Sexy Alpha Male Novels & Stories

"You don't have to be afraid. I wouldn't hurt you. Never you. Not my mate. I like you too much, and... You smell so fucking nice. Your arousal is intoxicating." After he has spoken those words, he leans down to kiss away my breath and control me with his tongue. I'm pressed further down into the mattress, dominated by his size, yet... I love it. Caleb is using his strength against me, pinning my arms above my head with his hot chest pressed against mine. He is so strong. Large. Masculine. And his scent is definitely alpha. Those hard abs and large nipples of his meet my soft curves, and I feel tingles all over.

And licked it repeating 'mine' again. "Yours" I trembled wanting more. "Always, yours." He sucked on my bottom lip, moaning at how good of a kisser he was. He moaned in response. "Only mine?" The Alpha in him dimmed for a second and Max, the male human he was, showed a sliver of insecurity. Alpha's were animalistic. Dominant. Arrogant. A beast leading his pack of shape shifters. Not entirely human, but not entirely a wolf.

Alexander Black is a sex God. Whoever said size doesn't matter has clearly never had one like his and this time, I remember each and everything we did. I won't lie this has been something I was not anticipating on but now, all I can do is think about last night and smile about it. This morning, he didn't disappoint me, I swear it was like he couldn't get enough of me. Do you know how good it feels to be with a man who just keep his hands off you? A man who worshipped you and appreciated everything about you? Well I do.

Besides, I wouldn't want to have my clean suit stained by his filthy blood. I leaned forward, my eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, you seemed to forget who I am, Jerry." "Do I look like I care?" "Oh but you must," I paused, placing my hand proudly on my chest. "I am Caesar. I get what I want and whom I want. I don't give a damn if Laura's engaged to you or not. I don't give a damn if you're both married either. And I certainly don't give a damn if you feel bad about this whole thing. I wanted Laura and I got her. She was yours but now she's mine. Laura left you for me because I placed the cards on the table and she played my cards. The writings on the wall, Jerry. I'm way better than you in

the freckled male countered. “Fucking shit talker. Better live up to your damn sass,” the alpha growled before launching a telegraphed right hook. It was a fatal flaw Lexus had. If you knew how to rile him just right, he would fall back on outmatched strength instead of his tactics.

He's fucking gonna finish me. My wolf is screaming to get him inside me, it's so exciting for this. Alexandro is not just a popular Alpha by name alone, wealth is not the only area where he's known for, he's one of the most muscular kings in the lycan world. His abs, arms, chests and cock are just perfect, the dream and hope of every girl, even women that are already mated.

He was ruthless, and no one he ever marked for death had ever survived. Even as he sat there lazily, one long leg stretched out, he gave off the kind of dominance that made the air too thick to breathe. His silk clothes clung to broad shoulders and thick, bulging muscle, every movement making the fabric look tight. There was nothing soft about him, he was power carved into flesh, a predator wolf that was utterly terrifying. He didn’t just look like a king. He looked like a god. And that god was eyeing me like a prey.

How could I be turned on by such a beast? I have never been one to believe in attraction to toxic masculinity, in fact I always admired and craved the kind of love they write in books; the sweet gentleman that opens the door for you and waits till your wedding night to make love to you, the kind of love that is gentle and patient, not a brute that doesn't mind fucking a woman he met just yesterday. So how in the hell does Jaxon West have this effect on me? A selfish, ignorant scumbag! A jerk! How does a single touch of his toxic controlling masculine nature fucking make me wet with desire?

Xander PoV Hotel Metronoma. I am an dominant Alpha. It's not just women, from Alphas, Betas, Omegas, even humans, who want to spend one night sleeping with me, but I think men want me too. No one would be able to deny it even if I boasted about my superior physical appearance and the dominant aura I exuded. Everyone will admit that I am a handsome man, and many call me charming, masculine, and dashing. It's all the truth about me.

The thick rod rubbed against her clit as he walked them out of the living room, sending white-hot shafts of electricity zinging through her. They moved, in that position, down a very short hall and into his bedroom. Late afternoon sun slanting in through the window cast a glow on the huge bed that dominated the room. A bed she wanted to dive into with him. Yanking back the covers he lowered her carefully onto smooth sheets, his arms bearing her weight and the picture flashed briefly across her mind of him in full turnout gear carrying the baby securely but gently. Rather than dampening her passion the memory ramped it up. So many of her friends thought an alpha male was defined only by his s