Sinfully Sexy Alphas Box Set(9)

"I will be back tonight. And I will prove to you that I mean what I say.  And I can make sure you are safe. Then tomorrow, you will come home  with me."

"Wait- tonight?"

I wasn't sure that I could handle another session with that monster cock  so soon. It was the best sex I'd ever had, by far. But intense. Really,  really intense.

It didn't matter though.

Jake was already gone.





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Ten ~ Jake

I pulled out the box from high in the closet. The faint smell of my  grandmother's perfume wafter over me. Gently, I lifted the folded silk  scarves and elbow length gloves and set them aside.

There, near the bottom, was the box I was looking for.

It was a dark green, with soft thin leather that frayed at the edges. I  pulled it out and opened it. Inside was a yellow diamond set in rose  gold. It was nigh on five carats and sparkled like the sun.

I grinned and slipped it into my pocket.

I wasn't taking any chances that Alana would exert her willpower and say no.

I was making sure that she wouldn't want to.

I glanced in the mirror. My dress shirt and sport coat might be over  doing it for a simple meal at home, but this was no simple meal.  Besides, my broken in old jeans could take whatever that old cabin could  dish out.

Hopefully, I wouldn't be wearing them long.

I grabbed the bottle of expensive wine and long stemmed roses and headed  out. It took almost an hour to drive to the cabin. Of course, I could  have done it much faster on foot, but I was trying to be as human as  possible tonight.

Proposing marriage was a very human thing to do.

When Alana opened the door to the cabin, her eyes grew wide. She was  surprised to see me so dressed up. But she liked what she saw. I knew  that. I wasn't forcing the issue.

She liked it a lot.

"Hi."

She blinked.

"Hi. Come in."

I smiled at her warmly.

"Thanks."

I lifted up the bottle as I stepped inside.

"I brought wine."

I looked around the cabin. She'd made even more progress since this  morning, or rather, it had been early afternoon when I'd left.

I felt the blood rush to my groin at the sight of her.

She was wearing tight jeans that showed off her curvy legs.  Unfortunately she was wearing an oversized shirt that covered her  bottom.

Not for long, though. Not if I had anything to say about it.

She look beautiful. And nervous.

"I thought we could talk."

Alana visibly relaxed. Clearly, she'd thought I was going to pounce on  her right away. Of course, the thought that crossed my mind.

More than just crossed it.

"Okay, great."

"Do you have a corkscrew?"

She nodded and started riffling through a box. In a few minutes she found one and brought it over to me.

That's when I realized, I'd forgotten wine glasses. She might not even have plates for all I knew.

This was not the best plan I'd ever had. I should have just lured her  back to my place. Then we could be in comfort for the meal.

And afterwards.

Not that I cared. I was a Bear after all. I like roughing it.

"You don't have glasses by any chance, do you? Or plates?"

She shrugged and started to laugh.

"I do actually. But they're tin!"

Now I was laughing too. This was a good sign. A very, very good sign.

I poured wine into the ancient mugs she'd pulled from the cupboard. We  lifted them and toasted, staring into each others eyes. It seemed we  didn't really have to speak. We could tell what each other was thinking,  or at least feeling, with just a glance.

She was nervous but excited.

I was just excited.

Bears didn't really get nervous. We're Bears.

She started cooking pasta so I sat at the rickety old kitchen table to watch her.

"Have you given any thought to my request?"

She glanced at me over her shoulder.

"I didn't think you really meant it."

I stood up and leaned my head down to kiss her neck. I inhaled her scent, my hunger for her overwhelming me.

"I meant it."

I slid my hands up her body, grasping her breasts. She arched her back  as I toyed with her nipples through the soft fabric of her top.

The pasta was boiling rapidly on the stove. I turned her to face me,  taking her mouth in a long deep kiss. I could not get enough of her.

I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the table, pushing everything to the side.         

     



 

"The pasta!"

I growled in annoyance and turned the stove off. Then I started peeling my clothes off as I walked across the room toward her.

"I can't wait."

She looked at me, unable to hide the desire in her eyes. I reached for  her hips, pushing her shirt up so I could unfasten her jeans.

"At least take the wine off the table!"

I let out a low rumbling growl and did as she asked. Then I got to work,  peeling her clothes off her as quickly as possible. I stared down at  her nude body, spread for me on the table.

A perfect meal.

I lowered my head, tasting and touching her with abandon. Her soft  belly, her enormous breasts, then lower. Her pouty pink pussy cried out  for my tongue.

With a groan, I accepted the invitation.

I lapped at her, tasting the salty sweetness of her juices as they  flooded my tongue. She was more than ready for me, but still I prolonged  the moment, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

I lay my palm over her mound and made slow circles. She cried out as the tremors overtook her, her hips flying off the table.

But still I did not stop.

My thumb found her little nub and flicked against it. My tongue dove in  and out of her honied depths. I forced her up and over the edge to  another orgasm again. I grunted at the sensation of her walls undulating  against my tongue.

Now it was time to replace it with something more... substantial.

I released my eager cock from my jeans, placing it against her still  quivering sex. We both moaned as I pushed forward, sliding all the way  in with long deep stroke. She was tight still but so slick with her  arousal that I was able to move with ease. And I did.

This time I wasted no time, setting a strong and steady pace. I plunged  into her, holding her hips. I tugged her body down the table and let  loose, pistoning in and out of her like a machine.

Faster and faster I rode her, both of us breathing heavily, both of close to the edge.

I let out a roar as my seed erupted from my shaft. More cum than was  humanly possible. It filled her up, sliding out of her and onto the  table. I groaned as my cock gave one final leap. She was bearing down on  me, milking me with her orgasm to the very last drop.

I grinned down at her, reaching for my jacket. Still pining her to the table with my spear, I pulled open the box.

"Just so you know I am serious."

Her eyes grew wide as I showed her the ring.

"Will you be mine?"

I felt her body spasm as another wave of orgasm ripped through her. Inside her, I was growing hard again.

"Will you Alana?"

"Yes- yes I will."

With a wolfish grin, I slid the ring onto her finger and carried her  into the bedroom to begin again. The bed groaned under our weight. But  it would do, for now.

It was pitch dark out when I woke. I was curled around her on the tiny  bed, already erect. Just her presence was enough to keep me in a  constant state of readiness.

But that wasn't what had woken me.

There was something large outside.

Someone.

One of my kind.

And I was starting to transform.

I shook Alana awake.

"Alana. Look at me."

She did, her eyes growing wide.

"I will- ggrrrrunnffff- explain later. Something is outside. I have to make sure it doesn't have a chance to get close to you."

She stared at me. I knew I was changing in front of her but there was  nothing I could do. My spine crackled as I grew taller. I rolled to the  floor as my body undulated, shifting into my other state.

With the last human thoughts I had, I lifted my head again to reassure her.

"Don't be afraid- I won't hurt you. But-grrrrrrrrruuuhhnnnfff- don't - come outside no matter what you hear."

She just stared at me, mouth agape.

"Swear it to me!"

My voice was no longer human. It was low and guttural and terrifying. But she did not look afraid. Instead, she nodded.

"I swear."

"Lock the door behind me. Don't open it. No matter what."

Then I ran toward the door and stepped outside.





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Eleven ~ Alana

The beautiful man in my bed had just changed into an animal in front of me. He was not human. Not even close.

But for some reason I was not afraid of him.

I was relieved. Something inside me had always known there was more to  life than what we saw on the surface. More to see. More to know.

In some deep recess of my brain, it all made sense.

The ring he'd given me sparkled in the faint light coming through the window.

That's when I heard it. Out front, something was howling. Not something, someone.

I slipped on his shirt and ran to the window.

Outside a mountain lion was in an epic battle with a gigantic bear. But  it wasn't merely a bear. It was... him. Jake. And the mountain lion  looked to be at least three sizes larger than an ordinary animal.

I snorted. There was nothing ordinary about any of this. Jake and his  transformation definitely fell into the category of extraordinary.