Sexy Alpha Male Novels & Stories

As for now, his wolf seemed to be in ignoring mode, and that frustrated the male like anything. Shaking his head, Zayden got to his feet and stretched his broad arms out. The mirror across the room reflected a fine specimen of a man: tall height, bulky shoulders, and firm muscles in all the right places. Among all the men in the pack, Alphas were known to be much more endowed and powerful. They were the epitome of strength, dominance, and command. Not to forget, they were ferociously good-looking. So much so that the supply of women to their beds never grew to a halt. Women practically dropped their panties at their sight. Jealous men blamed it on their supernatural genes, but that was hardl

My breathing hitch with a noticeable sound, my shoulder elevating out of fear, and my eyes brighten up at him for a moment. “Why do you have to be so sexy?” His other hand picks at my jawline, holding it firm. “What do you want?” “I want to be fucked.” “Is this a trick?” He asks. He obviously doesn’t expect me to come to them for something as such. “My body is already worthless to you, so why not use it once more? At least tonight, I won’t hesitate.” I want to say more, but his lips catch mine. “Don’t fucking bite your bottom lips again, or I’d do you the most dirty an Alpha male like me can.” His tone is a growl in my ears, an animalistic one. He isn’t a man right now. He’s a half-beast, I

Gods, he’s still near shifting. Why does that have to be so fucking sexy? Why is any of this so fucking sexy? He’s all towering Alpha. Pure masculine muscle and heat. I should hate that I’m becoming a stereotype, falling all over myself in desire for the Alpha male. But Gods help me, he is so incredibly hot. I can’t help but make my panties wet. He sniffs the air. He smells it. Suddenly, his eyes are even darker than they were before. I lick my lips. He tracks the movement.

"After fucking me all night like a beast?" He smirked. "Precisely." "That's borderline bipolar." He pushed me onto my back, hovering over me again. His muscles flexed, and heat curled low in my belly. He looked unfairly good like this. Hair mussed and falling over his forehead. Lips swollen. Arms lined with my nail marks. Eyes heavy with satisfaction. Body completely at ease. Some men had an after-sex glow. Jaxon Blackwood had an after-sex dominance. He looked like something carved by instinct and desire.

she threatened, her voice dripping with venom. She releasing her hold on him and stormed off, her anger radiating from every step. As Jax watched her depart, a wicked smile curled upon his lips. The She-Alpha possessed an undeniable fire within her—a flame that both intrigued and excited him in the most perverse way. He yearned for the opportunity to assert his dominance, to bend her to his will and revel in her submission.

But now, he was wearing this daunting aura, and to be honest, it was making all the hairs on my body stand! From a sex god to an intimidating alpha, Alpha Axel really knows how to leave an impression!

It was as if everything about this male was designed to lure in the unexpecting, letting them lower their defenses right before he attacked. As he moved closer, Ava fought the urge to move back. She’d never met this male before, but his strength – the sheer force of his charisma – told her everything she needed to know. She was standing in the presence of a *very* powerful Alpha.

I was shattered, my mind a haze of white-hot pleasure. "Good girl," Malachi rumbled, unzipping his trousers. "Now, let's show the pack how a real Alpha breeds his mate." His cock sprang free-a thick, dark-veined pillar of meat that throbbed with the rhythm of his heart. It was massive, the head already weeping thick beads of pre-cum. Callum and Soren followed suit, their own lengths emerging, three terrifying weapons of dominance surrounding me. "On your back, Astra," Malachi barked.

I can tell it oh how they stared at him. Who wouldn't, after all? He's the definition of an alpha male. Dominant. Powerful. Rich. Not to mention his physical appearance. Hawk gray eyes, thick brows, a proud and pointed nose, a great jawline that perfectly fits him, kissable lips—wait, what? What on earth am I thinking? I shook my head.

Jaxon clenches his teeth, venom leaking from his sharp fangs as he fucks into me with punishing thrusts of his hips, each one driving so deep I feel him push into my cervix again, causing a dull, delicious ache that makes my toes curl. The couch creaks under the force and I freeze for a sec, scared that Johnny and Vee are watching. I look to see they're fucking doggy style, murmuring dirty words and totally lost in the messy sex. Jaxon growls and grabs my neck to pull my gaze back to him. His chest swells higher as he keeps fucking me, his face and body covered in thick hair, his eyes exactly like a wolf’s—an Alpha’s. And his scent, fuck his scent is drugging me, it's so different from a hum