Текст книги "Riding Red"

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10

Dominic

“I thought you said the heat would pass already,” Ruby’s sweet breathy voice moans into my ear as I thrust inside her, her legs wrapped around my waist driving me on, the headboard hitting the wall. It’s a miracle it hasn't broken by now.

“It has passed. This is just your mate wanting you.” At my words she bites into my shoulder once again, the pleasure sending me over the edge, my release taking her with me as her pussy clamps down on my rock-hard cock.

Even after multiple attempts, it doesn't seem to want to go down. Not that I blame him with Ruby so close. Not wanting to pull myself from her, I roll us so she’s on top of me, my cock still deep inside her.

Her body drapes over mine as she continues to take little bites at my chest, making more cum stream from my cock into her. Seems my little mate wants to make sure I’m nice and marked. She may not know what she’s doing, but I love that her possessive side is coming out and that she wants me all marked up for everyone to see. She could cover my entire body with her marks if she wanted, and I’d love every minute of it.

“If the heat has passed, does that mean shifter sex is always like this? So intense?” I feel her tense at her own question, reminding me how much she doesn't know. But we have the rest of our lives for all that, and I want to ease the thoughts I know she has going through her head.

“Sweets, I’ve only ever been with you.” Her head pops up, a soft growl rumbling from her chest, my shifter traits showing in her from our mating.

Her cheeks pinken at the sound of her own growl. “How is that—this—possible?”

Sitting up, I take her with me so she’s in my lap, straddling me. I let my cock slip free, knowing that if I keep it in her we won’t get much talking done.

“As you’ve gathered, I’m a wolf shifter.” I don't know why I hold my breath after the words leave my mouth. This is something she knows by now, has known from the moment she entered the cabin.

“Am I…” Her words hang in the air. I’m not sure if she’s scared of what I’ve changed her into.

“Only a little. You aren’t fully shifter. Our pups will be, but you won’t do a full shift.” I run one of my hands over her stomach absentmindedly, thinking about the pups that will grow there.

She tongues her teeth, looking for the canines that slide out when we make love.

“Your teeth will grow, you’ll get claws, you’ll be faster, stronger, and you’ll heal quicker. It’s nature's way of making sure you can protect you cubs if need be, that you can handle them. Are you mad I didn't tell you all this before we—”

She cuts me off, pressing her warm plump lips to mine, her sugar sweetness filling my mouth.

“I think I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you sitting in that bakery, all grumpy. Something about you…it was like a part of me knew you were mine,” she says, pulling away from the kiss.

“I know I’ve loved you since I took my first breath on this earth. I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, and I will love you even after this world takes me.”

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, making my wolf growl in response, unhappy at the sight.

“You’re my mate, my everything; I’ll spend my whole life making you happy. I love you, sweets.”

“I love you too. Even when you drove me crazy.” She gives me a playful smack on my chest.

“Trust me, it was hard to keep away from you, love. The most bittersweet three weeks of my life.”

“And now?”

“Now you’re all mine.” I flip her over, caging her beneath me, my wolf pushing forward, making my eyes turn black.

“Why, what big eyes you have,” she teases, a smile playing at her lips.

“All the better to see my beautiful mate with,” I tease back as I roam them over her perfect body laid out beneath me as I slowly slide down her form.

“Why, what big teeth you have.” Her words are breathy with desire.

“All the better to eat you with.” Grabbing her thighs, I pull her wide, exposing her pussy, showing her how well I could eat her.

Epilogue

RUBY

Three months later…

“I’m as big as a house!” I lie in bed with my feet propped up on pillows as Dominic rubs my swollen toes.

“You look more beautiful every day, sweets.” He’s giving me that sexy smile of his, and all I want to do is spread my legs and press that smile against my pussy.

He inhales deeply, closing his eyes. “Careful, my mate. You’re due any day now, and we have to be easy. This is your first time carrying our pups, and I want to make sure you stay healthy.”

“I wish you would have told me that pregnancy only lasts ninety days for shifters.” I rub my huge tummy, feeling our babies move. We were able to find out we were having triplets, boys, and while I almost passed out from shock, Dominic howled with delight. He hasn’t stopped smiling since that day, telling everyone we know, everyone we’ve ever met. He said it’s really rare for a human female to breed that many pups at once, so he thinks he mated me extra hard. That has to be the only explanation.

“Sometimes it can take longer, depending on the breed of shifter.” He kisses each one of my chubby toes, and I giggle at the sensation. He’s always spoiling me, and I can’t seem to get enough.

Since the mating moon, life has been a fairy tale. I still own the bakery and manage to work a few days a week. That is when Dominic lets me. Gwen has been amazing, taking over most of the day-to-day operations while I just do the business stuff. She hired on two young local girls to help, and business has been crazy good.

“Once the boys are born, I’m going to convert the office space next to the bakery into a daycare. Maybe something that the local women can use if they want to go get a coffee and a treat and have a break. I know I’ll want to be able to check on them constantly on the days I need to work.”

Dominic starts kissing up my legs, and I moan at the feeling. “I’ll be with you and the pups even more than I am now.”

I giggle at his statement. “You’re always at arm’s reach as it is.”

Once he reaches the inside of my thighs, he bites me a little, and my body responds instantly. I don’t know what I’d do without him by my side constantly. He’s always with me wherever we go, his wolf craving my body, and my body craving every inch of him.

“Do you want me further away from you?” He whispers the words against my panties, licking the already damp fabric.

“Never, my love.”

I hear his wolf growl low in his chest, his need for me rising. I feel his teeth graze my panty-covered lower lips, and it sends a chill of desire through me.

“Maybe I can be gentle and give you what we both need.”

I nod and let my legs fall wider apart. I’m so pregnant that it’s pretty much all I can do—just lie here and take what he gives me. But my mate is the most perfect male that has ever lived, and he makes me feel sexier as each day passes. His passion only fuels our love, and I can’t imagine my life without him.

When I feel him pull my panties to the side and his warm tongue connect with my center, I close my eyes and give myself over to the pleasure. Dominic owns me—body, heart, mind, and soul. I’d be crazy to fight this kind of love.

Bonus Book!

COACH

Retiring from the NFL was the right decision, and at thirty years old, I've done things most people could only dream of. After all I've accomplished, coaching high school football should be easy...but when you've got a distraction in the form of a nerdy girl with curves, things can get complicated.

She's a student, she's barely legal, and she's my best friend’s daughter.

I didn't know what desire was until Megan. I had no idea obsession could drive someone insane, until I saw her. I wasn't prepared for the fact that once I laid eyes on Megan my life would really begin.

I have to have her, no matter what the cost. I have to breed her and bind her to me so tightly she can't ever get away. She'll be mine, even if I have to take her.

Warning: this book is ridiculous, over the top, completely unbelievable, and pretty much just about breeding the heroine. If you're okay with that, welcome to my dirty, dirty book! Just remember, I warned you.

Copyright © 2015 by Alexa Riley. All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email to [email protected]

http://alexariley.com/

Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Edited by Aquila Editing

To everyone who just needs a little over-the-top smut from time to time. This breeding is for you *winks*

11

Chris

She's asking for it and she knows it, I think to myself as I stare down at her barely legal pussy. She should know better than to taunt me, which is what she’s done all day.

The moonlight shines through her window, giving me a perfect view of her. Not that I need one. The image of her is branded into my brain, just like everything else about her. She’s an obsession that seems to grow more and more every day.

Lying on her back, her legs are spread just enough to get a nice peek at the pussy into which I’m going to unload all my cum. My balls ache, they feel so full. Reaching down, I pull myself from the black gym shorts I've already leaked a little cum into, the head of my cock glistening. I grab my balls and give a little tug, but it does nothing to stop the ache. No, but her pussy will.

Why shouldn't it? She’s the reason for it. Since she came stumbling into my life a little more than four days ago she's been taunting me. Well, she’s about to learn what happens when you taunt a man. I'm not one of those dipshit high school boys she's used to, the ones who probably do everything she asks in hopes of getting her into bed. I’ll take what I want from her, and she really needs to understand the difference between a boy and a man.

Her chest rises and falls with soft breaths as she lies there sleeping, her big tits straining against her tee, her hard nipples trying to break free. She looks like a sexy innocent angel that was sent to bait a man’s will, and she has. She has no clue of the predator standing over her while she sleeps. Maybe she thought she was safe from me because her parents are asleep down the hall in their own bed.

I’m on her before she can react, one hand over her mouth, the other around her throat. I can’t chance her parents catching me in the act if they hear her. Her legs spread wider for me, and I feel her pulse pick up in her throat, but she doesn’t try to scream. My cock is already rubbing against her pussy, the wetness turning me on even more. It takes me a moment to catch it, but I realize that it’s too wet to just be my cum leaking from my cock—something that seems to happen when she’s near me.

She’s wet. No, she’s fucking primed and ready for me. I tighten my grip around her throat a little more, and I growl in her ear, her soft blonde curls tickling my face, “You better have been dreaming about me.” The idea that she could’ve been thinking about someone else drives me fucking nuts. I didn’t know jealousy until she came into my life.

When I feel her nod in agreement, I release my hand around her throat and replace it with my mouth. The need to leave a mark on her rides me hard. She moans into my hand, making me suck her harder. Yeah, that will definitely leave a mark. Look at me, like a fucking high school kid leaving a hickey, sneaking into her room at night. I’d never marked a woman in my life. I can’t wait to walk past her tomorrow and see it on display. Everyone will know she belongs to someone.

Using my free hand, I push her tee up to grab onto one of her tits. I didn’t know an eighteen-year old could have tits as big as hers, but the proof is in my hand. I knead and pull on one, making the nipple even harder. Her legs spread wider for me, begging me to take her.

I should make sure she's completely ready to take me, eat her sweet cunt until her juices cover my face, but I can't. I have no control left. It all left the second her phone rang after dinner tonight while we were cleaning up the dishes. Her parents were still in the room so I couldn't react. I had to stand there and listen to her take a call from the high school quarterback, Croy, and agree to go to the Homecoming dance with him because, as she put it, “No, I'm not going with anyone already. I don't have anyone in my life right now.” I knew the last part was just for me. She stood there with a smirk on her face, one of her perfect little dimples showing, but her eyes were pissed. They had been for the past three days.

It's like my cock knows where it belongs. Slipping through her pussy lips as it slides right home, thrusting to the hilt and her tight little pussy clenching around my dick. I close my eyes, trying to get myself under control, but she pushed me too far. I’m afraid I’ll fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

I look down into her eyes. Not even a trace of fear. Here I am, looming over her in the middle of the night, and I think I just played right into her hands. Not that I can blame her. I had pushed her away, but I think she thought I meant pushing her away for good. I hadn’t. No, I was just trying to get my head back on straight, figure out how I was going to get us out of this mess we’d made before it crashed down all around us.

“You’re mine. Have been from the moment I laid eyes on you, since I sank into you Saturday night, took your cherry and claimed you. Do you understand me?”

She nods her head again, removing my hand from her mouth. I don’t give her the opportunity to speak because I know questions will pour from her mouth. I still don’t know what’s happening, or what is going to happen. All I know is that she is mine. I take her mouth with mine. Slow and sweet, letting her know this is more than just getting off, that I’ve missed her, and that she has driven me to the edge. She soon takes over, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, clinging to me like she never wants to let go.

I feel her trying to move her hips, wanting me to move with her. I’m barely hanging on to my control, and it doesn’t help when she comes at me like she’s starved. I release her mouth and flip us over, but before she can protest, I plunge my cock inside her.

“Ride me. Show me how much you want me.” I’ve never sought out a woman’s attentions before. I didn’t have to, and I never craved the need to know one wanted me, but with her I need it. I love seeing how much she wants me. It’s like an addiction. I feel like a puppy begging for a scrap.

Her hand lands on my chest, and she stares down at me wide-eyed, probably because she’s never done this. The first and only time we’d ever had sex, when I took her cherry, I was on top, the one in control. Now I’m giving it to her. Not that she really has it. I grip her wide hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin, and I move her. I love that she has no idea what she’s doing. Who knew that could be such a fucking turn on? I’ll teach her everything she’ll know about sex.

It doesn’t take her long to see how I want her to move. She slides back and forth on my cock, her juices coating me more. She looks like a goddess on top of me. Her hips sway, her tits softly bouncing, her nipples hard and begging for my attention, her head thrown back, her curly blonde hair so long it brushes my balls as she rides me.

Releasing one of her hips, I slide my fingers between her pussy lips, finding her hard little clit. Her body jerks in response, her juices covering me, making me wish I’d had the control to have eaten her cunt before I took her. I could have her taste on my mouth right now.

“Tell me you're mine. No one else touches you.” I need her to reassure me after the little stunt she pulled tonight.

She responds instantly. “I’m yours, only yours.”

I strum her clit a little faster, her words almost sending me over the edge. I need her to cum, for her to milk my release out of me.

“Then cum for me. Work all that cum out of my cock. Take me deep inside you,” I grunt. I marked her neck, now I want to make that same mark inside her; cover the walls of her pussy with me.

I feel her pussy tighten, and I know she is going to go off. I rise and pull her to me, catching her mouth with mine, swallowing the sounds of her orgasm. Her body jerks against me as I cum hard, deep inside her. Just when I think I’ve emptied all I can into her, my cock jerks again, releasing a little more inside her.

She collapses onto my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. “I missed you so much,” she says so quietly I almost don’t hear her. I’m not even sure she knows she said it. Her breaths grow deeper, and I know she has fallen fast asleep.

I’d thought I could just touch her a little, give her what she wanted, but not fully take her. I was fucking shocked that first night when I’d gotten her sweet pussy underneath me, only to realize it was untouched. It wasn’t bad enough I was fucking my friend’s barely legal daughter in his own house while he was sleeping down the hall, but I was also taking her cherry.

I should have walked away, but it was too late. I’d already tasted her, and nothing would have stopped me from seeing her virgin blood coat my cock as I pumped in and out of her, filled her with my cum until it dripped down her ass and covered my sheets—sheets I stripped from my bed afterwards and kept.

I was past the point of no return, and I don’t know why I ever tried to fight it. I’ll never forget the day she walked into my life and flipped it upside down.

12

Chris

4 days earlier

“Can I help you with something?” I ask Phil on my way out to the back deck, taking a long swig from my beer. He’s grilling steaks for a family cook out. His daughter Megan is set to come home any minute, having spent the summer at a creative writing camp.

“I think I’m all set, Chris. Just ready for Megan to get home. I hate that the camp fell on her eighteenth birthday, but at least we get to celebrate it now that she’s coming home. Her friend’s mom is dropping her off soon. Hopefully she’ll like the party,” he says flipping the steaks on the grill.

Sitting on one of the patio chairs, I stretch my legs out. The beer is perfect after having spent the whole day out in the heat. Two days on the football field can be killer in the Texas heat. I’m just glad I have a place to crash, and I’m not sitting in some hotel room after a long day at work.

Phil and I have been friends since I was in college. I played football at Texas Tech, and met Phil when he was doing his clinicals. Part of his job was to see to the football players, and my knee wasn't the best so we spent a lot of time together. He and I hit it off right away, even though he was ten years older than me. He always gave me great tips on how to keep my body in working condition.

After I graduated from college, I went on to the pros, playing center for the Houston Texans. I played until my knee finally blew out. Phil did the best to try to get my knee back in shape, but we both knew I was playing on borrowed time as it was. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have lasted as long as I did. He fixed me as best as he could, but I’d done some real damage. There was too much wear and tear, and if I went back on the field, I was taking a chance of never being able to walk again. It was a tough decision, but retiring was the right choice. I’d made a lot of money in my years there, saving and investing the best I could. I knew my knee could’ve gone at any minute, and it was time to hang up my jersey.

“Thanks for being here with us today. I know you’re ready for your place to be finished.”

I was, but Phil and Janet’s home wasn’t a bad place to crash for a while. It was huge, plus I got to talk football every night, and I could bounce ideas off him. Better than going home to an empty house, something that had been bothering me lately.

“I’ve enjoyed the summer with you and Janet, and I know you’re both probably ready for me to get out of your hair,” I joke, knowing they would have had the house all to themselves this summer if I hadn't been staying here.

“Are you kidding me? It’s been awesome having someone to talk football with nonstop. I’m looking forward to seeing what you’re going to make of the Wildcats this season.”

I raise my beer and knock it against his. “Here’s hoping my first year as a high school football coach is a winning season.”

I had been talking to Phil one day, telling him how much I missed being a part of the sport, even though I didn’t have the urge to play anymore. He told me his local high school was looking for a new head coach and I would be a perfect fit. Not soon after, I interviewed, got the job instantly, and made the move. Only my new house wasn’t finished so Phil offered to let me crash with them this summer while I waited.

“I’ll drink to that. Oh, and to your house being finished next week,” he laughs and we clink bottles.

“Remind me never to build again. It’s taken them a month longer than they said, but they’ve guaranteed it by next Friday. Either way, I appreciate you letting me stay with you this summer. It’s clear those boys needed me here as soon as possible; they were a fucking mess. I thought I was going to have to do three a days if that’s even possible.”

Phil lets out a laugh as he closes the grill lid. “No problem. Megan was gone the whole time, so someone needed to fill the silence.”

“Ha ha. Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes. He and his wife have been far from quiet. I’m not sure if they always go at it like that or if it is because their kid is out of the house. “I’ll go check out front and see if she’s back. Wouldn’t want you taking your eyes off the grill. Remember the last time you got distracted?” I say this as Janet comes up behind him and puts her arms around his waist.

“I remember having to order out because the steaks were so burned. Good thing I didn’t marry you for your grilling skills.”

Phil turns around and scoops her up, kissing her lips. I take that as my cue and walk out. I’ve tried to give them their privacy this summer, but I can’t help but see them in moments like this and feel a spark of envy. I’ve never felt that way about a woman before. Never had a single thought of wanting something like that.

They are older than me, so I keep telling myself I have time, but at thirty years old, one would think I’d have felt something close to love. As it is right now, I just fuck to get off, and the women I’ve been with know the score. When I played college and pro, I kept my head in the game, even when it was off-season. I knew after I was done playing football I could try for something like that, maybe have a family, but it’s been a year since I left and I’ve still not felt any pull to want that with a woman.

As I walk through the living room, I look at all the birthday decorations, eyeing a Star Wars cake in the middle of the table. What kind of eighteen-year-old girl would have a Star Wars cake? Maybe there was a mix-up at the store. Taking a step closer, I see Megan’s name written across it in pink icing. The last time I saw her was when she was eight years old, trying to get me to buy her Girl Scout cookies. I’m happy I get to see her again after all this time. I wonder if she looks like her mom. If so, I’m sure Phil has his hands full. It’s probably why he sent her off to that creative writing thing. Janet is tall, with legs for days, tanned skin, dark hair and bright blue eyes that stand out against her complexion. If Megan looks even a little like her mom, Phil is in trouble with the boys from school.

I walk around the corner, thinking about their little family, and run into straight into a woman. The collision knocks us both down on the ground, and I land on top of her. I brace myself, trying to make sure she doesn't take the impact of my weight. I’m not a small guy, and I still carry all of the muscle I needed playing center in the NFL.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” I say, pushing up on my arms and looking down at her. Suddenly, my cock goes hard as a rock as I see this knock-out under me. It's like I’ve never had a chick this close before. Blonde waves frame her face as ice-blue eyes look up at me through thick-framed glasses. Her soft full curves press against me in the best way possible, and all I can think about is how she’s so soft.

She raises an eyebrow and spreads her legs a little wider. It’s then that I realize our position, me between her legs and her spread out under me. “Wow. Don’t apologize,” she says, her cheeks turn a little pink, but a smile forms on her face, showing two perfect dimples.

This must be the friend who was dropping off Megan, and though I want to stay in this position, I don’t want Phil's daughter walking in and seeing us this way. I sit up, pulling her with me and helping her off the hardwood floor. Her arms go around my neck instantly, like she misses being pressed up against me. Who am I to turn down an invitation like this from the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life? That’s saying a lot with all the groupies and jump-offs I had running around me when I played pro. I turn us both so we are in the shadows in the hallway, blocked off in case anyone happens to walk by. She presses her hips to my groin, pushing her body against my hard cock. Her softness fits me perfectly. She’s so tiny compared to me in height, but her curves let me know she could handle me. Like I said, I’m not a small guy, so I could grab onto her and not have to worry.

I feel the heat between us light up fast, and I need to know more about this chick. “So I shouldn’t apologize for knocking down a gorgeous woman?”

“Not if you’re going to greet her like this,” she breathes, rubbing her body against mine a little more. Her actions are bold, but her cheeks redden even more. Shit, she looks innocent like that.

Jesus, who is this chick? Fuck if I’m not harder than I have ever been in my life, and that’s just from being pressed up against her. Her smell, her softness, everything is pulling me in. I feel like I’m drowning in desire. Maybe it’s been too long since I’ve been with a chick. My mind has been so focused on my new job that women haven't even been a blip on my radar. Some of the teachers have been trying to throw themselves at me since I started, but I didn’t have time or inclination. But this little curvy bundle of softness has got my attention.

“Megan?” I hear Phil calling from the back of the house. I feel the woman in my arms freeze, no longer rubbing up against me.

“Hey, we better get out there before Megan walks in. Give me your number. I want to see you again,” I say, looking down and searching her eyes, but her big-framed glasses hide them from me. Shit. I can’t remember the last time I asked for a chick’s number. Normally they are slipping them to me, but no way am I letting this one get away. Something about her feels different. Feels right.

The woman giggles and leans up on her tip toes, licking my neck and giving it a small bite, like she needs a taste of me. I nearly cum in my pants, and just as I’m about to, she pulls back, ducks under my arm, and walks down the hallway. I watch her go, feeling like I just got hit by a linebacker, and before I know it, I’m following behind her, watching her ass wiggle.

“Megan! There you are!” I see Phil scoop up the woman, giving her a big hug. Then I hear Janet scream “Megan!” while wrapping her arms around the two of them. The family of three embrace, and I’m just standing there with my jaw on the floor.

Well, fuck.

After a second I shake the fog away and grit my jaw, making sure I wipe the confused look off my face before anyone notices. I think about what could have just happened. I should apologize to Megan, to her family, but I can’t find the will right this second to mean it. I’ve never been so struck by a woman before, and it’s laughable considering she literally struck me.

Phil and Janet turn to look at me. “Megan, do you remember Chris, an old friend of mine? He took the head football position at your high school.”

Her nose scrunches at Phil’s words. I step forward and hold my hand out and she takes it. “Good to see you again, Megan.” I rub the inside of her wrist with my finger, feeling her pulse pick up.

“Hmm, it’s good to see you too. Not sure I remember you, though.” I study her for a second, not really shocked she doesn't remember me. It was over ten years ago and we only met once. I never hung out with Phil at home because I was usually on the road.

“Megan doesn't care much for football, or sports for that matter so she might avoid you like the plague,” Phil jokes, and I almost want to laugh at his words. If he only knew what happened moments ago. That was definitely not avoidance.

Regretfully, I release her hand, and Janet pulls Megan toward the back deck. As they go, she looks back over her shoulder at me, one of her dimples showing, and her blush returns. My dick twitches, and I curse under my breath. I storm to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face, trying to get my head straight. I look in the mirror and give myself a pep talk. ‘Jesus, Chris, she’s your best friend's daughter, and she’s barely eighteen. Get it together.’ I reach down and adjust my cock, trying to hide the fact that the thick bastard is hard as a rock and ready to fuck.

When I make my way out back with the family, I look over and see Megan saying hello to everyone who’s come to celebrate her homecoming and birthday. I grab my beer from the patio table, retake my chair and just watch her.

It’s then I realize how young she really does look. When she was pushed up so close against me I couldn’t see all of her, more just feel her.