’t distract
me.

“
Oh, God Bren. I can’t…
please…”

He aligned his cock with my entrance,
dipping the tip inside me, caressing my folds, before he leaned
over me. He rested on his elbow, that hand capturing my breast; the
other skimmed my curves. He gazed into my eyes. “Fireworks,
sweetie.”

It was then that I noticed how tight his
muscles were, how his teeth were gritted and sweat dotted his
brows. This whole time I thought I was suffering alone, but
apparently I’d been too far gone to realize how much control he was
exerting to bring me here, and-

I cried out, my body splintering into a
million pieces as he rolled my nipple between his fingers and
rubbed my clit with his thumb at the exact moment that he plunged
balls deep inside me. Stars burst before my eyes as waves of
pleasure rocked me, blacking out my vision in spurts as every nerve
ending exploded and every muscle contracted as my body was swept
away by a powerfully concentrated bomb of erotic pleasure unmatched
by anything I’d felt before.

My mind blanked, unable to think of anything
but the pleasure. My senses heightened, amplifying every ripple,
causing every breath to echo around me, the scent of him, of musk
and of sex, to sharpen my reaction, send new waves of
uncontrollable passion through me. My heart thundered in my chest;
my nipples actually felt like they were about to detonate as heat
surged through my body, riding the pleasurable waves engulfing
me.

I felt his cock pummeling my pussy, priming
my body for another orgasm. His dick caressed every sensitive
swell, every hidden fold within my flooded channel; his fingers
stroked the delicate buds of my body thrusting me into another
climax. I could barely catch my breath, could barely focus on his
masculine beauty as he pounded into me, before fresh shockwaves
rocked me. Pleasure sprung from every pore, electrified every nerve
ending.

I heard feminine cries echoing throughout
the space. In the distance, through the potent fog of pleasure, I
knew it had to be me, but I was so absorbed in the overwhelming
feeling of him, of Bren surging in and out of me, of us, of our
union and the way it was catapulting my body to a higher level of
awareness, to an indescribable level of erotic bliss that left me
fighting for consciousness, that I didn’t care. I couldn’t
care.

I’d never been so lost yet felt so free.

Bren grabbed my hair; using my bun as
leverage, he moved my head to the side right as another rippling
orgasm split me. My body was too sensitive, too overwrought with
pleasure. Who knew one could be overwrought with pleasure? My
strength was being claimed, exhaustion crawling into my spent limbs
as he continued to drive his cock in and out of me, as he continued
to demand wave after wave, ripple after ripple of undulating
pleasure from my body, giving me immeasurable release, just as he’d
promised.

—

Chapter Nine

BRENDON

Fuck!
She felt like heaven. She sent my mind, body and soul into a
frenzy. I was so overwhelmed by the pleasure of pushing in and out
of her tight, convulsing channel, overwhelmed by the scent of her
arousal, of her climaxes swarming the air and invigorating my
lungs, overwhelmed by the sight of her beauty as she let go and
overwhelmed by the utter rage my wolf unleashed to get to
her.

My balls were drawn tight to the point of
pain; the skin of my cock was stretched to the max. My prick had
never been so damn hard; I’d never felt so much pressure in my
groin before. It felt like my muscles were going to split, to tear
apart beneath my need for her.

She was doing this to me. She drove me to
the brink of insanity and teetered me there. She brought the best
out in me, pushed every limit I had for myself, tested, teased and
tempted me in the most unbearable ways. Holding out to heighten her
pleasure had been nothing short of torture. Pinching the head of my
cock to keep from coming as she cried from the pain of needing to
nearly shattered me.

Watching her come, seeing her throw her head
back as she cried out damn near crumbled my will power, damn near
let my wolf loose. Seeing her now, her lids at half-mast, her mouth
still slightly ajar, framed by lips swollen from my caress, as her
body writhed beneath me had my heart surging.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. She was
everywhere: in the air, in my heart, piercing my soul with her
giving spirit. I felt her plush curves sliding along my tight
muscles; I heard every whimper. Every single note of her voice sent
exhilarating shivers down my spine as they incited my wolf.