Alpha Doms Box Set: 9 Delicious Stories + 10 Sexy Heroes = 19 Reasons to Indulge (18 page)

I wasn’t one of those women though. I was
infinitely attracted to the hunk, but I knew my limits. I saw the
women who stopped by the office with baked dishes and treats to try
to woo the man. I was nowhere close to being in his league.

Nope. I was a plus size human female in the
world of the supernatural were. Dr. Solomon and myself were the
only humans in the entire werewolf community in the small town of
Sanduske. I worked as the pack’s bookkeeper and the alpha’s
secretary, though to humans he was the CEO of Brusco Enterprises, a
worldwide manufacturing company, which made me his executive
assistant.

Both men smiled and waved at me as I parked
the car. I gave them a smile and waved back as I slid out of the
vehicle as gracefully as possible in my skirt.

I was an overly curvaceous woman, but it
didn’t mean I had to hide beneath oversized rags. When you’d been
overweight your entire life, at some point you were bound to begin
accepting your fate. That happened about three years ago for me
when I graduated from college and dumped the most unsupportive,
shallow boyfriend in the world. Ever since then, I’d dressed to
accentuate, rather than hide my curves.

Today I wore a high-waist, black pencil
skirt that skimmed my knees. I tucked in a black camisole with a
sheer, long-sleeved navy button up shirt over top of that, again
tucked into the skirt to show off my excess sexiness. That’s what
I’d come to refer to it as. It wasn’t going anywhere. Lord knew I’d
tried to diet it away, but it never lasted. I always bounced right
back to my twenty-something size. So, I embraced it. Maybe not all
men liked full-figured women, but one day, I’d meet the man who
did, and I was confident that it would be my attractive attire that
first drew his eye to me.

My glossy black kitten heels clacked with
power against the concrete as I ambled to the trunk. I was just
reaching to grab my grocery bags with Evan’s voice rung out across
the lawn.

“
Do you need any
help?”

I turned around and shook my head
negatively. “I’ve got it, thanks.”

His eyes seemed to turn molten as he stared
at me, eliciting an involuntary shiver from me. Nothing was tense;
no signs showed that he was being affected by me the same way I was
being affected by him. It was my curse. I always fell for the guy
who wanted nothing to do with a woman like me.

I swallowed hard, shaking myself mentally. I
gave him a small, courteous smile and then focused on getting
inside and away from my humiliation as quickly as possible. I
grabbed the two plastic grocery bags and my purse, closed the trunk
and scurried towards the door, anxious to relax.

I never relaxed around Evan. My body was too
aware of him. I wanted him too bad. And fighting it was growing
more and more exhausting by the day. Living next door to an alpha
with supernatural hearing meant I couldn’t talk about it on the
phone with a friend or even use my vibrator for much needed
release.

—

Chapter Two

EVAN

I felt the telltale pull in my groin as I
watched Callie shuffle towards her front door. Her full hips
swayed, her long dark brown hair bounced against her back with each
stride; each step tugged equally at my heart and my cock. My wolf
growled low, a flare of warning in his rumble. He was tired of
waiting, but, luckily, as an alpha, I’d been forced to have more
control than the others. It was why I hadn’t jumped the plus size
vixen yet; it was what kept me somewhat sane working with her right
outside my office door every day and sleeping one wall away from
her every night.

Even after she disappeared behind her front
door, I could easily recall her mentally. She was a small, petite
frame of luscious curves that never failed to rouse my cock. Her
hips were wide, the anchor of femininity on her. Her thick thighs
were the protectors of her jewel. There wasn’t a point that they
ever didn’t touch, and that only drove my desire to finally spread
them apart and have my way with her. I wanted to kiss the soft
flesh of her round stomach and caress her ample cleavage. My hands
and lips would never want with her. There was so much of her for me
to love, and I wanted to love every inch of her. I wanted her
cherry lips around my cock; I wanted to watch my dark skin slide
against her creamy skin. I wanted her deep blue eyes to watch as
the purple head of my cock disappeared-

“
Evan!” Mark bit out my
name.

My head snapped to him, my senses of full
alert.

“
Shit, man. You couldn’t be
any more obvious,” he stated.

I crossed my arms over my chest as I glared
at him. I felt my t-shirt stretch across my upper body.

He threw his hands up. “I’m just sayin’.
You’re not exactly keeping your little crush under raps. Anyone
with a pair of eyes could see that you want to bang her.”

“
It doesn’t matter what I
want.” My wolf roared, scratching at my insides, throwing a tantrum
like a pissed off child not getting his way.

Mark’s eyes widened slightly as he cocked
his head. “Holy shit! She’s your mate, isn’t she?”

I wanted to slap the crap out of him. I
wanted to shift and shred him… after I claimed my mate. Damn it! He
was right. Fuck! I’d been denying it for so long. I sighed. “She’s
human.”

“
I wouldn’t care if she was
a fucking golden retriever. If she’s your mate, there’s no getting
past it. You’re always going to want her.” The son of a bitch
actually got in my face. “You’re always going to crave her.” His
voice was low and menacing. His eyes danced with amusement and
warning; there was clearly a warning in his gaze.

I shoved him back. “I’ll survive.”

He laughed a humorless laugh as he took a
step back. “You don’t want to just survive, man. Trust me. You want
to have your cake and eat it too.”

Yeah, I did want that, but what I wanted and
what was good for the pack were two totally different things.
Callie couldn’t handle me, and frankly, I would never be able to
hold back when it came to her. Once my beast was unleashed, I
wouldn’t be able to control how rough he was, how aggressive he
was. I respected Callie too much to subject her to that.

“
I’m done with this
conversation,” I barked.

My wolf head-butted my lungs. Ever since
Callie walked into Brusco Enterprises to apply for a job, my wolf
and I had been at odds with each other, in a constant battle for
supremacy. I was strong-willed, thankfully, and had won out, up
until this point. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fear what would
happen when my control broke, when my determination finally
snapped.

Mark smiled wide, a big shit-eating grin. He
glanced back at Callie’s house. “I have always been attracted to
the curvy minx. If you aren’t going to act on your attraction to
her, then I might as well. After all, it’s not fair to leave her
high and dry with no orgasms.”

My wolf pushed to the surface, growling loud
and menacingly at our beta. I knew my eyes were glowing as my body
shook, my muscles already beginning to buckle beneath the pressure
to shift. “Don’t you dare touch her.” The threatening words were
delivered through my gritted teeth.

My limbs trembled even as I clamped down on
every muscle, every joint trying to stiffen my body and hold back
the change. Just the thought of another man touching my mate damn
near destroyed me.

“
I’ve just proven my point
I believe.” Mark met my gaze with a different challenge. “If you
care about her at all, then you’ll either claim her or let her go
entirely. It’s not fair for her to live the rest of her life alone
because you refuse to step up and be the alpha in your personal
life.” He abruptly stormed away, leaving me seething in the lawn
with his spoken truth.

Damn it! I knew he was right. Fuck! I wanted
her. Damn did I want her, but I cared about her enough to protect
her from me and my wolf. I cared about her enough to stay away. I
didn’t want to hurt her. But if my keeping away left her vulnerable
to another man’s touch, or worse, another man inflicting pain upon
her, whether physical or emotional, then I guess I had no other
choice. I was going to have to finally come face to face with my
intense craving for my plus size mate.

—

Chapter Three

CALLIE

Every waking minute, my body was becoming
more and more tense. All evening, if I closed my eyes, I
immediately saw Evan’s chocolate eyes boring into me. Worse, they
were staring at me as his muscled frame moved over me, as his cock
slid in and out of me unleashing unfathomable pleasure upon my
body.

“
Fuck!” I slung the romance
book I was reading across the room.

It’d been too long. My need was too high. I
needed release. I needed this heavy, torturous longing to be
shattered. Damn it, I needed sex! Not a sloppy booty call, but
earth blasting, pleasure condensing,
limbs-quivering-as-my-body-erupts sex.

I squeezed my thighs together trying to dull
the urge to whip out my vibrator and say to hell with who knew
about it. I pinched my erect nipples and harshly groped my heavy
breasts.

I grunted when neither worked to stifle my
need.

Damn. I’d never been so on edge. I’d never
been so wrung with sexual hunger. I’d never wanted to attack a male
so much.

My pussy pulsed with desire. My heart
thundered in my chest beneath my swollen breasts. My breathing
became louder as I struggled to hold onto the last bit of sanity I
had. They would hear me. Maybe not all the pack members, but
certainly Evan.

Shit. Could I really face him at work every
day knowing that he’d heard me?

When a clear resounding ‘yes’ sprung to the
forefront of my mind, I knew I was too far gone. I knew my hormones
had officially taken over and kicked my insecurities to the curb,
squashed my self-preservation and thrust my inner vixen to the
surface.

“
Fuck it!” I muttered,
sliding off the bed.

It was nighttime. Maybe I’d get lucky and he
was in bed, asleep already. I quickly looked at the clock on my
nightstand. 9:46 PM.

My body shook, reminding me of my intense
need. Screw it. If he was awake, he was awake. It’d been too long.
I’d suffered alone for far too long.

I chucked my clothes on the floor and
grabbed my cordless vibrator from the nightstand drawer. It’d been
ages since I used it. I prayed to every god I could think of that
it still worked.

I lay back on the bed, my head resting on
the pillows, my body clenching with anticipation as the cool air
wafted over me, awakening every inch of me. I bent my knees and
spread my legs. The frigid air against the heat of my pussy sent
shivers through me; such a stark contrast.

I nearly broke into a chorus of hallelujahs
went my toy rumbled to life. I wasted no time sliding it down the
center of my folds, moaning as my nerve endings were rattled with
pleasure. Sweet delicious erotic tension built quickly as I moved
the hard vibrator against my soft, humble flesh. Every time it
skimmed my longing clit, shockwaves of pleasure shot from my
core.

I threw my head back against the pillows,
unable to contain my verbal reactions to the exquisite tingles from
the toy. I shamelessly writhed against it, nearly bursting with joy
as I climbed that erotic peak to a climax I’d been craving, been
hungering for for so long.

—

Chapter Four

EVAN

Holy shit! Before I could even stop myself,
before I could come to my senses, my wolf took the reigns. When I
finally regained control, I found myself standing inside Callie’s
kitchen, listening to the most intimate erotic cries coming from
her. I smelled her, and her scent was overwhelming. Fuck. It seeped
into my lungs, it swarmed me, ignited my drive in a way it never
had before. It was far more potent. The stronger her cries became,
the closer I found my cock to exploding and my wolf from erupting
again.

Finally succumbing to instinct, I stormed to
her bedroom. My heart rate tripled at the glorious sight before me;
my body came alive with an irrational drive I could no longer
deny.

All of Callie’s curves were on display, and
damn they were beautiful. She was beautiful. Her hair fanned out
over her white pillow; her creamy skin looked delectable atop her
chocolate brown comforter. Her breasts were round mounds with tight
peaks that had my mouth watering. It wasn’t the details that had me
struggling to catch my breath though; it was the full picture.

Callie’s luscious figure was thrashing
against the bed, her head was tossed back, her lips formed the
perfect ‘O’ as she let out another cry. What had me damn near
coming all over myself was her sweet pussy on full display. I
watched as her perfectly manicured hand maneuvered the vibrator
expertly against her clit.

When her other hand slid up and grabbed her
breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers, I lost control. I
was gone, and Callie was going to be mine whether she wanted to be
or not.

—

Chapter Five

CALLIE

My entire body was a ball of tension, of
erotically built longing. The pulsing waves of the vibrator against
my sensitive flesh sent me soaring. I’d never been thrust this
close to climax so quickly. My muscles were clinched so hard I
thought they were going to cramp; my womb was wound so taut I was
certain I’d lose my ability to ovulate.

Liquid heat flooded my inner channel as my
body prepared to be thrown over the edge into ecstasy.

I lifted my hips off the bed, leaning into
the delightful pleasure stemming from my toy, trying to get closer,
craving more and more but feeling like it wasn’t enough yet knowing
that it was.

I screeched as my toy was abruptly jerked
from my hand and thrown across the room. Before I could react, he
was sucking my clit, plunging his tongue deep within my pussy and
pushing me over the edge. His arms snaked around my hips and held
me down as fireworks burst from within me.