Sinfully Sexy Alphas Box Set

By: Daphne Davis

"Then come. It's cold down here. Upstairs we can have food and a roaring fire."

Her eyes widened. She squawked as I lost patience, scooping her up into my arms.


I stopped and stared down at her in consternation. I was hungry, tired and because of her, horny beyond all reason. She was needlessly delaying the gratification of all three of those bodily needs.

"What is it?"

"I'd like to go now."

"I'm sorry but I can't allow that."

“You can’t- what? Allow me to leave?”

I smiled at her reassuringly. She was scowling at me ferociously. Obviously she didn’t like being told what to do.

“Come, be agreeable and we can talk. I’ll explain everything in time.”

I didn’t give her a chance to argue further, simply squeezed her tightly and carried her up the stairs.


Five ~ Cassie

Bounce bounce bounce.

I was being jostled with each step. I sighed in annoyance and held on for dear life. There didn’t seem to be a lot of other options open to me at the moment.

A man was carrying me up a long staircase. It was no ordinary staircase. It was carved into the solid rock of a mountain. It curved elegantly upwards towards god knows what.

Of course this was no ordinary man either.

First of all, he was gorgeous. Not just gorgeous- gorgeous. He was literally perfect. Handsome but not too pretty. He kind of looked like every actor who'd played a private detective rolled into one.

On steroids.

Lots and lots of steroids.

I felt sleepy suddenly, languorous. An hour ago I'd woken in a cave expecting to be dead. The creature from the woods had taken me. But when I woke up I was alone.

Well, almost alone.

Naked sleeping gorgeous man had been there.

I stifled a giggle. I always laughed when I was nervous. And I was pretty damn nervous at the moment!

But not terrified. For some mysterious reason I was no longer in the least bit afraid. Maybe it was his stunning good looks. Or the fact that he was naked.

Or the fact that he was hard.

Yeah, the big, beautiful prick I'd glimpsed in the darkness had my attention. I'm not gonna lie. Like the rest of him, it was oversized. And like the rest of him, it looked pretty damn close to perfect.

It had been a long time since I’d been this close to a boner. Not to mention one that looked so... yummy.

That didn't change the fact that he'd flat out refused to let me leave. That irked me, I wasn't going to lie. Of course it was battling it out with my vast relief at being in one piece. Never mind the intense curiosity I was feeling about this big, beautiful, bossy, buck ass naked man.

And lust.

Let's not forget the lust. Hot, searing lust. I'd never felt anything like it.

At the top of the stairs was a door. Not just any door either. It was thick, metal. It basically looked like something you would see at an army base. Or a submarine.

He reached out and punched in a complex code with one hand. I still felt fully supported with just one arm holding me up. Trapped by the grip in his other, massive hand. Even if I was crazy enough to try and get away from him at the top of a staircase, I doubt I could have budged an inch.

I decided I would just go with it.

For now.

The door swung open and light flooded the stairway. For a moment all I could see was light. And then I saw the place he was taking me too.

Sumptuous didn't start to cover it.

High ceilings with arches made of huge beams of raw timber, now darkened with age. An enormous stone fireplace. Hardwood floors covered with ornate oriental rugs. Leaded stain glass details in the enormous windows. Dark, rich, impossibly comfortable looking chairs and a sofa.

The whole place was oversized.

Like him.

Basically I'd wandered into a Billionaire's Hunting Lodge.

I suppressed a shiver as he stomped through the house. It was even bigger than I'd thought. We passed a massive front door. I made note of that. In case I had a chance to escape.

If I still wanted to that is.

At last he set me down in a kitchen. Of course it was the biggest, coolest, most luxurious looking kitchen I'd even seen. Whoever he was, naked beautiful man didn't anything small.

The room was at least three the size of my apartment in New York. The hardwood cabinets were ornately carved, the countertops some sort of dark granite. Everything looked old. Everything but the state of the art appliances. Those were just made to look old.

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