Sinfully Sexy Alphas Box Set

By: Daphne Davis

There were huge windows overlooking Yellowstone Park. In fact, I realized suddenly that we basically were inside Yellowstone. Though that was impossible, wasn't it?

I'd have to remember to ask him about that. And bear watching. And what the hell his name was.

Once I could start thinking clearly again.

He set me on my feet and I stumbled slightly. He reached out to steady me and I got a good look at his face in the light.

His face was chiseled, manly and yet beautiful. Kind of like a young Clint Eastwood. But thicker. Wider. With lucious looking brown wavy hair.

And his eyes.

His eyes were gold.

I took a step back. I recognized those eyes. They looked an awful lot like the eyes of the beast I'd encountered in the woods last night. The beast that could have eaten me in two bites.

But didn't.

It couldn’t be though, right?

"What are you?"

I didn't recognize the harsh whisper that came from my throat. He narrowed his eyes at me for a long moment. Then he sighed. Deeply.

He held out his hand.

"I'm Max."

I stared at his hand dumbly. I could see his cock clearly behind it. Looking at his middle was a mistake. It was thick and veiny. The tip looked shiny, with a drop of precum glistening in the sun.

I stepped backwards and turned away, gripping the edge of the island. He ignored me now, moving around the kitchen and doing something. Suddenly a glass of orange juice appeared before me on the island

A drink. He had poured me a drink.

"Sit down. Drink. You're dehydrated."

I picked it up and sipped. The moment the liquid hit my tongue I realized just how thirsty I was. He was right. I was dehydrated.

I finished the glass, doing my best not to look at him.

At it.

"What's wrong? Does this bother you?"

He leaned against the counter beside me and tilted his head. He might as well asked me if I wanted to borrow a library book. Not if his enormous cock was impossible to ignore.

Which it was.

"It's pointing right at me."

He laughed and his whole body shook.

His shaft bobbed against his stomach. Suddenly I had an overwhelming urge to touch it.

No, that was a lie.

I had an urge to lick it.

Jeez, what the hell had gotten into me?

But of course, he didn't move.

"You're funny. I've never met a funny woman who looked like you."

Now my hackles started to rise.

"What the hell do you mean 'looks like me'?"

He looked genuinely baffled by my anger.

"Beautiful. I just meant beautiful."

He grabbed a dish towel and held it over his cock. It barely covered it. And it made me notice the gorgeous shape of his trim waist and hips.

I licked my lips unconsciouly.


Uh... no. But I nodded my head like a good girl. Funny thing was, I sort of missed that cock the moment he put it away.

So to speak.


Six ~ Max

"Are you hungry?"

The girl stared at me. I sighed. As lovely as she was, this was not going as I had planned. Her scent was intoxicating me. I had no doubt that she was my mate.

But I thought that mates were supposed to be agreeable. She was many things, but submissive was not one of them. Not yet, anyway.

As entertaining as this was, my body was making all sorts of demands. Sex. Food. Sleep.

In that order.

Of course, I should probably wash up first. Maybe that’s what had her spooked. I probably smelled like leaf mold from the forest floor.

"I need to shower, but I can fix you something first."

She nodded and I smiled.

"Do you like meat? How about a sandwich?"

She nodded that lovely head of hers again.

"I'll make us dinner after and then we can talk. It would help if I knew your name..."

"After what?"

A red tint was staining her cheeks. Did she think I meant after I had finished taking her? That might take longer than a few hours. And clearly that was what she was thinking.

Well, to be fair, I did have a hard on.

A very, very hard hard on.

"After I shower."

I decided this was a good moment to hand her the dish towel I'd been covering myself with. If her mind was wandering... well, why not?

She stared at the small rectangle of fabric in her hand and blinked. She was not unlike a sexy little owl. Her head tilted and she stared at my cock.

This sent a renewed flood of blood to my groin. My dick was already so hard it felt like it might split in two. That would not be good. I groaned as her lips parted and my cock jumped.

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